Amazement at all the sensations pelting me struck me stupid. I couldn’t think or move. Being at Cillian’s and Rowen’s mercy fit me perfectly because when I was alone I was always looking for more, jerking off with porn and a toy in my ass and wishing I had someone to kiss all at the same time. I loved the way Rowen stroked my dick like he wanted me to bust all over his hand. Cillian fucked my mouth like it belonged to him and I was only borrowing it. Tension and need began to twist together in my belly, so powerful they destroyed my ability to do anything but twitch and gasp and try to take breaths while swallowing and avoiding choking.
Cillian pulled out until I only had his fat cockhead on my tongue, and I gave the spot where his foreskin slid underneath the crown all my attention as Rowen fucked me hard enough to bob my head. Rowen ran his fingers through my hair like I was some sort of pet, and those languid strokes on my scalp sent a pleasant streak of heat to dance on my cockhead. I strained into Rowen’s fist, and he stopped, almost as if he could sense that I was close to coming, and he needed to make things worse—or better—depending on how you looked at it. I gasped for breath, then went right back to sucking as the moment where I almost tipped over the edge passed.
“Gotta fuck him better than that,” Cillian said, his voice breathy. “He came once already. Ye gotta win this one. Grab those hips of his and fuck the cum out of his balls. Ye have to do it. He might not be able to get there alone. Ram him.”
I whined as Rowen picked up the pace, shuddering at the way everything felt too good. My balls pulled up close to my body and I wanted to tell Cillian I doubted me coming again would be an issue.
“Oh fuck, angel, are ye all right?”
The sound of a hand meeting skin rang out, and there was a growl from Rowen at my back, but he drilled my ass with more zest. A twinge of pain lanced through my body this time.
“Don’t fecking ask him that.” Cillian’s voice was mean and had my toes curling along with a spike of white-hot heat in my gut. “He’s loving me cock. He’s so hungry for it he has spit running down his chin. He’s gonna have me cream bulging out his cheeks. Stuff him so deep he’s tasting both of us.”
Rowen growled, anchored a hand on my shoulder, and unleashed. I held on to Cillian’s thighs, or I might have been fucked right off the bed. Rowen jolted us. I gasped at the way he speared my asshole apart and accidentally dropped Cillian from my mouth. I tried to go after him, but he was already feeding his cockhead back between my lips. All I had to do was open wide. He groaned as he shoved in far enough that he battered my throat and caused a dull ache there.
“Slap that arse. I want Fallon to hear it. I want him to know what we’re doing in here.” Cillian caressed his fingers along my cheeks before wrapping them behind my neck so he could hold me still, and then he was the one guiding my mouth along his shaft. I did my best to keep my teeth out of the way.
Rowen dropped his hold on my dick, and I whined around Cillian, but then a white-hot heat exploded on my left asscheek. My dick throbbed and I squirmed and couldn’t stop the way I clenched around Rowen’s shaft.
“Again,” Cillian said.
I whined as another painful wave of heat flared in the same spot.
“Put some muscle in it,” Cillian said and laughed.
Rowen hit the same spot again and I couldn’t even breathe. He moved a little and my toes shot out and my muscles clenched as he began to pound my prostate on each stroke.
“That’s it, fuck that’s beautiful,” Cillian gasped out, then his dick swelled in my mouth and his salty spunk coated my tongue. His dick pulsed again and he blasted cum into the back of my throat. I coughed and tried to swallow the next pulse. Cillian stuffed himself deeper into my mouth, and I was forced to swallow around another spurt. For a few seconds, I felt like he was choking me, until he pulled back and I could gasp for air.
“No one told ye to stop.”
Obediently I put my lips around his cockhead again and began a light suction, lapping at him with the tip of my tongue, which got easier to do as he softened. “Be a good bug and hold it. Now, don’t suck this time or ye might not be able to talk for a week. If ye wake the beast ye put it back to bed,” he said with a laugh.
Glancing down, I couldn’t see much of Cillian’s expression, but his tone was satisfied, so I nodded. The way he stared back at me, as if I was doing something special, had me feeling strange but happy. Rowen’s battering of my ass got to me, and I closed my eyes as he buried himself deep and groaned with a shudder. He tried to rut against me but there was nowhere for him to go because he’d already bottomed out, and I was sure he was coming when he did that again, almost like he wanted to crawl inside my body and live there.
And then I felt it. I’d never had anyone fuck me bare before, and the heat of his cum in my ass was subtle, but I couldn’t think about anything else. It was like the glow of a star.
I had Rowen’s cum in my ass.
And I had Cillian’s cum in my mouth and throat and gut.
I was still so hard.
Rowen wrapped his arms around me and let out a small chuckle while Cillian stroked his fingertips along my jaw. I couldn’t move or think or do anything except float. Then Rowen slowly crept his hand down my stomach. I almost sobbed as he began to teasingly stroke me again. I shook my head and shuddered in his arms. He never picked up his pace, only dragged out the sensations. He would tighten his lube-slick fingers around me, then loosen them when I started straining toward coming so I wasn’t able to tip over the edge. He did that so long I started to whimper continually around Cillian’s soft dick.
“Let Rowen make ye feel good. Ye did such a good job,” Cillian whispered. “Ye’re a perfect wee cocksucker.”
Rowen hummed behind me and continued to toy with me until I stopped straining because I was sure this pleasant hell would never end. I relaxed against his body. He wrapped his fist around my dick and jerked me fast. I cried out as heat flared on my cockhead and flashed through my stomach like a sex-punch to dance out along my nerve endings. Cillian didn’t let his dick fall from my mouth as I shivered through my orgasm—that is until Rowen held his coated hand up. Lightning flashed through the window and the thick, slick spot on his palm and fingers from my cum caught the light. I shook my head—I’d never been a fan of my own jizz—but Cillian scooped it out of Rowen’s hand and pulled his dick from my mouth.
“What—”
“Quiet,” Cillian said and slathered his dick in my cum. Then he smiled. “Open wide.”
I shook my head, and he leaned toward me and scowled. “Yes.”
In the end, I wanted his dick back more than I didn’t want my own cum. I listened to him and parted my lips, but not that wide, hoping the cum would get scraped off when he shoved in. He laughed and hooked his thumb in the corner of my mouth, tugging until I opened farther, and then he slipped himself into my mouth, cum and all.
“Suck it,” he said, a deep, satisfied note in his voice.
