Fallon leaned up over me and slid his dick around my hole with a frown. It was a weird sensation. Cillian let out a pleasant rumble into my ear.
“How in the hell will I ever get in?” Fallon’s brow furrowed.
“That’s what I’m saying,” I mumbled, all my focus fixated on my hole. The entire universe was so clear right now, after coming and coming. My mind felt empty and blank in a way it almost never was any other time. Aspen smiled at me and ran a gentle hand over my forehead.
“Relax.”
Nodding, I tried to do as he said. Aspen leaned closer and eased two lubed fingers into my hole. Cillian shifted underneath me. My gut warmed at how good this must feel for him. “Come here, Fallon,” Aspen murmured.
He frowned. “Okay, can you work him wider?”
“He’ll stretch with you, come on. Trust me.”
Their low chatter faded away as Fallon tried to fuck into my ass. It didn’t seem to be happening, although, at least it wasn’t hurting. I still had a dick in my ass. I relaxed back against Cillian, who ran his hand soothingly over my stomach.
“Ye’ll love this, firebug. It’ll smash yer spot hard. Ye’ll come buckets. Then I’ll make ye eat so much cum ye’ll be tasting it for weeks.”
“They say avocados taste like cum. Probably why I love them.”
Fallon laughed, then the sensation of my body opening up and taking more than I’d ever had inside me stole my breath. Fallon’s eyes were wide and excited and his lips turned down in a grimace like he was in horrible pain as he pushed forward into my body and filled me. Cillian grumbled from underneath and his grip on me tightened.
“Holy fuck, it’s so tight, I want to come. I want to—fuck,” Fallon muttered, his eyes rolling up under his lids as if he was ready to pass out.
“Don’t ye dare,” Cillian said, sounding like he was ready to murder. “Ye get Vail off first. It won’t take much. Hold yer nut juice for three fecking minutes, yeeejit.”
He nodded and didn’t even snark back at Cillian as he barely rocked his hips. He panted and bit the inside of his cheek. The first time he bumped over my gland on his way to stuffing himself completely in me I slapped my hands over my face and couldn’t breathe. The sharp wave of heat that rolled my insides was the same as when Rowen had fucked me once for forty-five minutes straight. It was a drawn-out, fluttery fever that tingled through my whole body, and when he pulled out the same thing happened.
I grasped Fallon’s corded biceps and gritted my teeth as he set up a slow, steady rhythm I was certain was killing us both. Fallon stared at me like I was a miracle, and I thought maybe I looked the same way.
“Faster, faster, now,” I whispered.
He grinned and did as I asked.
Cillian whimpered. “Aspen’s better at this,” he said, sounding positively evil. “Jus’ so ye know.”
Fallon growled, and instead of sticking with an easy pace he fucked faster. There wasn’t enough lube and it twinged, but I didn’t want him to stop because that magical wave of heat inside me was twisting together in my stomach and sizzling toward something that made me feel like I was going to fly apart at the seams.
A warm mouth closed over one of my nipples and a different one slipped over my cockhead. I opened my mouth to yell but didn’t let out a sound. I couldn’t make sense of all the things happening in my body. Heat rushed me from deep in the root of my dick and danced on the tip of my cockhead. All at once the electricity sizzling in my blood exploded, like a lightning strike from both sides of my dick meeting in my groin. My muscles trembled. I panted, and cum sprayed from my dick, only to be quickly swallowed.
“Too much, it’s too much,” I sobbed out, but none of them stopped and the terrible pleasure kept going, drawn-out and wonderful and almost a punishment the longer it went on.
For a while I wasn’t aware of what was happening around me, but when I started to keep time with the rest of the world again, Cillian’s tongue was deep in my asshole. Rowen was cuddling me close to his chest while Aspen rubbed a hand on my stomach, staring intensely at Cillian as he worked. The heat and warmth were amazing on my abused hole, and Cillian seemed to be trying to scrape my insides with his tongue.
When Cillian sat back, his cheeks were slick with spit and who knew what else. He crawled up the bed like an animal, his body a sinewy ripple of muscles, and lay on top of me. The weight on my relaxed body felt good. He grabbed my chin between two fingers, tightened his grip until it was almost painful, and pulled down my chin. The wildness in his gaze had me curling my toes against the bedding as he jammed his tongue into my mouth. I swore I could taste a sweetness mixed in with all the other musk and juices. I moaned and Cillian knocked his forehead against mine, grinning at me.
“Why is it sweet?” I asked, feeling silly.
“Oh, that would be me. I was wearing a condom, but it might be my sweat.” Fallon flopped on the bed. He cradled his head on his palm and winked. “My body offloads sugar any way it can. I’ve been informed my piss tastes sweet, too. It happens to a lot of diabetics.”
“Someone drank your piss?” I asked.
“Uh....” His face flushed and he laughed. Rowen sighed, and Cillian shook his head.
“Vail’s not doing that,” Aspen said and scowled at him.
Fallon held up his hands and chuckled, and while they were still picking on him, I drifted in Rowen’s arms in a state of pure bliss I’d never achieved before in my life. “Can I really have this every day?”
Cillian let out a rumbling, thinking sound. “Probably can’t use yer hole with two of us like that every day, but I don’t see why not. Might get to be a bit much.”
