39. Rowan
THIRTY-NINE
ROWAN
I didn’t expect her to bury two fingers inside her wet pussy on my lap and throw that glorious mane of dark hair over my shoulder while she closed her eyes and fucked herself like she was a porn star. It was like a fantasy come to life, and my cock was throbbing in my pants beneath her ass. She knew it, too. I could feel it brush against the curve of her ass every time she moaned softly under her breath. Every time her fingers curved a certain way and made a tiny little squelching noise, I had to fight the urge to rock up into her and rut myself against her bare ass.
Fuck, she was dangerous to my sanity.
I wanted all of her, and yet, at the same time, I wanted her far away from us. Once this was all over, she could go back and live her life, and we could finally get back to our damn jobs—if we even had them after I explained all this to Lilly.
Nash panted as he palmed himself through his pants, and I realized the best way to get back at him for this and the panties dare was to give him a dare he couldn’t refuse.
"Nash. I dare you to put your face down there and put your wagging tongue to use for her."
Nash’s eyes flashed with lust, and he looked at Harper, waiting for her to say no. When she didn’t, he groaned and moved to the floor, his knees sinking into the plush rug beneath him. "Only if she promises to be loud enough to show Angel what he’s missing out on."
"I think we can manage that," I growled, "with or without her consent."
I moved a hand across her back to support her, letting the other rest along the back of the couch as Nash buried his head between her legs and set to work.
"Oh, fuck," Harper moaned, squirming to get away from the way Nash’s tongue curled around her clit and teased those nerve endings to overstimulation. "Nash, I?—"
"Hush and let him work," I muttered into her neck. Where my tongue met her flesh, it was an experience that was as intoxicating as it was insane.
She was like the first taste of freedom, the first rainstorm in spring. Flowers in bloom in the summer sun paled in comparison to her beauty. She was everything I wanted and yet everything I could never have.
But I could have this, right now. And I planned to take it, all of it, anything I could get, so that I would have memories of us to keep me warm when she was gone.
"Do you know what you do to me, Harper?" My hand encircled her throat as she groaned, and I chuckled when Nash moved her hand away from her soaked cunt, replacing her fingers with his own.
"Fuck, she tastes like heaven," Nash whispered reverently, his tongue swirling around her clit, sliding up and down her folds as he finger-fucked her with a single-minded focus. Harper’s moans of pleasure echoed off the walls, and there was no way in hell Angel didn’t hear her, even behind that closed door. Even if the man were dead asleep, he’d probably hear her in his dreams.
I knew I would for the rest of my fucking short life on this planet.
My fingers skated over her arm as she clutched the back of the couch, her hips rising from the sofa and my lap as Nash scissored his digits inside her, finding that sweet spot that made her wail her appreciation and pleasure to the ceiling.
"Yes, yes, yes!" She rocked herself against his hand as I slipped my free one up her shirt, skimming my fingertips over her bare stomach, finally finding the soft lace of her bra.
I bet it matched the panties in my damn pocket, too.
She came with a shout, her whole body shaking, collapsing into my frame as Nash chased her with his tongue, refusing to let up. He still fucked his fingers into her, and as she began to plead for him to stop, his eyes met mine with intent .
"Why are you up there neglecting our girl? Don’t you know what to do with a good pair of tits?"
I almost took offense at that comment. Almost. As it turned out, I had forgotten to shower her with attention, so with a flick of my wrist, I had her bra tugged low enough for her tits to pop free, exposing her nipples to the night air.
They pebbled beneath my touch, the softness of her skin a sharp contrast to my calloused hands. She moaned as I twirled a single nipple between two fingers, teasing it to drive her crazy as Nash steamrolled her into another orgasm. She was close, but just present enough to hold back as he tried to force her over the edge.
"Good girls get what they want," I whispered to her, pinching the taut bud in my grasp. Her yelp was sharp and pained but threaded with an underlying arousal that worked in my favor as I turned her head to capture her lips with my own, swallowing her sighs and moans and screams as Nash added a third finger to her greedy hole and doubled his efforts. I watched him bare his teeth and gently bite down on her clit, and it was like he’d opened up the floodgates of Atlantis.
All over my lap.
She soaked me with her orgasm, leaving a wet stain on my pants as she bucked and rocked and shuddered through the overstimulation. Nash grinned like a loon and licked up as much as he could get, drinking her release like a dehydrated man on a desert island.
"Fuck, that’s hot," I stuttered out, my cock painfully hard in my pants.
"Hey, Harpie, truth or dare?" Nash teased, wiping his chin to catch the remnants of her arousal clinging to his skin.
Harper gasped in air like she was drowning, and I rolled my eyes at my older brother’s joke, until she lifted her head and met his gaze, her voice low and thick with arousal. "Dare, motherfucker," she spat out between breaths, sweat making her hair cling to her brow.
"Fuck me," he whispered, and I don’t even think he knew he’d said it. "I want you to ride Rowan while you suck me off. Leave us with a memory we’ll never forget."
Their stares didn’t waver, nor did they look away from each other for a long time. Harper’s gaze finally fell as she hoisted herself up in my lap, rising to her knees as she straddled me facing the front, her ass positioned conveniently above my dick.
"Take it out, Ro, and bury yourself in her. Maybe I can choke her with mine while yours makes her scream." He laughed, a sick, twisted sort of sound that sent shivers down any sane person’s spine. "I bet it’ll feel amazing to have her screaming around me."
He whipped his dick out as I tugged down my pants and freed my own, letting it twitch and slap against her bare pussy. "Fuck, Harper," I groaned, eyes rolling into the back of my head, "how do you want it?—"
She reached beneath herself, wordlessly positioning my cock at her entrance as she sank down on it with a groan.
And damn it all if I wasn’t already close to coming inside her from the sensation.
Nash’s hand twisted in her hair as she leaned forward, giving me a nice view of her cunt swallowing my dick as she rose and fell, her head bobbing on Nash’s cock in silence. Well, she was silent. He was too busy moaning and telling her how good she was at it to read the room.
Her pussy clenched down on me any time Nash held her in place, making her damn near swallow him to keep breathing, and on his third pass, I couldn’t take it anymore. My balls tightened, my cock twitched, and suddenly I was filling her with my cum, holding her ass in place as she groaned around Nash’s cock.
"I don’t want her to moan, Ro. I want her to scream. "
He leaned forward, his fingers finding her clit as I filled her hole, and she was bucking on me again, riding his fingers and my cock as she desperately sucked his dick and searched for that peak one last time.
I felt him pinch her sensitive bundle of nerves, and that time, I did hear her scream around him, his cock muffling it as he gripped her hair and shoved himself all the way down her throat.
"Swallow it, yeah, that’s a good little slut; take all my cum, and don’t waste a drop."
Angel chose that moment to wander out of his room, single-minded focus keeping his eyes forward like a horse with blinders. He refused to look our way for anything, reaching into the fridge for a bottle of water as I panted through my release and gritted my teeth against the feel of Harper’s hot channel tightening around me, searching for more. Needy, desperate, and shameless.
Nash leaned back on the couch and leered at Angel from his reclined position, not knowing when to keep his mouth shut and when to open it.
"Oy, Angel, you missed a good time. Maybe you can clean up the mess we left behind, yeah?" He looked down at Harper, whose eyes shimmered with tears at his words. "Oh, I forgot, you don’t like 'em when they’ve already whored themselves out to us." His brows furrowed the longer he looked at her, and I winced as she popped her mouth off his dick, and her tearful, betrayed look morphed into pure rage and hatred. "Really hard for a man as good-looking as you to take the sloppy seconds of someone who looks like me, right?"
Nash stood suddenly, cock still dangling from his pants, and grabbed the bottle of absinthe on his way to his room. Angel quickly retreated, his eyes never meeting Harper’s pleading gaze. Which only infuriated Nash more.
"What, brother, are you too good to join us? Too good to wish Harper a happy fucking birthday? "
The absinthe bottle tipped back, the remaining contents quickly disappearing down his throat. When there was none left to swallow, he growled at the empty thing and hurled it at Angel's door, sending glass flying everywhere as it shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.
"Arrogant fuckwad," Nash growled, slamming his door behind him as he disappeared from view.
And then there were two.
Harper refused to look at me as she rose from my now-soft cock and retreated to my bathroom to clean herself up.
I found her in the shower minutes later, when I’d cleaned up the mess in the common room. Her hands were braced against the wall, her head hanging low as she let the water drown her sorrows. I almost made to join her, until I caught the sound of her heart-wrenching sobs.
I’d heard that sound before from several people in my life, and every time, I chickened out. I gave them the space they so obviously desired, and let them cry their pain away. If they wanted me there, they’d ask for me. But something about the desolate resignation in her soft cries twisted my insides and made me feel like I was bleeding out on this cold tile floor.
I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring for us, but it was painfully obvious now that Harper needed to go back to her old life. She needed to be far away from us. We were darkness incarnate. Evil hellbeasts that destroyed everything we touched. We’d lost ourselves along the way and became the very kinds of people we despised. And now, because of us, the girl all three of us spent our whole lives loving was breaking down in a bathroom shower, and I was but a voyeur to her pain.
It broke my heart to think of letting her go, but staying with us would break her more. And I never wanted this for her.
I had to let her go. No matter how much it hurt.