ChapterThirty-Nine

David

Istopped thinking ages ago. Or it seems like ages ago. The only thought in my head right now is that Declan is a fucking good kisser.

Man alive. He is making me all hot and bothered. The fact that he is a virgin in this area just makes it even hotter. I am under no illusions that we will have sex tonight, but I’m up for a blow job or two, especially if he is giving it to me. This man’s tongue can work it.

“Fuck,” I mutter against his lips, needing to have some verbal affirmation to his skill. “Ruby is one lucky lady.”

She whimpers and I look over to see her trembling in between Ramsey and Layton. My blood turns to ice when I see Layton with the knife, carving something into her back.

“It’s okay,” she rasps. “Leave him.”

I nod slowly, wondering what the fuck I’m supposed to do next. How can I stand here and let her be hurt in that way? I knew she liked it dark, but this is beyond what I’d imagined.

“David,” she says steadily, drawing my eyes back to hers. “It’s fine, I promise.”

“Okay,” I say softly. Who am I to interfere? I figure the best way to get past it is to dive straight into making it appear normal. “What are you…uhm…”

He gives me a twisted smile and turns her around so her back is facing me.

I gulp.

There, etched in her blood are our initials. He has marked her as ours. I won’t lie and say that my dick didn’t go on alert at that. Any other man now will have zero claim on her. She is ours. Forever.

“Fuck,” I mutter again as he turns her back around.

Ramsey has taken control of the tentacle dildo and is thrusting it gently inside her while he rubs her clit with his thumb. Her eyes are glazed over, she is on the verge of a climax, but I can see why she hasn’t exploded with arousal yet. Ramsey is edging her. He is building up her excitement, only to take it away moments later so she won’t climax. I swallow and turn back to Declan.

I stare into those mesmerizing blue eyes and undo my pants. “I’ll ease you in slowly,” I murmur.

“Don’t go slow on my account,” he replies.

“Jesus,” I mutter. “On your knees, Irish. Show me what you can really do with that tongue.”

He drops and with a seductive glance over at Ruby, not me, he takes my already stiff cock in his hand. It drives it home that he is only doing this for her. Not that I’m in a position to complain. So am I. This wasn’t something that I had planned on, nor expected. I knew that I had to have a conversation about my pansexuality at some point, but I figured it would be further down the line when that desire reared its head. I had no idea how that conversation would go, but finding a man in this way, wasn’t how I pictured it would go. It’s kind of perfect really.

Declan’s mouth closes over the tip of my cock, and I groan as he twists his tongue around me.

“Oh, fucking hell!” Ruby cries out. “It’s too much! Please, please!”

I pin her eyes with mine, leaving Declan to do his thing. If he has never given a bloke a blowie before, he is damn good at learning quickly. I groan softly as I see the raw lust in her eyes at seeing us this way.

Declan’s soft tongue increases in pressure, and he starts to gently jerk me off as he sucks and licks me into a state of undeniable arousal.

“Quiet,” Layton instructs her. “You are not to come under any circumstances. If you do, we will stop this immediately and you will be punished with an ice-cold shower. Tell me you understand.”

“Yes,” she pants. “Yes, I understand, Master.”

At that last word, my cock bounces in Declan’s mouth and I come in a flood of desire straight into his mouth.

“Uhn,” I groan, closing my eyes briefly to enjoy the release before they snap open again at Ruby’s cry of elation.

“Bad, bad girl,” Layton tuts at her and picks her up, flinging her over his shoulder and stalking into the bathroom with her still climaxing around the tentacle, her body shuddering uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry,” she pants as I hear the shower door open.

“No!” I shout out, realizing that he is going to make good on his threat. No…promise. Shit. Fuck. He really means it…