“Delicious,” Finley replied.
“Good boy,” Zaine said, testing it out. He heard Finley suck in a breath, but he didn't say anything. So Finley liked taking orders too. Perfect, because he liked giving them.
“Take off your boxer briefs and lay down on the bed,” he demanded, and Finley rushed to do as he was told.
“Okay, Angel. Take this condom,” he said, handing it to her, “and roll it onto his cock. That's a good girl,” he told her when she obeyed.
“Now, straddle him and lower yourself onto his cock. Let your greedy cunt suck him in,” he told her.?
Sorcha moaned as Finley's cock filled her. Zaine and Finley both groaned, Zaine at the sight and Finley at the feeling.
Zaine stood and stripped so he was as naked as they were, then sat and stroked himself again.
“That's a good girl, now ride his cock. Show us how much you like having Finley's cock deep in your pussy.”
Sorcha moved with intent and Finley gripped her hips as he thrust up into her.
“That's it. Ride him, Angel.” Zaine debated joining them but liked the view too much.
“I'm close,” Sorcha panted.
“Rub her clit, make our girl sing,” Zaine ordered Finley.
Finley moved a hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb as he thrust up into her.
That was all Sorcha needed and she fell over with a shout. Finley followed her soon after with a roar.
“Fuck, you two are so hot together,” Zaine groaned. “Now, come here Angel. I want to put that pretty mouth to good use,” he told her.
He watched as Sorcha lifted off of Finley and dropped to the floor to crawl over to him. “Fuck, that's sexy,” he growled.
When Sorcha's mouth wrapped around him, he groaned. He slid a hand into her hair, gripping her braid to guide her movements. “That's it, relax your throat and take me deeper. Use your hand on the rest of my cock and play with my balls with your other hand,” he told her.
Soon his hips were bucking up into her eager mouth. “I'm going to come down that pretty little throat, and you're going to swallow every drop,” he growled moments before he came. He felt Sorcha's throat working around him as she swallowed and he shuddered.
When he stopped coming, he eased her off him. “Fuck, Angel, that was amazing,” he told her. He pulled her up off the floor and onto his lap.
“That was, by far, the most erotic thing I've ever experienced,” Sorcha panted.
“Same,” Finley said from the bed. He'd taken care of the condom while Sorcha was taking care of Zaine. “How did you know I'd follow your orders?” he asked.
“I didn't for sure, but I was hoping you'd take direction to make our girl feel good,” Zaine replied. “You liked when I called you good boy, didn't you?”
“Yeah, I did,” Finley admitted. “I don't think I'd like it from anyone else though.”
“That's because we all have a connection,” Zaine said and kissed Sorcha’s temple.
“I think Zaine's right. If someone else tried to order me around, I'd tell them to go fuck themselves. Hell, I have told a guy to go fuck himself before for trying to tell me what to do, but when Zaine did it, it was hot,” Sorcha said.
“Well, I vote we curl up in bed together and get some rest,” Finley said with a yawn.
“That sounds like a good plan to me,” Sorcha said and slid off Zaine's lap. She crawled onto the bed next to Finley and patted the bed next to her.
Zaine chuckled and crawled onto the bed with them. He laid on his side and draped an arm over Sorcha where she curled against Finley.
“Goodnight, Angel. Goodnight, Finley,” he said to them.
“Goodnight,” they both replied.
