6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Caspian

“Harder,” Declan gasps.

Between fucking Lorne’s tight ass and the slashes from the belt, the dude is losing his mind. I’m not going easy on him, but he wants more. I pull my arm back and wail on him.

For a moment, I contemplate stopping. As much as this shit gets me off, for Declan, it’s more than simply blowing his load. It’s about suffering because his cock is hard, and he’s fucking Lorne’s ass. Declan’s pleasure always comes with immense torture in mind and body. But every time I hear the belt slice against his back, my cock twitches in Lorne’s mouth.

I grip Lorne’s head and push my dick to the back of his throat. I glance at his hand. He’s not moving it, so the fucker can take more. That’s what we watch for, his hand tapping against his thigh. It’s crazy that he allows two murderers to suffocate him, especially as I’m a murderer who gets off on the killing part. Lorne gets off on not breathing and takes breath play to a fucking whole new level. But then again, I like some fucked up shit myself.

“Dec,” I groan. I’m close, but I can’t cum, not without it.

Dec nods. “Do it.”

I abandon Lorne’s head and pull at Dec’s neck until my teeth graze his skin. Then I bite down. My eyes roll to the back of my head as the flavor of Declan’s blood floods my mouth and triggers my orgasm. My cum drains from my cock into Lorne’s eager mouth.

“Fuck,”I grunt as I pull out of Lorne’s mouth. “Didn’t realize it had been so long since I unloaded.”

“That would explain why you only lasted five minutes.” Lorne chuckles.

Fucking prick. I shake my cock above his face, and a few more drops of cum coat his face. “You look like a good little bitch, covered in my jizz.”

Lorne raises an eyebrow. “Make that mouth of yours useful and give Dec a hand.”

Fucking asshole. “You know, motherfucker, you talk too damn much.” I shove my hand on his face, covering his nose and mouth. I turn to Declan. “Pay attention to his hand.”

Dec glides Lorne’s dick in my mouth. My tongue swirls around the head before I force my head down, taking him to the hilt.

A strong hand comes to rest on top of my head. “That’s it, Cas. All the way down. Show us what a big man you are and how well you take a nine-inch cock down your throat.”

My lips are restricted around his girth, and I know it’s not worth saying shit cause it will come out as muffled moans. The little shit. Next time, I’m going to strap Dec on the St. Andrew’s cross and go to town on him, so the fucker won’t even be able to lie down.

He always gets like this after he comes. It’s like he hates everyone and everything because of what he did. Some fucked up shit with his childhood. It’s why he only watches while we bang girls, never joining in. He seems to think if he doesn’t fuck them, he’s staying pure somehow. He also treats the girls like shit. The only time he ever takes part is to spank or cane them, trying to justify why he got turned on watching her getting railed. Almost like if he punishes her, he absolves himself. I usually bust another nut while I watch him because the marks he leaves on their skin are a fucking work of art. Better than any porn.

Lorne’s cock twitches in my mouth, and he cums in long waves. Fuck. Apparently, he hasn’t busted a nut in a while too. I close my lips firmly around him, letting him pump everything he’s got into my mouth.

He gasps as soon as I let go of his face, his breathing shallow. “Fuck. Cumming is way better when you think you’re about to die.”

I move off his dick and turn to him with a cum filled mouth. Slapping his face, I bring my lips to his and kiss him, allowing the cum to pass from my mouth to his. “Might as well eat your cum, asshole. You need to fuckin’ whack off more. That was like a fucking fire hose.”

Lorne shoves me off him, resting on his elbows, all of us standing there with limp dicks. “Shower and get dressed. We’re going to that party tonight.”

Dec moves off Lorne, scrambling to get his pants on. He always hurries to get dressed, as if he didn’t just fuck us. He thinks he can deny it ever happened if he gets his clothes back on quickly. It’s annoying as fuck. One minute he’s with us, getting into fucked up shit and having a good time; the next, he’s back to his goddamn preacher-boy nonsense.

The words burst out. “You’re a fucking killer. You think your God is fine with that, but not fucking?”

Declan won’t look at me. His fucking eyes focused on the ground. “I repent for it all.”

I rummage through my pants, pull out a joint, and walk up to him, my semi-erect dick still hanging out. This motherfucker. I grab his cock, my grip tightening as he tries to worm away. He flinches and turns away as if he didn’t just come in Lorne’s ass. I bring my mouth close to his. “Good enough to fuck but not kiss, huh? That’s okay, Dec. I’m used to people using me. My father did it, so why the fuck not you?”

My hand drops from his dick. I stare at him, waiting for him to say something. After a minute, I storm out of the room with my cock still hanging out, leaving my pants on his bedroom floor.