Page 52 of Illicit Desires (The Deepest Desires 3)

They look fuckinggoodmoving together like that, and when his heavy eyes open, colliding with mine, I know he’s feeling on top of the world. His lips slowly curl into a grin as he leans down, bringing his lips next to her ear and whispering something. Whatever it is, has them making their way over to me, and there’s a devious look in his eyes.

When they get to where I’m sitting in the living room, he rests his hand beside my head on the back of the couch, lips caressing my ear as he breathes, “Come with us.” Flicking his tongue out, he licks the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine, before standing tall, grabbing the girl’s hand, and walking toward the stairs.

Making a quick sweep of the room with my eyes, everyone is occupied, and no one seems to have witnessed the exchange. Without thinking too hard, I get up, following behind them. My phone vibrates in my hand, and looking down at the screen, it’s Andersona-fucking-gain.

Anderson: Crew. Come on, bro. Why the fuck won’t you respond?

Not having the mental energy or the fucks to give, I shove my phone into my pocket. He can be tomorrow’s problem.

By the time we reach the top of the stairs, I already know he’s taking us to his room. His hand is still intertwined with the brunette’s as he drags her down the hall to the third door on the left. This house belongs to his father, and having been here enough times, I know his room is right across the hall from Kalen’s. But he isn’t here tonight. He’s never here. Probably with his rich bitch girlfriend or his crack whore side-piece.

Walking into his room and shutting the door behind me, I take in the wide space I’m quite familiar with. His king-size bed is up against the middle of the wall to our right, a black velvet accent chair is directly across from it on the left wall, and LED strip lights adorn the bottom of all four walls, lighting the room in a red glow.

Kalen saunters over to the dresser in the corner, reaching into the top drawer and pulling out a black lock box, which I already know contains his stash of drugs. My mouth waters at the sight of the key going into the lock, ready for what’s to come.

The girl sits down on the bed, looks over at me, and smiles. “I’m Marie.”

“Crew,” I tell her, offering a weak smile back at her. Wonder if she has any idea who she’s fucking around with or what she’s in for.

“Lie back for me, sweetie,” Kalen purrs, going over to where she’s at on the bed, baggie of snow-white powder in his hand.

Her eyes flick to me, tongue darting out to wet her lips, before looking back at him and doing what she’s told. The sound of the baggie cracking open plays in my ears as he pushes her shirt up to right below her tits. Her pale skin looks flawless under the red glow, and I can see the sparkle of a belly button ring from where I’m standing.

He pours the powder onto her stomach, working to cut some lines. Her soft giggles are the only sounds in the room—she’s presumably ticklish. As he finishes, he looks at me over his shoulder, smirking. “You’re up, boss.”

Crossing the room in long strides, I take the rolled-up bill out of his hand, looking at the way Marie is lying on the bed, propped up on her elbows. Her thighs not-so-subtly rub together, and she bites her full bottom lip.She’s turned on.

There are four beautiful lines on her stomach for me to choose from. Bending over and bringing the bill over one of them, I snort it into my right nostril, immediately doing the same to a second one. Handing the bill to Kalen, who’s behind me on my left, I lean down and run the flat of my tongue over the spot my lines were at, licking up any residue, then step back and let Kalen have his turn.

Taking a seat in the accent chair across from the bed, I hear Kalen snorting the lines off her stomach. When he’s done, he licks his residue off, bringing his mouth to Marie’s. He swallows her moans as he thrusts his tongue into her mouth, one of his hands grabbing her tit.

My phone goes off again in my pocket. Slipping it out, my eyes drop to the screen.

Anderson: This is ridiculous. Please, Crew.

Marie moans again, a little louder this time, so I slip my phone back into my pocket as my gaze lifts to them. His left hand is now inside her pants, rubbing her pussy, and they’re no longer kissing. From where I’m sitting, I can tell his dick’s already hard. Removing his hand from her pants, he kisses her one more time before telling her to get undressed.

His dark eyes connect with mine as he saunters over to me. Once he’s standing in front of me, he brings his glistening fingers to my mouth, shoving them inside. My cock twitches in my pants as her sweet, earthy flavor explodes on my tongue. My lips close around his thick fingers, sucking her juices off and flicking my tongue around while never breaking eye contact with him. He quickly replaces his fingers with his tongue, brutally fucking my mouth. His teeth nip my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before pulling back.

“Wanna join?” he asks, stepping aside to show me a now-naked Marie. She has a curvy waist and thick thighs, and her tits are large, nipples pebbled and dusty pink. My eyes drift down to her cunt, lightly dusted with short, manicured, dark brown hair. Her pale skin is creamy and smooth, glowing. She’s fucking sexy.

“Nah, man. I’ll just watch. But here, let me.” Reaching for his belt buckle and opening it, I flick the button open on his jeans, unzipping them, and pulling them down until they pool at his ankles. His heavy cock springs free, the red glow of the room illuminating the bead of pre-cum pooled at the slit.

He steps out of the jeans, kicking them aside as my tongue flicks out and runs across his swollen pink tip. His breath hitches at the sensation, his hands fisting at his sides. Out of my peripheral, Marie is watching, her dainty little fingers rubbing her clit as her soft pants echo in the room. Closing my lips around the tip, I look up at him from beneath my lashes, twirling my tongue around, before pulling off and sitting back in the chair.

A knowing grin slides onto his face. “You sure?”

“Positive. I want to watch,” I admit, grabbing my hard cock through my jeans.

Walking over to Marie, he wraps his arms around her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed. The second his tongue makes contact with her clit, her hand flies to his hair and she lets out a long, low moan. Having firsthand knowledge, I know Kalen is fucking superior with his tongue. She’s in for a treat. Her thighs drop open wide as his lips close around her. He sinks his middle finger easily into her wet pussy as he alternates between licking and sucking on her clit.

The scene in front of me is hot as hell, my cock is achingly hard and dripping in my pants, the coke running through my veins doing everything to heighten the arousal.

Kalen adds another finger inside her, turning his hand so his palm’s facing up. His tongue flicks over her clit as his fingers crook, hitting her G-spot and making her cry out. Both of her hands grip his hair, and she starts riding his face from below, taking what she needs. One of his hands wraps around his cock, working himself with long, languid strokes, the other thrusting in and out of her.

Unable to help myself, my hand slips under my waistband, wrapping around my length, a hiss falling from my lips at the contact. Marie continues to roll her hips, one of her hands dancing up her stomach, groping her breast and pinching her nipple between her fingers. Back arched in ecstasy, eyes closed, her raspy moans fill the air.

Her grip on his hair tightens as her moans get louder and her legs begin to tremble. If her screams are any indication, she’s comingalloverhis tongue right now, and it’s so fucking sexy. Unbuttoning my jeans and taking my cock out, I stroke it firmly from root to tip as she seems to come down from her high.

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