23. Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two

Liam

O nce the house was officially pimped out, Ronan had to get back to his brother's house, something about an update on the other legacies. I don't know how the fuck he can even be in the same room as Christopher after what he did to Skyla and Asher. I'm thankful I haven't had to, but I know the time is coming, and soon.

Vincent also had to get back to his meeting, that he literally ran out on when Asher called him in a panic. Wesley surprisingly stuck around, making up excuses of double and triple checking all the bars we installed on the outside of all the windows and doors. Though, not that surprising as his eyes tracked to Skyla's every other second, when he thought nobody was looking. Asher and I were always looking though, the whole time.

Eventually, he ran out of excuses for being here and left as well. It was just Asher, Skyla, and me. We're sitting on the couch downstairs, Skyla watching some comfort TV show while Asher and I play blackjack. He's all pissy right now because I'm banker, and he's on his last dollar bill.

He throws it down aggressively just as I flip over a king and an ace. Goddamn, beautiful. Can a pair of cards get any prettier than that?

Asher, being the sore loser he is, kicks at the table, pouring himself a drink from the scotch bottle before grumbling in his seat. I chuckle at his sour mood, pocketing all his cash before pouring myself a glass. I lift it to my mouth, tipping it back when I notice Skyla staring at me.

"What does that taste like?"

"Fire," Asher grouches.

I reach around Skyla, smacking Asher in the back of the head.

"Stop being a pouty bitch. Our girl wants to know what scotch tastes like. I think it's only polite we give her a taste."

"Oh, I don't want a glass. I was just curious."

I smirk at her.

"Who said anything about a glass, babygirl?"

Curiosity sparks in those beautiful green eyes before I sit up, facing her fully. My hand comes up to cup her cheeks, squeezing slightly.

"Open."

She does as I say, excitement flaring to life in those irises, while I lift my glass to my mouth with my other hand, taking a small sip before setting it down.

The alcohol burns, but I can't help but drag this moment out for a little longer before I spit it into her waiting mouth. Surprise flashes across her face, and she quickly swallows it down before coughing. My eyes meet Asher's over her head; his pupils dilated, face drenched in lust as I nod to him and release Skyla's cheeks.

Before she has a moment to say anything, Asher lifts the bottle to his mouth, taking a larger pull than I did before yanking her jaw to face him, spitting the contents into her mouth and down her throat. She swallows roughly before Asher smashes his lips to hers, his tongue clearly chasing the taste down. My cock immediately hardens at the sight. Goddamnit, I wish I would have done that.

They are so lust drunk they practically fall into my lap, the back of Skyla's head inches from my cock as Asher covers her body with his. I watch in rapt fascination as they devour each other in front of me. I run my fingers through Skyla's hair, before dragging my fingertips down her cheek and over her chest. Her eyes open, making eye contact with me as she pulls away from Asher.

He breathes heavily like he just came up for air as she sits up, arching her neck to meet my mouth as I close the distance between us. Her pillowy lips are like heaven against mine, soft and smooth. My tongue strokes against hers as my hand cups the front of her throat when I feel her body being tugged away from me.

Asher, the greedy little fucker, literally drags her out of my lap, yanks down her leggings, and begins eating her pussy. I'd be pissed off if I didn't love where this is going. Skyla moans at the feeling, before wrapping her legs around Asher's neck like a goddamn succubus ready to consume him whole. I don't think he'd be all that mad about it, considering the hot as fuck groans coming from him as well.

I pull my cock out of my pants, spitting into my hand before dragging it up and down my length as I watch them. Skyla's hands dig into Asher's hair, her hips lifting to grind against his face as I slowly pick up my pace. Asher's hand slips between her thigh, a finger or two slipping inside her if her gasp is anything to go off of.

My cock jerks in reaction, and I groan as my hand moves faster. Asher's eyes fly open, coming directly to me as they do. I won't even pretend that when my cock jerks again, it has nothing to do with Asher's eyes on me. Sure, he's my best friend and he's very obviously straight, but it doesn't mean I don't find him attractive. In fact, he's hot as fuck, and having him watch me stroke my cock while he's eating my girl's pussy, yeah, I'm fucking turned on.

He pulls away from Skyla, his hand coming down and slapping her clit. She arches her back, a whimper escaping her as he speaks.

"Get up there and suck Liam's cock for him, princess."

Skyla does as he says, quickly flipping over onto her stomach and crawling up to me. I spread my legs as wide as I can, giving her the room she needs before her mouth sucks me down her throat. My mouth parts, and I feel my head hit the armrest of the couch as I groan.

Fuck. Yes.

She takes it slow at first, bobbing her head up and down. She's getting so fucking good. She hardly ever gags these days, and she's really learned to open up her throat. I don't know who taught her that one, but goddamn, I owe him a blowjob just for that.

My hand trails over her perfect face before weaving through her golden hair. I spin the silky strands around my fist several times until I have a nice hold on her. Looking up, I watch as Asher grabs her hips, forcing her up onto her knees before he lines his cock up to her, pushing inside with a guttural groan that makes my cock jerk down Skyla's throat.

Goddamnit. I don't think I've ever noticed how sexy his moans are.

Skyla moans around my cock; she's thrown off for a moment before her and Asher fall into a nice rhythm. Meanwhile, I lay back like a fucking king as I have my beautiful girl suck my cock like a pro.

My head is thrown back against the couch, eyes lazily watching Skyla take me, her tongue twirling around each piercing before going down again when Asher catches my eye. He's watching her intently, his thrusts becoming more and more aggressive. I watch as his knuckles practically turn white from his grip on her hips as he savagely fucks her.

It seems to be too much for her as she pulls away from me for a second, gasping deep breaths. I'm so fucking close to coming, but I know she needs a second. Apparently, Asher doesn't agree, though. He reaches down, gripping the back of her neck before lifting her over to me.

"No breaks. Be a good girl and suck the cum out of him," he says through clenched teeth.

Asher doesn't release his hold on her. Instead, he uses his grip to practically fuck my cock with her face. He shoves her down over and over again, his thrusts becoming erratic as he continues staring at the slobbery mess that Skyla's leaving all over my cock.

I know it doesn't mean anything to him, but having him take control like this, forcing her head down onto me like this, him practically feral to make sure she makes both of us come…it's my fucking undoing.

Tightening my grip on her hair, I feel Asher push her down once more, hard, my cock pushing down her throat as my cum spills down her.

"Yeah, good girl. Drink, princess. Don't you fucking waste a goddamn drop," Asher groans, before his eyes roll into the back of his head, and he cums.

Several low moans tear through his chest as Skyla follows him, moaning and screaming her release with her mouth still full of my cock. After several seconds, Asher opens his eyes, shaking his head as he looks down at me. Our eyes lock for several seconds, but neither of us speak. Things I shouldn't be thinking, shouldn't be wondering, pop into my head, but before I can truly explore them, his eyes look down at Skyla.

He releases his hold on her, rolling onto his back, his hard cock still holding strong as he takes deep, labored breaths. Of course, I'm going to stare at it, at least for a second; who wouldn't? God, he's got a pretty fucking cock.

"You okay?" Skyla asks me breathlessly from my lap.

My eyes snap down to hers, a smirk on my face.

"I'm on cloud fucking nine right now, babygirl. What about you?"

"Same," she smiles.

"Motion carried," Asher snarks on a labored breath, before pushing to his feet, stuffing his cock back into his pants, and moving to the kitchen.

Fuck. Ronan and Vincent should leave the house more often.