Cillian let out a small sound that was halfway between shushing me and approving, while Rowen pressed his groin tight to my ass, as if he couldn’t help himself. His dick firmed and stretched me wider, and I moaned. Cillian growled and tilted his hips toward my mouth, but Rowen grabbed my hair tight in his fist, almost like he was warning me not to actually suck. I let out a whine, and Cillian laughed.
“Napping, bug. Trust me, ye want me to regain my strength.”
The room was dark, so I suspected soon we’d just be sleeping, and I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Huffing, I squeezed around Rowen again, and he chuckled, his fingers flexing where they were tangled with mine. I liked the feel of the dick in my mouth. Cillian had swelled up some since he’d first fed his dick to me, but he wasn’t anywhere close to hard—when he was ready to fuck, he would be able to choke me without much effort. I liked that Cillian’s and Rowen’s dicks weren’t so large that I had to worry about not being able to figure out how to do what would make them feel good.
Rowen pumped his hips, and I whimpered. His dick sliding in and out of me hurt a little, but not enough to have me saying anything to him. He hadn’t used more lube when he’d pushed back into me after he’d softened, and now that he was firmer.... I didn’t want him to leave my ass enough to make a big deal about the small pain. I sucked harder on Cillian to keep my mind off the twinges and his dick jumped in my mouth.
When I lifted my head to stare along Cillian’s body, I had trouble seeing his face because of the shadows in the room. He seemed dangerous and my heart hammered faster. Outside a low rumble of thunder had me stilling before I sucked, ending each bob of my head with long strokes of my tongue on the underside of his dick. A few moments later the patter of rain on the windows had me melting deeper into this hedonistic fantasyland Cillian and Rowen were creating with me between them.
“Are ye okay, angel?” Rowen whispered in my ear.
I nodded. Rowen ran a finger around my lips and sighed. I sucked Cillian faster, popped almost all the way off to swirl my tongue underneath his foreskin. I swallowed some spit and my throat ached a bit, probably from having him shoved against the back of it earlier while I was still trying to figure out how to swallow him down. I’d never had anyone treat me the way he had then—or was now, for that matter.
I ached in good and bad ways from leftover injuries and using my muscles during sex, but I was also pleasantly exhausted from coming. My body was a tornado of sensation and I loved it—even the pain.
Rowen pumped his hips again, and I pulled Cillian as far into my mouth as I could. He was starting to stretch my lips, and it was thrilling to feel him grow against my tongue. Cillian groaned and laughed. “Ye’re supposed to be napping, ye naughty wee bug.” He tickled his fingers along my jaw, though, and didn’t sound mad at all.
“Mm.” I kept going and was soon dealing with Cillian’s rock-hard dick, but unlike earlier, he seemed content to let me hold it in my mouth and bob lightly along the shaft. Every once in a while I stopped to swirl my tongue around the head. He let out a gasp like I’d surprised him when I lapped at the piece of sensitive flesh that connected his foreskin to the underside of his dick. I put my lips around his frenulum and flicked it with the tip of my tongue.
Rowen leaned up and rested his cheek against mine, and I glanced down to see Cillian staring at us. There was a moment of dead silence where none of us said anything while I continued to work my tongue over him, but then Cillian smirked and slapped Rowen lightly on the asscheek.
“Ye hard?”
“Yeah,” he breathed out.
Cillian grunted and rested his head back on the pillow with his eyes closed. I sucked on his cockhead, wanting more reactions from him, needing more of everything we were doing. I got another burst of precum in my mouth and whined. I snuck my hand down to grab my dick, and Rowen intercepted me and curled his fingers through mine, forcing my palm to rest against my stomach.
“There’s two of us. We’ll take care of ye.” He sucked lightly on my earlobe and heat streaked to the root of my dick. I swore I could feel the cum begging to be pumped from my balls. It was such an odd sensation, and I tilted my head so Rowen could do it again, but he only dragged his teeth along my neck.
“Plus, I didn’t say ye could,” Cillian murmured sternly. He leaned up to look at me and his eyes glittered in the dark. Thunder rolled and lightning cut the shadows in the room. My heart raced faster as I caught a glimpse of his intense stare. “The only cocks ye worry about satisfying are Rowen’s and this one,” Cillian said and forcefully shoved his way toward the already abused back of my throat. I sucked on him as best I could. Spit ran out of the corner of my mouth and I couldn’t wipe it off because Rowen had both of my hands trapped in his.
I moaned. It was calming to have the constant direction. There was no need to think. Sucking on Cillian was like fidgeting, only with more meaning. I squeezed around Rowen. He pressed kisses along my shoulder while he pulled his dick out of my hole on a slow slide, then slammed back into me enough to jolt all three of our bodies as the mattress rocked.
“Fuck him harder, Rowen,” Cillian said.
Rowen sucked on my neck and bucked against me, setting up a quick, brutal pace. The pain was more than before and I sucked faster on Cillian, completely abandoning technique to try to choke him down.
How had he figured we would nap this way? Maybe he really hadn’t. I lost the thread of my thoughts as Rowen snapped his hips faster. My breath caught, and Rowen hissed as he pulled out of me entirely. He let go of my hand on my stomach but patted it, as if to warn me not to go after my hard-on again. I whined, but he rubbed at my ass. “Damn it, I think I got him a wee bit. It’s rough going. Ye have to say if ye’re in pain, angel, ye hear?” Rowen said and smacked his palm on my asscheek with enough force that it stung. I nodded.
“Blood on yer cock?” Cillian asked, like that was nothing. I stopped sucking him and glanced down. He smiled and shushed me. Rowen fucking me hadn’t feltthatbad.
“Not enough light to tell, but if there is, it’s nothing much. Not worried about it, but the lube?”
Cillian passed a bottle to him, and I tried to ignore the idea that maybe I’d been fucked raw. Oddly, the notion that they wanted me enough to fuck me till I was a mess had my dick throbbing and my toes wriggling into the bedding in excitement. I’d never been used by anyone this way, lounging around and committing hours of time to someone else’s pleasure. There had never been a chance for me to have so much sex I might get injured or need a break. I jerked off a lot when I worked at home because it felt good, and for a while after coming the exhaustion let me concentrate better, but I’d never done anything like this extended time in bed.
Rowen pressed his cockhead to my hole and teased at my rim, smearing cool lube there. With one shove, he had a slick, easy slide into my body. There wasn’t any pain or friction. I trembled as he nudged past my prostate and sent a shock of pleasure from deep inside my body to rocket upward through the root of my dick.
Then Rowen’s slick hand was on my hard-on. My mind blanked and I trembled as he stroked me. Frantically I sucked Cillian.
“That’s it, Rowen. Spread those peachy cheeks wider. Really feck him. Get in there as far as ye can. Slap his balls with yers. Don’t be afraid. Make that arse yers.” Cillian’s growled orders had Rowen shivering against my back, and I hummed. Cillian sucked in a deep breath.
Rowen growled out, “I’ll hurt him.”
“Feck that. Ye won’t. Look at him worship me cock like a good wee slut. Ye’re so good, bug. I see ye trying so hard to eat me up. Ye’re struggling but trying.” Cillian almost sounded like a lover, and something strange had my chest feeling light.
Rowen grunted and fucked me harder, drops of his hot sweat hitting my skin. I let go of Cillian and glanced over my shoulder at him. Thunder shook the house and lightning lit him up. There was something wild in his eyes that hadn’t been there earlier. Cillian jerked my face back around and stuffed his dick deep in my mouth while Rowen stroked me faster. I had trouble catching my breath around the flesh that kept jabbing back to block my airway. Cillian wasn’t thrusting into my mouth, but I was trying to force myself down on him in time to Rowen’s hips knocking against mine.
“Ye love this, don’t ye?” Cillian kissed my hip. “Let Rowen know how much ye love being between us,” he growled. His hard tone had me moaning like my life depended on it, ten times louder than a porn star. Rowen’s arms convulsed around me and he pushed deep into my ass.
