24. Ash #2
My eyes lift and I see Thomas over her shoulder as he steps towards us, a salacious glint in his eyes sparkling when I nod to him.
She doesn't see him as he unbuckles his pants, pulling his cock out.
It's hard already, ready for my angel’s perfect cunt.
When he pushes his chest against her back, she doesn't even seem surprised.
Falling back against him, her head rolls on his shoulder, their lips colliding as we all dance together.
Thomas grips her ass, squeezing until she moans into his mouth, his sandy blonde hair falling into his face.
“Can you take two cocks in your pretty, little cunt at once, Angel?” I growl at her over the music.
Her eyes flare slightly, but all I see is excitement, her swollen lips popping open as she catches her breath.
Thomas grins a boyish grin at her reaction, and immediately I feel the smooth, round tip of his cock head pressing against mine.
Her pussy lips are soaked, her arousal dripping down my balls, so I know we'll have no problem squeezing both of us into her snug little hole.
His head circles the back of her cunt, prodding and prying and trying to gain access as her hands reach back around his neck, her lips find his jaw as his fat tip finally squeezes past any resistance, her scream is swallowed up by the music, and Thomas's head falls forward on an exasperated groan.
“Fuck, this is a nice cunt,” he grunts out. “Such a fucking tight, wet, perfect cunt.”
I guess he's right about that. His tanned skin flushes as she tries to buck down onto his cock, despite how tight the fit is. My cock is still inside of her, and he pushes his way in slowly, her keening sounds echo between us as he gives her what she wants.
Slowly, so slowly, he works himself fully into her, our dicks pressed snugly inside her perfect hole.
We slow, giving her a second to adjust to the fullness of two me inside of her, but my needy little angel doesn’t want to wait.
Writhing on the spot between the two of us, she tries to search for friction.
She looks wild, bucking between us with her dress hitched up around her waist. One hand comes up to grip my dress shirt, while the other hand grips Thomas.
Almost poking through the thin fabric of her dress, her nipples are pebbled, stiff with arousal.
When my eyes lift, I see other people on the dance floor have followed our lead, naked bodies writhing together. People fucking on the floor, on the chairs, standing up, leaning over. It's dirty.
Fucking dirty; the way the Devils like it. We are depraved and wicked and sinful, and that will never change.
My hips start to move, thrusting in and out of her. Thomas follows my lead, both of our cocks working in tandem, in and out of her. The noises she makes are driving me fucking wild as we tear her apart together.
Dipping down, my lips trace her clavicle and down towards her cleavage.
I find one of her perky nipples through the dress and suck hard, dampening her dress with my saliva before I move to the next.
She arches into my mouth, a silent plea for me to cause more pain, so my teeth clamp down on her perfect nipples.
Like I expected, she shivers with lust, my perverted little angel needing a little pain with her pleasure.
My cock has never been this hard before, and I have to grip her body in a vicious hold to stop myself from pouring into her.
Just looking at her wild and undone, pulled apart at the seams is enough to undo me.
Thomas looks the same. He looks as if he's about to fall off the edge.
His teeth gritted and his face red with exertion as he drives into her, his hips chasing a wild rhythm.
I groan against her skin, my lips finding her ear as I whisper, “Can we fill you up, my perfect angel?”
She nods desperately, and my fingers come down to reach her clit, pinching it in a painful hold.
She screams as her body begins to tremble, jolting between us.
I didn't think it was even possible for her cunt to grip us tighter, but as she orgasms, it feels like a fucking fist wrapping around both of our cocks.
We can barely move in and out of her. Our hips are locked as she grips us tightly.
Fuck.
Thomas groans, and I feel his cock twitch inside of her as he begins to spill his cum in her hole.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, and the whole thing undoes me.
My hips drive wildly into her, stretching her more than I thought capable, as my cock shoots off, spurts of cum painting her insides white the way they deserve to be.
Breaths rip out of my chest in ragged exhales as it takes forever to come down from the heaven she just brought me to, the gyrating bodies around us, screaming, moaning and crying as I look into her perfect dark eyes.
I smooth her dress down as her legs unwind from my body, the music rolling on and dragging us all back into its rhythm. The three of us grind together in the crush of bodies, heat pressing in from every direction.
Finding the forgotten bottle of vodka on the ground, I tip it into my mouth, sighing as the liquid warms my insides before passing it to Thomas, then back to her. She takes a drink without hesitation, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes bright and reckless as she laughs.
She leans in close, forehead brushing my jaw, her voice just loud enough to carry over the music.
“I never want this night to end.”
My gaze flickers between her eyes, searching her face, searching the woman who looks like she finally belongs to herself, to this moment. To us. I let my thumb brush her lip, inhaling her scent before answering.
“I won’t let it,” I say quietly.
Even as I say it, I know it’s a lie. Morning will come. It always does. And when it does, it’ll bring consequences.
But tonight is ours.
Before I can think too hard on it, laughter explodes beside us.
Leon barrels in out of nowhere, all boyish grin and wild energy, scooping her up without warning.
She squeals, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he spins her, her laughter bright and unguarded as it cuts through the music.
“Welcome to the Devils, you crazy woman!” Leon shouts over the beat, twirling her once more before settling her down.
She’s still laughing when her feet hit the floor, cheeks flushes and eyes sparkling as she swats at his chest. The sound of it, her joy, her ease, does something tight and unfamiliar to my chest.
“Never seen someone look so hot while throwing a Molotov,” Leon adds, pushing his shaggy curls off his forehead. “Who knew you had such an arm.”
My angel’s face twists as she remembers what she did earlier in the night, a nervous smile creeping onto her face.
“I’m not going to wake up with my arms cuffed behind my back for this, right?” She jokes, but there is still some apprehension on her face.
“Do you remember what happened the last time you visited the police station?” I remind her, a wicked grin curling my lips.
“You went to the cops about us?” Thomas fake gasps, raising a hand to his chest. “I’m hurt.”
Maddy shoves him playfully, laughing breathlessly at the absurdity of it all, and Leon grabs her arms to spin her in a dramatic fashion. I’ll never get sick of this, seeing her like this. Seeing those once haunted eyes zap to life.
So, I let myself enjoy it. And whatever comes in the morning, we will face together.