Page 62 of Dominion

Her puckered nipples were straight up in the air, begging to be touched, teased, and bitten. Her plump lips formed a perfect O as her fingers entered her core—first one, then the second one, and those long lashes fanned over her cheeks.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dylan murmured, his dick bobbing between his legs.

I pressed my lips to his shoulder, tracing a path toward his neck, ending at his ear. “Get on your knees, Dylan. I want you to taste her. I want you to show her how much we love her.”

As if he was just waiting for me to say something, he fell to his knees, his shirt riding up and exposing his back. Skylar almost shot off the bed when he started licking, tasting, biting, her fingers disappearing from her core and squeezing the mattress instead.

“I-I… Dylan!”

He chuckled, slowly dragging his fingers through her folds, his tongue relentlessly flicking through them. My blood burned through my body, urging me to come closer. My skin itched from the need, from the heady desire coating the air. Unable to wait any longer, I got rid of my clothes within seconds, positioning myself right behind him.

“Such a good boy,” I murmured, stroking his back, earning a soft mewl from him, muffled by Skylar’s core. “Keep going, Dylan. I want to hear her scream. I want her to shatter for us.”

He wrapped his hands around her thighs, pulling her closer to him, and like a man on mission, he went savagely, drunk on her just as I was.

I quickly jumped off of the bed, rushing toward the suitcase the bellman brought in, and opened it. I pulled out a small bottle and a tiny device I recently bought. I almost left it behind before we left for the airport, but I was more than glad I had it with me now.

Skylar’s sexy sounds filled my ears, spurring me on in my quest to get them both so high on desire they would never look back and want anything else.

There was a fear inside my veins that became more and more present lately, and that was that they were going to leave me after the mess with Judah was finished. They would see what a fuckup I was and would decide that they were better off without me. Just the two of them, living the life.

I woke up at night, paralyzed from the nightmares where Dylan and Skylar walked away from me as if they never cared at all. I walked through the days fighting against the urge to follow them everywhere, to keep them close, keep my eyes on them, because I didn’t believe that they would stay. The reason why I wanted them to stay back wasn’t just because they would see the side of me they never had a chance to see, but because it would be a catalyst for them to disappear from my life.

I hated how fucking weak this fear had made me.

I hated that I spent almost every waking moment thinking about it, thinking about all the what-ifs and all the things that could happen. I hated that I couldn’t enjoy the moment with them, overthinking every single word, every single look, everything we did…

But most of all, I hated that I couldn’t talk to them about it. I hated that I still didn’t trust myself and I didn’t believe in myself. Because when it came to it, I had nothing to offer.

Happily ever after's were always reserved for other people, and I never wanted them. I never thought past my revenge for the death of my parents. Now that we were so close to it, I had no idea what future I had.

People my age thought about going to college, about starting a family, or simply starting to work, yet I had no plans. I was proud of Sebastian and that he knew what he wanted, but I didn’t. I had no fucking idea, except that I wanted to be with Dylan and Skylar.

Shaking my head from the vicious thoughts that never did anything good, I slid right behind Dylan, spreading my fingers over his lower back, loving how responsive he was. From that first moment, from that first touch, I knew he belonged to me just as much as Skylar did. I knew that nothing would ever make sense if it didn’t have the three of us in the picture. Nothing ever felt this right, this… complete, until the two of them came.

I pushed him lower, as he lifted his hips higher, giving me a clear view of his heavy balls, his ass, and the little hole I couldn’t wait to explore. I dove, burying my face between his cheeks, while at the same time fondling his balls.

“Holy shit!” he yelled out, pushing against me, needing more, as my tongue pressed into his hole, meeting the resistance almost immediately. “A-Ash,” Dylan stumbled on his words, the tremble in his body taking me higher and higher. I persisted, lapping at him, adding one finger, then slowly two, coating them in lube.

His hips moved, seeking friction. His voice filtered through my head, the needy little noises that erupted. The bed dipped beneath us, and Skylar sat right next to us, her hands wrapped around his dick. The sound of their lips clashing had mewrapping my hand around my dick, needing the release as much as I needed to hear them scream for me.

And I needed them.

I would always need them, even if they didn’t need me.

“Please,” Dylan whimpered. “Please, please, please…”

“What do you need, baby?” I asked unashamedly, pumping my fingers in and out of his ass. His eyelids closed, lips opened, and Skylar grinned as she pumped his cock, going as fast as my fingers were.

“God, I need to come,” he moaned. “I need to come so badly. Fuck. Please. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me!”

I wrapped my arms around his body, and within seconds, I had him on all fours, my cock lined up with his entrance. “Is this what you want?” I asked, pushing in painfully slow, feeling every single one of his muscles clamping down on me. My teeth clamped down on my lower lip, willing myself to last. Willing myself to make this longer.

“Yessss,” he hissed out, panting underneath me. “Fuck me, Ash. Please.”

Skylar scooted closer, taking the lube from the bed, and poured a hefty amount on top of my dick, wrapping her hand around my base. “Fuck, babe,” I gritted my teeth. “Are you trying to drive me insane?”

The mischievous look made me want to kiss her and spank her at the same time, not necessarily in that order.