“Suck me, angel. I saw the beating yer poor hole took, and I want your lips on me instead.”
“Love it and you know it,” I whispered. He tugged my bottom lip, and I opened wide.
He grinned in a way that reminded me a hell of a lot of Cillian before he moved to lay his head on a pillow and stuffed his dick between my lips. I was in heaven with something to suck on. One of my favorite things to do in the whole world was sleep snuggled up in Rowen’s arms, and Cillian had gotten used to dragging pillows into odd spots on the bed so he could make it easier for me to suck him while I slept. Now was no different.
Rowen curled himself into a semicircle, and I slid my lips along his hard shaft, enjoying the burst of salty musk from his cockhead. I liked to play with his foreskin so I could get tasty droplets before they were lost, but if I did it too long he would start to hiss and squirm—I loved it. The foreskin seemed to mean he and Cillian were extremely sensitive to overstimulation, and on some level I was jealous.
Cillian crawled up the bed. Anticipation stabbed through me because I hoped I knew what was coming next. Rowen pulled his hips back so Cillian could kiss me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, but he shoved his tongue deep in my mouth. I tasted my own musk—salty and a flavor faintly like unsweetened caramel—and spunk. Aspen’s cum was rich in my mouth and I knew it was his. Cillian sat back and stared at me. “Swallow,” he demanded, and I did without thought.
He moaned.
Rowen was fast to stuff his dick back between my lips.
I tried to spread my legs wider because I hoped they weren’t done, and I was right. Cillian stripped in record speed, and not long later he plowed his slick dick into my hole and rode me like I’d done something to upset him. He didn’t like it when I didn’t come as he fucked me, or at least, I’d decided it seemed to tweak his pride. Normally it wasn’t difficult to wring out a second orgasm, but I’d just had a lot of things happen all at once.
Flinching through the painful pleasure of him jerking off my half-hard dick, I helped him as he raised my legs over his shoulders and bent me until his face was inches from mine. Cillian’s cheeks ran red. He forced me forward until my back was on the verge of cramping, and then he did it—he smashed into that spot Aspen had found so easily without trying. I squeezed on Cillian, my dick hard and nearly poking my own face at the angle he’d twisted me into, and he growled.
“Ye were mine first and now ye’re going to come best for me, firebug. Ye understand? Ye’re prettiest when ye’re coming onmycock.” He fucked me harder and faster and soon that sensation started to curl in my stomach. It was so good when I’d had one orgasm and was driven toward another. Sometimes it got to be too much and was almost a torment more than a pleasure, but right now I was flying high. I sucked harder on Rowen, then pulled back to tease the tip of my tongue along his slit.
“Ye okay, angel?” he asked.
Feeling dazed, I worked my sore jaw to try to get rid of the pain that had been steadily growing there. “I want you to fuck me, too. I want you all to fuck me tonight. I want... I want all of you to come in me. Then I want Cillian to feed it to me. I want to taste that.”
Cillian growled and fucked harder and faster, and Rowen smirked while he toyed with my hair.
I was going to like this arrangement with all four of us.
For a while I felt like I blacked out. I closed my eyes and waves of warmth washed through my body—not anything like a true orgasm, simply a muscle burn similar to a runner’s high from all the straining and rocking of my body. Cillian let out a tiny high-pitched sound I’d come to associate with him coming, and sure enough, he buried himself deep, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and held me close as he filled my ass with his jizz.
The bed shifted and Aspen took Cillian’s place. I loved the switch-off because yes, something about his dick—maybe it was just a little more curved—battered my prostate perfectly. He stared into my eyes and kissed me until he was finished for the second time, and by that point my dick was straining and leaking again. I shifted restlessly as Rowen, with his sweet, caring smile, took his turn between my legs. He rolled me to my side so my head rested on his arm and pulled my thigh high on his waist so we could have a slow, lazy fuck.
“Don’t pout,” he said with a laugh, and I held on to him tight, far beyond talking. I kissed him this time because I needed to have his lips on me. The tension coiled in my stomach and had me rocking faster and faster with Rowen.
“Don’t take him over,” Cillian demanded, and I cried out in irritation as a hand slithered between our bodies and a firm pinch at the base of my dick forced me away from the edge.
“Why?” I glared at him.
“Shh,” he said on a laugh, sliding in beside me to hold me with his chest pressed to my back.
Rowen hummed and fucked me but shifted position until his dick wasn’t such a firm rub on my prostate, more a tease.
“When did you two learn this much about me,” I grumbled, and they grinned at each other. Soon Rowen’s face was ruddy, and he flushed pink from his chest up to his ears and fucked me faster.
“Angel, I’m sorry, but I like seeing ye needy, too,” he said with a small, satisfied smile and pumped his cum deep in my ass.
“Fallon, get yer arse over here and make up for that poor first showing,” Cillian demanded as Rowen eased from my asshole.
“Be nice, he was good,” I murmured at Cillian. “Maybe he doesn’t like an audience.”
Aspen’s deep laughter rumbled nearby, and when I opened my eyes, Fallon was flipping everyone off. Cillian slid his dick effortlessly into my hole, and I whimpered. Fallon’s eyes lit up. I grasped Cillian’s hands on my hips as he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. His muscular body under my back held me up like I was on a display table and a thrill raced through me as I became the focus of attention with my hard cock exposed to everyone in the room. I’d watched enough porn to know exactly where this was going. “I’m not sure about taking two of you. I haven’t before.”
He hummed, and Rowen’s concerned face came into view over Fallon’s shoulder as he leaned down to rest his palms on either side of me. “Ye don’t have to do anything ye don’t want.”
Fallon’s excited smile sold me on the idea, and I snickered as his hair tickled my face. “I really, really want to do this.”
“You know how?” Aspen asked, and I was surprised when he settled down right beside us on the bed. Fallon coated his condom-covered dick with lube, stared between my legs for a few seconds, then added more. I tried not to panic.
“Not really.”
