“Sorcha, Angel, have you ever had anal?” Zaine asked.
“Yeah, I have,” she replied.
“Good. That's really good because I want to see you writhing between us,” he told her and kissed her. “I'll let Finley have your sweet pussy, while I take that sexy ass,” he told her.
Sorcha shuddered. “Yes, please. I want that, so bad,” she told them.
“Finley lay down and let our girl ride you while I get the lube,” Zaine said, handing him a condom.
He watched as Finley rolled on the condom and laid down, and groaned when Sorcha straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock. He went to his dresser got the lube and returned to the bed. He positioned himself behind Sorcha and gently pushed her down so she was laying on Finley. He poured lube onto his fingers and worked two of them into her ass. Then he worked a third in, stretching her for him.
“Please,” Sorcha whimpered.
“I can deny you nothing,” Zaine told her. He slid on a condom, lubed himself, and moved into position. He pressed into her slowly and groaned. “Fuck, you're so tight.”
“Damn it, Zaine, move. I'm not going to last long at this rate,” Finley groaned out.
Zaine eased back until just the tip was in, then thrust back in. Soon he set up a steady pace, and they built up a rhythm between them.
“Oh fuck, I'm close,” Sorcha panted.
“Come for us, Sweetheart,” Finley said, thrusting up into her at the same time Zaine thrust down.
“Ohhhh…” Sorcha cried out and her body clenched around the cocks inside her as she fell over the edge.
Her clenching tugged them both over with cries of their own and Zaine collapsed on Sorcha's back. Then he withdrew, removed the condom, and tied it off.
He tossed it in the bedside trash can and then helped Sorcha off of Finley. He watched as Finley removed his condom and tied it off before tossing it in the trash can too.
“I don't think I can move,” Sorcha said from where she lay in the middle of the bed.
“Then don't.? Stay the night. It's Friday and you don't work at the bakery tomorrow.” Yeah, he knew her schedule by heart.
“What about you, Finley?” Zaine asked. “You want to stay?”
“And wake up with our girl between us? Fuck yes,” Finley replied.
They stretched out on either side of her and Zaine pulled the covers up. “Sleep, Angel, because we're far from through. Now that I've had you, I'm not letting go.”
“I second that sentiment. I'm not going anywhere either,” Finley said.
“M'kay,” she replied as they snuggled against her.
Zaine turned off the light and turned his attention to the woman who was finally in his bed. He watched as she slowly fell asleep. Finley soon followed, but it took a little longer before sleep finally claimed him.
Chapter Four
Zaine
He awoke to the feel of a warm body curled around him and his eyes opened slowly. He looked down at where Sorcha was curled against him and smiled. They'd awoken twice in the night and had had sex again, keeping his word that they weren't through.
He carefully eased himself from beneath her, slid out of bed, and went to the bathroom to take care of business.
When he returned, Finley was awake. “You relax with our girl, I'm going to go make breakfast,” Zaine told him.
“Sure thing. I don't mind keeping her company,” Finley replied.
Zaine chuckled, tugged on his pants, and headed downstairs. Once in the kitchen, he pulled out eggs, shredded cheese, sausages, hashbrowns,? and pancake mix, and got to work.
