I fucked between his lips hard and fast, and he gagged and choked with every thrust. Between Rowen in his arse and me in his mouth, he was full on both ends, and I fucking loved it. I sent Rowen a grin, and he returned it.
Vail slapped my thigh, but I didn’t go easy on him. I wanted my cum filling his belly. He whimpered and moaned as we used him in every way possible. He was two holes, and we weren’t shy about fucking him. Even Rowen, the sweet angel he was, had Vail pressed against the bed as he destroyed his arse. I was almost proud of him—almost.
A few more thrusts and Rowen was moaning and gluing his chest to Vail’s back while kissing his shoulder as he shuddered through his release. I wasn’t far behind him. Between the earlier torture of Reed and now this sweet mouth on me, I was ready to lose control.
One—two—three thrusts inside his wet warmth, and I was filling Vail’s throat, my spunk shooting between his wrecked lips. I grunted as my balls emptied, then pulled out of him. My jeans were wet around the zipper from his spit, and my cock was just as drenched.
He panted, eyes watery and mouth very bruised as he wiped the back of his hand across it.
I laughed and kissed his puffy lips.Sweet. So very sweet.I stood from the bed and shed myself of my clothing, every last piece until I was naked. Vail’s gaze followed me hungrily.
“Do ye want to come?” Rowen asked as he slid out of Vail and got rid of the condom in the rubbish bin.
Vail pushed himself up off the bed, and the wet spot he’d left on the blanket said that had already happened. He smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck. “Um, I’m fine.”
Chuckling, I grabbed his hand and helped him from the bed. I dragged the blanket off and dumped it on the floor. We had a cleaning woman who came in every few days who could wash it.
He yawned, and I smirked at him.
Wincing, he said, “Sorry, I’ve had a big day. Did Rowen tell you that the man who attacked me is dead? It was so strange how it happened. Wait, did you tell me how you knew about my research? The whole break-in was very weird. I don’t think—”
I wrapped my arm around his waist and dragged him to me, slamming my lips against his in a rough kiss. He moaned, melting into my arms. “I want to sleep with me cock in yer mouth,” I murmured.
His pretty lips popped open and I played my finger over a small cut on the bottom one. “Oh.”
Rowen came up to us, a frown on his face.
“What do ye say? Me in yer mouth and Rowen in yer arse. Perfect way to sleep, if ye ask me. Bare. Just our skin.”
“Without a condom?” he murmured carefully. A thoughtful expression flitted across his face before he nodded. “I suppose. I’m on PrEP. It’s not one-hundred-percent effective, but I accept the risk. I know I remembered to take it today.”
I winked at him, and he smiled, stealing my breath. Fuck, I wasn’t sure how we were going to tell Sloan, but we had no choice. Now the research was out there and we needed to find out who had taken it. That meant getting the best men on the job. We weren’t them. We were good at torturing, not tracking. I didn’t want anything to happen to Vail, though. I hated how easily he’d wormed his way through my walls. It was more than lust and sex now. I wanted to know more about him, spend a night with him to listen to where his mind took him every day. Who was this man?
After I turned off the light, I guided Vail to the bed, lifted the top sheet, and arranged him on the mattress in the exact middle. Facing the opposite direction, with my feet the same way as his head, I wrapped my fingers around the base of my soft cock and placed it at his mouth. He opened obediently, sucking me into the warm cavern, and I tapped my toes on the headboard.
Rowen passed me a pillow, then got onto the bed at Vail’s back, facing in the same direction as Vail. I watched him guide his half-hard cock inside Vail’s arse, and they both moaned as he pushed himself home. It wasn’t easy, but they got there.
“Ye ever been bare inside someone before?” I asked over Vail’s legs.
Rowen glared at me, and I knew that was his answer.
Laughing, I tickled my fingers over Vail’s thigh. “Sleep, firebug. We’ll talk more later.”
He slurped on my cock. Such a sweet bug.
12
VAIL
The thousand-and-one questionsswirling in my mind came to a standstill every time I sucked on Cillian and rolled his soft dick across my tongue, so an odd sort of rhythm started between us. I would think about all the research I’d lost and a blind panic would try to crack me in two. After a few seconds of being on the verge of implosion, I would draw on his dick and lap my tongue over his slit, pulling a small remnant of cum from him. Or maybe it was precum, I wasn’t sure. The flavor would hit my tongue and dazzle me, completely catapulting the anxiety out of my head.
Then he plumped up.
All I could concentrate on was the dick in my mouth, a technicolor experience of taste and sensations to explore. As I spiraled into a pit of frantic bliss, my hard-on perked up again. Rowen felt good lodged in my ass, waiting to be hard. All three of us were poised to begin something but hadn’t started yet. A strange energy boiled in my belly, something like waiting for presents on Christmas morning. It was an odd comfort to know I couldn’t go anywhere right now and wasn’t responsible for anything except how good I made Cillian and Rowen feel.
Then the panic over my lost notes—nearly a year’s worth of work—would start again, and I would suck again. Another taste, another wonderful moment of focusing on these two men. I stretched my arm up to rest my hand on Cillian’s hip in order to try to anchor myself more firmly in the here and now. His skin was silkier than I remembered as I played my fingertips over the barely rounded flesh and along the top of his Adonis belt. Rowen slid his hand over my bicep and forearm until he could entangle our fingers. We rested our hands on Cillian’s abs, and it gave me a dirty thrill to see them so close. I knew they weren’t brothers by blood, but it must be strange for them to be touching right now.
Rowen worked his fingers into the longer hair on the top of my head and I loved the weight of his hand. Part of me expected him to pull the strands, but he only massaged my scalp. I didn’t always get jittery physically—a lot of what happened to me with my ADHD day-to-day was in my head, not outside of it—but it was nice to sort of have a reason to stay still and only do one thing. I rolled Cillian’s cockhead on my tongue and tested my limits by squeezing my hole around Rowen’s dick.
