Page 15 of Bliss: Part 1
Ashby’s cock pulsed in my hand, and I twisted my wrist slightly, earning a low rumble from him. Dash’s was smoother, and he shivered when I circled his tip with my thumb. It was surreal, filthy, and so hot that I could barely keep my balance on the bed.
“God, Bliss. That’s—fuck,” Dash murmured, his hand drifting instinctively to my hip.
Ashby’s hand was on my thigh. “You like this?” he asked.
“Yes.” The word was barely a breath, but I couldn’t imagine saying anything else.
His smirk turned possessive as he lifted his hand to cup my cheek so he could slide his thumb over my lips. “You want to taste us?”
I nodded without even thinking about it, my mouth already watering. Dash was watching me, wide-eyed, like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I leaned forward and took Ashby’s head into my mouth, tasting salt and heat and the faintest hint of his skin. He groaned, low and rough, and I licked along the ridge, swirling my tongue before pulling off.
Then I turned to Dash, who looked like he might actually stop breathing if I didn’t touch him soon. I teased the underside with the tip of my tongue, and he let out a choked sound that went straight to my core. I alternated, switching from one to the other, working both cocks in my hands and mouth, and it felt obscene and spectacular and exactly right.
“Jesus Christ, Bliss,” Dash whispered, his hand weaving into my hair. “You’re going to…ah, fuck…”
“Let her,” Ashby growled. He was watching the whole thing, eyes hooded, jaw clenched. “Make him come into your mouth, Lissy.”
I wasn’t sure I had the power to do that, but it seemed that all I had to do was suck his cock for a moment longer. Dash moaned and tightened his grip in my hair, holding me down every now and then.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned, his hips thrusting up. “I’m gonna come.”
I braced myself, unsure how that would feel or taste. And when his cum covered my mouth, I didn’t think twice about it. I swallowed it while his cock was still in my mouth, and when he finally let me pull back, I looked up at him, breathing heavily just like he was.
“Goddamn,” he murmured, stroking his cock slowly while his other hand was still in my hair. “That was fucking amazing, baby.”
I smiled, feeling proud of myself.
“My turn.” Ashby wasn’t giving me time to breathe. He cupped my jaw and pulled me to him, guiding my mouth to his cock.
He wasted no time pushing himself past my lips, one hand cupping the back of my head, the other stroking my cheek. He grunted and started to fuck my mouth, shallow at first, then deeper until I could feel his tip hitting the back of my throat. It burned, but the way he moaned made me want it more. I relaxed and let him use me, my own hand sliding between my legs to soothe the ache building there.
“Look at you,” he hissed, eyes glazed with pride and hunger. “Taking it so good, Lissy. Didn’t know you could be such a dirty fucking girl.”
I tried to smile around his cock, but it was hard with him fucking my mouth like that. He kept talking, praising me, his words laced with filth until I felt my cheeks burn hotter than the room.
“Gonna come down your throat. You ready?” His voice was a broken rasp, full of warning and promise.
I nodded, bracing myself. He buried himself to the hilt, holding me still while he pulsed and spasmed, flooding my mouth with his cum. I swallowed without thinking, greedy for it, for the taste and the power rush that followed. When he finally pulled back, his cock resting heavy against my tongue for a second before he let it fall away, I licked my lips and looked up at him, waiting for judgment.
Ashby stroked the side of my face, his thumb catching the wetness at the corner of my mouth. “You’re fucking perfect,” he said, voice low.
Dash pulled me up again, kissing me hard and slow, like he was thanking me or claiming me. I could taste both of them on his tongue. When I pulled away, Ashby was already putting his shorts back on and lying down on the bed.
No one said anything, but the energy in the room was thick with satisfaction.
“You feeling okay?” Dash asked, caring as ever.
I nodded and gave him a smile. “Yes, I feel fine. It was kind of a lot but…I enjoyed it.”
Ashby laughed softly. “You sure you’re not gonna run out of here and whine about what we did to the others?”
I shook my head, a deep frown set between my brows. “No. Why would I do that?”
Ashby shrugged, not answering right away.
I watched him, waiting for him to speak again, but he never did.
Sighing, I put my panties back on and got comfortable between them on the bed. “I don’t have a reason to whine about what we did when I clearly wanted it.”
