“Take off yer pants,” I whispered into Vail’s ear, tracing the curve of the shell with my tongue. “Let me see how gorgeous ye are.”
Vail shivered and gave me a sweet smile, licking his lips to wet them. His hands went to the button of his suit pants, and he undid it before slipping them off his hips along with his briefs, giving Cillian and I a show of how truly beautiful he was. Skin as fair as snow, he was flawless, with long legs, sinewy muscles, and a cock that curved slightly to the left. He was cut, like most American men, which I loved.
His gaze switched to Cillian, as though searching for praise, and Cillian made a sound of approval—a growl deep in his throat.
“What do ye want, darlin’?” I asked, truly wanting an answer. I’d never been rough like Cillian. If I’d been him, I would’ve thrown Vail onto the bed and fucked into him with little prep. That wasn’t my style.
“You.” He backed up until his arse fell on the bed, then dragged himself farther onto it and sat in the very center. He looked small on the large bed, but so very perfect, like he was always meant to be there.
“Aye, ye can have me.” I shoved my pants and boxers down, slipping off my shoes and socks as I went. I took my shirt off last. When I was standing naked in front of Vail, I let him stare all he wanted. He ate me up with his gaze like a starving man, mouth working into anO,and slipped his tongue out to wet his lips again. He spread his legs on the bed and wrapped his hand around himself before letting go as though he thought better of it.
Sliding on the mattress beside Vail, I grazed my palm over the inside of his knee, listening to the quiet, sharp inhale of his breath. He fell back against the pillows at his head and spread his legs wider.
I settled between his knees and rubbed my hands down his thighs, eliciting goose bumps over his creamy skin. His legs were lightly furred with blond hair, but overall, he didn’t have much body hair, and I couldn’t tell if he waxed or if it was natural.
“Have ye done this before?” I asked quietly, afraid to know the answer. A part of me hoped he was a virgin, that I would be his first, but I wasn’t that stupid. Vail was a looker, and any man who passed him up was aneejit.
“Yes.... It’s been almost two years, though.” His cheeks flamed bright red, and he ducked his head as though he didn’t want to look at me. I cupped his face so he had no choice but to meet my gaze and kissed him firmly on the mouth.
“Ye’re special, did ye know that?”
“You don’t know me.” He rolled his lips into his mouth, the red tint on his face darkening. An angel had nothing on how sweet and innocent he was. “I could be part of the Irish mob.”
I laughed at the irony of his words, and so did Cillian. It wasn’t in our plans to divulge who we were to Vail because that wasn’t something you could throw around, especially not to a lecturer who specialized in organized crime. “I doubt that, sweet pea.”
“Why?” He’d obviously been distracted by our discussion because he sat up on his elbows like he was about to spend the time arguing with me, and that wouldn’t do. I wanted him on his back begging for my cock, not entering a discussion. “I could be.”
“Ye’re too wholesome.” I pressed my forehead against his and brushed my mouth to the corner of his lips. He tilted his chin up, chasing me for kisses, but I pulled back. “To be in the Irish mob, ye need to be cunning and cruel. Willing to take a life. Ye’re not like that, I can tell already.”
“I....” His brows furrowed in thought, and then he nodded. “You’re right.”
Cillian snorted where he sat in the armchair. “That’s not how ye fuck someone, Rowen. No wonder ye don’t get laid often. Shut his mouth with yer wee cock.”
“He doesn’t have a small dick,” Vail argued, frowning over my shoulder and shoving at me so he could sit up and debate his point, but I didn’t budge. He had no choice except to narrow his eyes at Cillian from where he lay. “Actually, he’s above average. His penis width is larger than average also.”
I laughed and cradled his face again. “While I appreciate ye defending me, sweet pea, theeejitwasn’t calling me cock small. We’re Irish, we like to add ‘wee’ in front of things sometimes, no matter the size.”
“He’s smaller than me, though,” Cillian said with a snicker. “And I don’t waste no time talking. I fuck hard and rough. Want to find out, firebug?”
“I....” He shuddered and nodded, then shook his head like he couldn’t quite make up his mind.
“Why ye calling him firebug?” I asked. Cillian never gaveanyonenicknames, even me. While the rest of his family called me Ro, he never bothered. I’d always been Rowen to him.
Cillian smirked and waved his hand toward Vail. “Because he’s fiery and he’s as small as a bug. Firebug.”
“I’m not small.” He glared at Cillian and went to roll off the bed. The only thing stopping him was me between his legs. “I’ll have you know I’m—”
I slammed my lips against his again to shut him up, and his eyes rolled back. He moaned, curling his arms around my neck and dragging me closer so our cocks rubbed against each other. With my chest pressed to his, I yanked him up until I was sitting back on my knees and he was in my lap. “Now’s the time to be shushing up, sweet pea. Let me take care of ye, aye?”
He nodded, gaze clouded with desire as he held on to me a wee bit tighter. His lips were perfectly cherry red and swollen from our kisses and I wanted to see them wrapped around my cock again. But I needed to be inside his arse more than anything, especially with Cillian watching from the background. He’d fucked more people than I could ever hope to, but not because of any reason other than he took sex less seriously than I did. When I fucked someone, I wanted to be with them in more than a one-night capacity. Another difference between us. Sex was as unimportant to Cillian as taking a piss. It was a habit.
“Get the lube, Cillian,” I ordered as I laid Vail on his back on the bed again.
If he was annoyed by me telling him what to do, he didn’t show it. To my surprise, he did exactly what I’d told him to do and walked to the bedside cabinet and jerked open the top drawer. By the time he got to the third drawer, irritation twisted his face. He threw the bottle at me along with the condoms, and I caught them.
“I’m shocked ye have any at all. Ye don’t get laid enough.” He smirked at me and this time didn’t return to the chair. He sat on the edge of the bed instead, his hip near Vail’s head. “If ye don’t get a move on, I’ll take over.”
I snorted and flipped open the lid of the lube. “I don’t need ye tellin’ me how to fuck someone.” Squeezing a generous amount of liquid onto my fingers, I smirked at him. “I’m about to show ye how to make love to a man.”
