Page 45 of Filthy Little Witch
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” I whimpered. “I’m barely hanging on as it is.”
Wes laughed harder and stepped closer to me, kissing a trail up my neck to my jaw before latching onto my earlobe.
“Such a strong man turned to mush by a sweet little sinner,” he whispered. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. What happened to the guy who could go all night, huh? Or don’t tell me you’re so turned on by seeing my cock that you’ve lost your stamina?”
Wes’s words, combined with the way Marta massaged my dick, had me panting and gripping her hair just to ground myself in reality. But I couldn’t hold on. It was too much—the sinful thirst for both of them, the sounds of the night mixing with classic rock on the radio, the way she pumped me and sucked me.
I lost my composure and exploded in her mouth like a teenager on prom night. It was embarrassing. It was amazing. My soul soared into the sky, rounded the universe, and collapsed back into me with an earth-shattering eruption. I jerked and shivered and moaned while she swallowed me down, smiling up at me with a victorious grin.
Dizzy and enthralled, I dug my aching palms into my eyes to come back to myself. My legs wobbled, for Christ’s sake. But when I came to, Marta had moved onto Wes, sucking him off with as much vigor and enthusiasm as she’d done to me. Except he was much more in control of himself. He had both hands wrapped in her hair, rutting his hips toward her face like he was chasing his first orgasm ever.
My cock twitched to life again, and it was only then that I wondered exactly what we’d unleashed in these woods. But payback was fair game.
I took advantage of his distraction to lean in and lick a trail of sweat beading down his throat, causing him to moan and tilt his head back to grant me more access, which I greedily took. He tasted like salt and man, and I wanted more of it.
“Do you know how hot you look like this?” I whispered, reaching up to grab a fistful of his dark hair and yank his head back farther.
He let out a low chuckle and flashed a devil’s grin, something wicked and dark that only spurred me on.
“Watching her suck you off turns me on more than you can possibly imagine. Watching you eat her pretty little cunt nearly made me bust in my pants.” I tightened my grip on his hair, and he hissed. “I bet you wanted me to see, didn’t you? I bet you were even thinking about me when it happened.”
“Fuck.” He clenched his eyes shut, his features twisting into a grimace laced with euphoria.
“That’s right,” I said. “I know you, Wes. Just like I know you’re going to fuck her throat and come on her tongue and replay this memory for months to come. And when you do, you’re going to think about me.” I yanked his hair harder and kissed his jaw, relishing in the delicious little sounds he made. “Now be a good boy and give her what she wants.”
I sank my teeth into the side of his neck, and that was what did it. He shuddered and froze, his muscles tensing, the veins in his arms bulging, and Marta gulped him down like she was starving for him. His pleasure became my pleasure. His explosion echoed deep inside my chest, down to my bone marrow, and when his cum settled in her stomach, I knew her contentment like it was my own.
When she finally let him go, she smiled up at both of us, a little drip of his cum sliding down her chin. And fuck, I couldn’t resist. I took the back of her neck, guided her up, and licked the rest of him up, swallowing down the salty leftovers. I’d given head thousands of times. I’d tasted cum from countless men. But Wes mixed with Marta’s essence was the sweetest ambrosia I’d ever had the privilege of tasting.
Pulling back from her mouth, I weaved my hands into the hair at the base of her neck and tilted her head up so she had to stare at me, her eyes still unfocused and blissed out.
“You,” I growled and pressed a tender kiss to her mouth, “are such a naughty girl.”
“The ritual didn’t require any of this,” she said with a sly grin. “You wanted it. Because you’ve always wanted it.”
“And you wanted it too, huh?” I shook my head and licked my lips. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Immensely.” She didn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed.
Good.
I like my partners unashamed.
Wes regained his composure and stepped next to me, eyeing our witch with mischief behind his gaze.
“Take off your dress,” he snarled. “Get on the ground. Knees up. Legs spread.”
Fuck. Yes.
“What?” She widened her eyes. “No, we don’t have to?—”
“If you think we’re letting you get away without seeing that adorable come face you make, you’re sorely mistaken.” Wes raised an eyebrow.
“Are you going to play nice?” I asked. “Or do I have to make Wes spank you to get you to listen?”
She bit her bottom lip. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
I let her go with a little shove and glanced at my brother, who tilted one side of his mouth into a grin. He wanted it. She wanted it. And even if I was certain I’d feel every single one, I’d had a red ass before. It might even make my dick harder (if that were possible).
