My face heated as I tasted myself. Every guy had done it, probably, and I knew the difference between me and him, and maybe that’s why I hadn’t wanted to have my spunk in my mouth. I just wanted his flavor, or maybe Rowen’s if they switched places. But his body tensed everyplace I was touching him while he waited for me to do something, so I sucked him. He moaned, low and guttural, pressing down on the back of my head until my lips touched his pubes. He wasn’t hard anymore, so it wasn’t too bad, and he held me there.
“Don’t move.”
I nodded.
Rowen laughed and kissed underneath my ear. “We never fed ye. Are ye hungry?” He let out a huge yawn.
I shrugged.
“Mm, no idea why, but ye on Cillian’s cock is a special treat,” he whispered, and I wasn’t entirely surprised when he began to pump his hips against me again. He wasn’t fully hard, so not much was happening, but I drifted for a long time, somewhere near sleep, with him doing that and petting my hair. All I could focus on was them and how beyond wonderful they were forcing me to feel.
* * *
The next morningI woke up to Rowen pulling his hard dick out of my ass and it was terrible. I was tender down there and didn’t want him gone, and then his body heat disappeared from where it had been plastered against my back keeping me toasty warm. I whined in frustration, and he snickered and kissed the nape of my neck. Blankets were tossed over me, but they were a poor replacement. He left the room. He must not have closed the bathroom door, either, because I could clearly hear him pissing into water somewhere.
My eyes closed and my mind didn’t take off the way it usually did when I woke up. I drifted, sucking on Cillian’s dick lightly. It was a little disappointing because there were no drops of precum. The flesh between my lips firmed in a pleasant way that made me want to stay in bed all day and suck him. How many times could I get him off? Would he want to fuck me at some point, or would he be happy to have me between his legs until he was dry-firing? But then my eyes snapped open and I panicked.Where is my phone? What time is it? Damn, I can’t be late two days in a row.I let go of Cillian’s dick, and he cupped my cheek, snapping awake as if I’d yelled his name. Light from the hallway spilled in and cut shadows across his face, making him seem even scarier than I already knew he could be.
“What’s wrong?”
“The time?” I asked, but the words were more of a scratchy croak.
“It’s too early for ye to be in a twist about it. Come here,” he murmured and reached down for me. I twisted and crawled up his body, and he dragged me close until my head was pillowed on his chest. He slid his hand down my back to my ass, then between my cheeks. I nuzzled against his neck and sucked in a deep breath when he fingered me.
“Mm, nice and open,” he murmured. The world shifted as he rolled me onto my belly. I rested my head on my crossed arms and relaxed into the inevitable as he squirted lube directly into my ass. Without any more prep, he slid into my body with zero trouble after Rowen being in me all night. My mind was a curious, delicious blank as he pounded me into the mattress until he roared in my ear. I was throbbing and hard but nowhere near coming.
Cillian rolled me onto my back and glared down my front to my straining dick. I hadn’t noticed Rowen returning, and he crawled over the bed between my legs. Cillian and I watched as in one smooth, practiced motion that was so much better than anything I could have pulled off, Rowen swallowed me down. I arched off the bed into his warm heat, and it took only a few bobs of his head before I was shooting down his throat and panting like I’d run a race as I tried to catch my breath. The pleasure hit me so fast and was such a blast of hot prickles that it was almost bad rather than good. Goose bumps rose on my arms and legs and I laughed.
“He didn’t go off like that for me,” Cillian grumped.
Rowen snorted. “Ye’re not exactly the giving sort.”
“I give plenty. My cock, for example.” Cillian cupped himself and rocked his hips at Rowen, who leveled an unimpressed glare on him.
“Yer balls touch me and ye lose ’em.”
“Mm... I liked it all,” I said, and cleared my throat, but apparently my voice was just going to be wrecked today. “Time?”
“Only five,” Rowen whispered into the darkness. “Slide over.” I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I eventually found myself wrapped up between them with Rowen’s leg slung over my hip and my ass pressed against Cillian’s front. I smiled and felt cared for as I drifted back to sleep.
The second time I woke up the sky was gray and my alarm was ringing. I scrambled from between a tangle of arms and legs and found my phone in my pants and turned it off. Next, I snagged my briefs, then snuck off in search of a bathroom. I thought maybe there was one in Rowen’s room but didn’t want to wake him fumbling around to search for it. In the hallway I ran into a conundrum. At the end of the hall on my right was a flight of stairs going up. On my left were the stairs that went to the first floor.
Laughing to myself, I crossed my arms. There must be a bathroom on this floor, but all four doors in the hallway were closed. I let out a sigh of relief when I went across the hall and actually found the door to be cracked open a bit. Inside was a clean-smelling white-tiled bathroom with a huge matching tub, and most importantly, at least according to my bladder, a toilet. After I took care of business and washed my hands, I came out into the hallway to find a very large man who I remembered from the first night I’d been here but hadn’t seen since. He was only in a pair of suit pants that appeared to be spattered with something reddish brown. I tried not to stare, but his wide umber chest was impressive, and the cocky smirk on his soft lips had me blushing. I’d never been like this, had always thought of myself as a one-person man, but it was difficult not to look.
“Good morning,” I whispered and cleared my throat.
“Oh, they got you good,” he said with a deep rumble of a laugh. He straightened up and glanced down my body and my face flushed hot.
“Uh... I suppose.” I couldn’t talk any louder, though. This should make lecturing entertaining.
“All right,” he said, gaze lingering on my mouth. “I get it.”
“What?” I rubbed my neck and tried to clear my throat again, but there was no chasing away the rough use from last night. It would have to heal.
“Why everyone wants to fuck you.”
“Oh, uh... well, um, thank you?” I tried to smile but it felt more like a wince.
Cillian startled me as he came up and wrapped his arms around my waist, dropping a kiss on my cheek. The man’s eyebrows rose as he watched us. “Vail, this is Aspen, if ye don’t remember.”
