A frown crossed Rowen’s face, but it softened, and he caressed his hand over my forehead. “Ye want to feel good?”
“Stop that shite,” Cillian said and slapped Rowen’s arm. Then he picked up the Fleshlight. I felt needy and almost awkward with how bad I wanted this, even though I’d already gotten off. Cillian bent forward and captured my bottom lip between his teeth. The sting hurt enough to have me trying to pull away, but he quickly switched to sucking on my bruised flesh, and I whimpered. Dexterous, apparently, Cillian slipped the Fleshlight over my hard-on. The squeeze of the toy was so different from my fist—soft and wet—and I moaned at the tight, slick sensation, nodding my head fast. I fucked up into the toy, legs spread and ass stuffed, feeling exposed and on display.
“Please, yes, that’s so good,” I said on a sigh.
Cillian moved to the side and glared across my body at Rowen. “I said get over here,eejit.” He kept up a steady rhythm on the Fleshlight, and I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands. I reached for Cillian, running my fingers desperately over his muscled abs, and he grinned, leaning down to kiss me again. I cupped his face and whined as the rhythm on the Fleshlight stopped, then started again, but at a slower, more sensual pace. My groin tightened with the need to get off even though I’d already come twice. The pleasure was too much with the dildo stuffed in my ass. But Cillian shoved his tongue in my mouth and the hot invasion was amazing, so I sucked on it. He sat back, smiling from ear to ear.
“Ye like sucking, firebug? Huh?”
“Yeah,” I murmured and ran a hand down his front to the bulge in his pants. There was a low moan from Rowen that had a sharp jolt of pleasure stiffening my dick even more, if that was possible. Cillian went up on his knees, and I bucked into the Fleshlight.
“Yeah, stroke him,” Rowen murmured, snagging my focus. His uncut dick was hard again and standing up against his stomach. The foreskin was such a mystery and I wanted to play with it. I wanted to try to shove the tip of my dick against his like I’d seen in a porn once, so that his foreskin covered mine. I wantedso much. And the incredible sensation of the toy sliding over my dick made all my desires seem more wild and likely to happen. He cut a look between me and Cillian.
“Slow down,” Cillian said, and I whined as Rowen followed his order.
“No....”
“Ye’re not coming too fast,” Cillian said, voice mean. I gasped, and my dick spasmed. I rolled my hips, and Rowen pumped the toy even slower.
“This is torture,” I whispered, but I wasn’t very serious. It was so good. Rowen frowned, but Cillian seemed to understand I didn’t want this to end because he smirked.
“Okay there?” Rowen asked, and I nodded.
Cillian unzipped his jeans, and I moaned as he drew out his dick. There was no underwear to keep him in check, and he was definitely as big as that dildo. Maybe bigger. He stood on the bed, and I sat up a little, but he put his foot on my chest and shoved me back down.
“Stay still.”
“What are ye—”
“Shut up, Rowen,” Cillian snarled. “Ye’re going to kill me wood with yer bullshite. Vail doesn’t mind, do ye?” Cillian carefully settled on the bed with his knees under my armpits. I licked my lips, and he rumbled out an approving sound as I ran my hands along his muscled thighs. Seconds later I had his dick right in front of my lips.
“Been thinkin’ about this ever since this afternoon. This mouth”—he slapped my bottom lip with his cockhead—“is enough to get any man’s blood pumping. Open.”
My heart raced. I stared up at him and his stern expression. I tried to move, just to test out his grip, but couldn’t. He tightened his thighs around my chest, and the smug expression he wore darkened to something nearly scary.
“He’s trying to get away from ye, Cillian. Ye’re being too rough with him.” Rowen shoved at his hip.
“He’s not. I’m not. He likes having me trapped, I think. And I like being here,” I said quickly. But that was all it took for Cillian to push his dick between my lips.
For a second I was stunned, but I loved the salty taste in my mouth and the way he stretched my lips wide as he fed himself deeper. My lip did hurt because it was split, but that sharp pain gave me something else to think about aside from getting off. Rowen had leaned around to watch and let out a sigh that tickled his breath into my ear. There was a dirty thrill from knowing both the men in the room had been in me now—an unusual sex joy.
Cillian pushed forward, and I didn’t have much of a choice except to open my mouth wider. The slow slide of the toy on my dick had me moving my feet all around, but it didn’t matter if I bucked up or not because Rowen didn’t increase his pace. I tried to use my tongue on the underside of Cillian’s shaft, and he grabbed my hair with one hand and held me still as he fucked my mouth.
His cockhead hit the back of my throat and wasn’t very nice. I gagged a little, but he kept going. Somehow he battered my throat a third time and slid down it. I smacked my hands on his legs and panicked, but he didn’t pull back, kept hammering away. Rowen grabbed my hand and said something to Cillian. The dick in my throat eased up and I collected my wits, realized what I needed to do to make this work and tilted my head back. The world spun as I swallowed around him when he smacked the back of my throat again. It still wasn’t great, I couldn’t breathe and it hurt my throat, but he hummed, running a thumb over my cheek.
He smiled down at me.
And I liked that.
“Be nice to him,” Rowen said and punched Cillian hard on the thigh.
“Aye, fucking take it,” he murmured and didn’t back off.
And then the dildo moved. My muscles clenched up at the pleasure as the dildo slid out and back in. Cillian laughed and glanced over his shoulder. My eyes were tearing up and snot dripped out of my nose, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Cillian kept up his lazy pace, rocking in and out of my mouth.
“Yeah, ram him like I’m going to. I just had to try this mouth out.” He turned back to me, and I was surprised by how his smile softened a bit, especially since he didn’t seem to care that he was still making me gag about every third time he hit the back of my throat. “Ye had these sweet lips on Rowen and I didn’t want to miss out.”
“Ye feck. That’s what this is about?” The dildo slammed into me harder and I angled my ass up, moaning.
