“Oh, sweet hell,” Cillian said and shoved his hips forward farther. I choked, and he smiled wider. “Feck, I wanna slap ye, but ye’ve already been punched tonight. Ye just look so fecking good with me cock in yer mouth that I want to remind ye of it. Knock it into yer head and make it stay there. Things seem to slip in and out of yer noggin so easy.” He pulled back, and I gasped and coughed.
“Won’t forget this. Trust me,” I said, voice scratchy from abuse.
He patted my cheek and stood up again. Rowen fucked me with the dildo and licked his lips as he stared at me. I gave him a smile. Cillian moved to my side, stripped off his jeans, and tossed them off the bed.
“Lube,” he said to Rowen, who shoved the dildo deep into me and left it there. First, Rowen handed Cillian a condom. They glared at each other, but Cillian sighed and nodded. I strained up into the Fleshlight as Rowen tossed the lube to Cillian, but Rowen still wouldn’t move it faster. I reached for him, but he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss my knuckles. “No, let us take care of ye.” Then I couldn’t stop myself from staring at Cillian slicking up his very real dick. When I hadn’t been watching, he’d gotten the condom on.
“Enough of that,” Cillian said to Rowen. “I wanted to make sure he was ready to go for me, not get him off that way.”
“But look how pretty he is fucking it,” Rowen said and bent forward to kiss me. His lips were soft on mine and I moaned into them.
There was what sounded like a slap and Rowen pulled back to glare at Cillian. He drew the Fleshlight off me. The sensation was terrible, leaving me cold and exposed to the world.
“No, no, stop.”
Cillian fell to his knees, bouncing us, and pulled the dildo out of my ass nearly at the same time. He tossed it off the bed like he didn’t care about it at all.
“No, don’t stop.”
Cillian hummed. “This’ll be so much better.” He pulled my ass up in the air again with his hands on the bottom of my thighs. Then I didn’t have a chance to say anything because he bent forward and shoved his tongue into my mouth. He let go of one of my thighs and guided his dick into my ass. Thanks to the way I’d been fucked with the dildo, he slid in with zero trouble. Instinct had me wrapping my legs around his waist. I reached up and touched his lips, and he kissed my fingertip.
“Fuck me,” he murmured. “Ye’re right, Rowen. He is fuckin’ tight.”
“Pretty sure you’re fucking me,” I whispered into his ear.
He laughed like I’d said something hilarious, and his shoulders moved with the happy sound. I loved the strong muscle that met his neck, and I ran my mouth along one shoulder, kissing it until I buried my face against his throat and held on to him for dear life. He hammered our bodies together like he thought I might decide to stop and leave any second, and I tightened my thighs around him. I understood the impulse. I was also worried this might be over too soon. When I glanced up, Rowen was on his knees on the floor beside the bed, and I moaned at the unexpected sight of him jacking off with the Fleshlight. He had to have shoved his dick in there the second mine was out of it, and the thought of my precum smearing on him made my insides fluttery and light.
“Mm, I like that,” I murmured.
Cillian glanced over and chuckled. “Now ye’ve been in two holes I’ve fucked.”
Rowen closed his eyes and laughed, but then he snapped them open again and stared at me with a hunger that had me digging my fingers into the muscles of Cillian’s arms. He hoisted my calves over his shoulders and gripped the top of my thighs, slamming hard inside me. Closing my eyes, I whimpered and slid my hand down to stroke myself. I loved jerking off, it was my favorite hobby, and there was no way to keep my hand away from my dick as it smacked against my stomach. The second I had my fingers wrapped around myself, I played with my cockhead and clenched around Cillian, waiting for each stroke because he bashed just right against my prostate. I gave myself an extra-hard squeeze each time he pounded my p-spot, rather than truly jerking myself off. It felt amazing.
“Ye okay?” Rowen asked, voice breathy. I blinked at him. His flushed face was cute. He rested his cheek on the bed near me. I puckered my lips at him, and he laughed, leaning forward to kiss me. Cillian made a low, happy sound. All I could do was nod in answer to Rowen’s question.
Cillian growled, fucking harder into me and using my own weight to lever me against his body.
“Hoist him higher,” Rowen said. Everything felt so fucking good the way we were that I frowned, but Cillian slid closer to me and slipped his hands under my ass, picking up his pace.
Rowen’s face somehow managed to turn a darker shade of pink and he licked his lips, standing and putting a knee on the bed. I wasn’t ready for it when he leaned forward and sucked my dick down. I gasped and bucked into the heat of his mouth, clenching tightly around Cillian’s dick, and his girth felt like it was five times the size it was only seconds ago. Cillian let out a low snarl and grasped the hair on the back of Rowen’s head, bobbing him faster on me while he drove his hips forward hard. Rowen whimpered and fucked into the Fleshlight at the same rhythm as he used to blow me, and I couldn’t take my attention off the way his dick disappeared and reappeared from the hole in the toy. He swirled his tongue on my cockhead, drawing hard on the most sensitive part of my body while Cillian hammered my prostate.
And that was it.
My balls pulled up and felt full and my dick throbbed. I shot cum into Rowen’s mouth. The sensation had my back arching as I cried out, lost entirely in this moment. There was nothing except the pleasure and small bits of pain left over from my beating earlier. My side hurt, my ass ached, my dick kept pulsing, and there was a swell of pleasure from the root of my shaft that started deep in my body and buzzed warmth across my skin.
Rowen moaned and slurped at my cockhead, which was too sensitive now. I gasped and clenched around Cillian again, and him battering into me was far too fucking much as well, but I didn’t want it to end, either. This was all perfect.
Cillian shoved Rowen out of the way, bent me in half, and fucked fast. My ass ached in a strangely pleasant way under the assault, but then he stiffened and buried his dick deep in me. “Oh, I want to come this way every feckin’ day.”
“Ye okay there?” Rowen asked and ran a shaky hand down the side of my face. Cillian grunted and turned to glare at him, but I was surprised when he smiled down at me.
“Can’t believe ye took that after ye came. I’ve had guys make me stop.” He kissed me hard enough to make my lips throb, then pulled out. I was shocked that he was gentle about sliding free of me, but he slapped my hip hard, as if to make up for it. “Good workout.” He winked at Rowen and rolled off the other side of the bed to stretch the same way I often did after a run.
I was exhausted.
Ihadn’tgone running.
This was fucking phenomenal. I was never this relaxed without the gym. I luxuriated against the bed and laughed because I felt that fucking good. Rowen climbed onto the bed beside me, and I was happy as he laid a kiss on my forehead. I stretched, and when Rowen slipped an arm around my waist, I closed my eyes and laughed again.
