Page 24 of Temptation
Or to get back at both of them?That inner voice rang in my head.
I shook my head and spread my legs, looking up at the pair of them, and wrapped my hand in the blond strands of the girl’s hair. Skylar gripped the hem of her dress in her hand, lifting the material higher until it rode all the way to the middle of her thigh.
Dylan swallowed and gripped Skylar’s other hand, and instead of jealousy, instead of pain I felt mere moments ago, I felt something else.
Desire, a yearning to be up there with them.
I felt powerless as the girl in front of me gripped the base of my dick in her hand, squeezing, taunting, driving me insane. I hissed and bit down on my bottom lip, my eyes never wavering from the blond-haired pair next to the altar. Maybe we were all sick for doing this. Maybe all of us had a sickness entangled with our DNA strands. Maybe who our parents were, was what would always define us, and standing here with my pants around my ankles and need coursing through my veins would always be what I was.
A sick fucking bastard who was in love with a girl, all the while wanting her brother as well.
I tried to escape from this feeling for so long that I couldn’t even remember anymore who I was before this.
The first time I looked at my friend in primary school and wanted to kiss him.
The first time I kissed a girl and got even harder as my friend watched.
The first time my uncle hit me for jerking off to gay porn.
I ran away from all of that because Uncle Neal told me it was wrong, forbidden, and would only derail me from our plans. But what if I needed both in order to feel complete?
What if I needed both of them to feel like I was alive?
The girl hollowed her cheeks and swallowed the head of my dick. My eyes rolled back, and I tightened the grip on her hair, leading her, showing her what I wanted.
“Touch my balls,” I hissed, staring at the ceiling.
“Like this,” she crooned as she rolled my balls in her hand. A current zapped through my spine, and she kept licking, sucking, swallowing me. I pushed harder into her mouth, fucking her like a man possessed.
I turned back toward them and swallowed audibly when I saw what they were doing.
Skylar was pressed against Dylan’s front, her body covered with that bloody dress to his bare chest. My mouth dried, and my tongue ran over my lower lip, over my aching teeth, because she had her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking up and down.
He was hunched over her, his face hidden on the other side of her neck, but she looked at me. She stared with so much anger and so much love, I knew all of us were going to burn when all of this was over.
I wouldn’t mind burning for her. I wouldn’t mind her hating me if I could have her look at me like that. People didn’t hate because they didn’t care. People hated because they loved someone. They got consumed by hatred because they cared about the person.
I could see it all there, while she stroked her brother. Even from this distance, I could see him shuddering, pushing into her hand, and I wanted it to be me on the other side of him. I wanted to be the one touching him, kissing her.
I wanted to be up there, so badly, and when I looked down, I didn’t see the girl anymore.
It was Skylar staring at me with her big, doe blue eyes, smiling at me, sucking me, making me feel like a God.
“Shit,” I cursed, feeling the current moving all over me—over my back, pooling into my stomach, and I knew I wouldn’t last.
But then it wasn’t Skylar anymore on her knees. A different pair of eyes looked up at me. A harder pair of hands stroked my thighs, my balls, in between my ass cheeks, all the way to that puckered hole I didn’t want to think about.
“Fuck!”
I pumped my hips faster, grabbed her hair harder, lost in ecstasy. But before I could blow, the person in front of me was the girl once again, and when I looked up, Dylan was jerking into Skylar’s hand with uncoordinated moves, his chest heaving as he looked at me.
None of us were normal. All of us were born with something wrong in our genetic system, and as I looked from him to her, I erupted into the girl’s mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Dylan gripped the back of Skylar’s neck and pulled her up into a kiss, and I once again imagined myself being there. I closed my eyes and imagined a scene that pushed me to come and come and come, while sweat ran over my back.
Dylan kissed Skylar, then me, holding us both together. Behind my closed eyes, Skylar smiled at me, nuzzling her face into my neck, while Dylan kissed my forehead, squishing her between us. So perfect, so tiny, so much ours.
