I chuckled. “A while.”
“I’ll be careful,” he said in a rush, gaze darting to my arm in the sling. “Will you be okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
I gave him a pointed look, and he laughed. “Vail, baby, fuck me like we fuck you.”
He shook his head. “No, I’ll be gentle. I won’t hurt you.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he shushed me. “I’min charge this time. So, sit back and enjoy the ride.”
My body relaxed a bit at the confidence he exuded. Maybe I had been a tad worried. I saluted him with my good hand. “Yes, sir.”
He raised his hand as though he was about to slap me on the stomach before he remembered I was injured and dropped it again. He poured some lube onto his fingers and took his time stretching me. As far as I was concerned, he was taking too long and too much care because all I wanted was some more pain with the pleasure. My cock felt like it was about to explode and he hadn’t entered me with anything but his fingers. The serious concentration on his face was adorable and it took all my effort not to laugh.
When he was finally happy enough with how stretched I was, he lined himself up to my hole. His cock wasn’t as big as mine, but I never liked a huge log in my ass anyway. Just big enough for the burning sensation was fine with me.
“Are you—”
I pinched his nipple hard, and he gasped and slapped at his chest. He gave me wide eyes in response. “Fuck me or I’ll roll you over and fuckyouagain.”
He didn’t look like he’d mind me doing that, but he finally pushed himself inside me. The stretch was the taste of pain I wanted and craved as he shoved in a little too slow. I angled my hips and did my best to open my body for him, and we both gasped.
“Oh fuck.” When he was buried balls deep, he threw his head back, rocking forward. The length of his neck looked beautiful like this, a pale column of skin my mouth watered for. I wanted to leave my marks on him, but with the bruises and fucked-up arm, I had no chance of reaching him. “Your body is so... ungh. You’re hot. Perfect.”
“Move, sweetheart.” I pitched back toward him slightly but had to stop when my ribs twinged. “Fuck me.”
He grabbed my thighs, fingernails digging into my skin, and started to roll his hips. Vail didn’t fuck hard—he took his time. The thrusts were careful but enough I felt every inch of his cock each time he slid in and out of me. The head of his cock hit my prostate a few times and it was a burst of fireworks behind my closed eyes. Between the agony of my bruised and battered body and the pleasure from his cock, I was in heaven.
I grabbed my hard-on and jerked off in time with his thrusts. My balls were so tight they throbbed like they were going to pop, and it wasn’t long before the pressure had reached boiling point and erupted. My cock jerked, cum splattering across my abs, some catching the bruises on my chest.
Vail pumped a few more times into me before he groaned loudly, his body trembling through an orgasm that had him filling me up. His release was scalding and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt thisfuckinggood. It was perfect.
Vail shuddered harder, pressing his hands into the blankets beside me and fisting them. “Oh fuck. Oh. Oh.” He thrust into my body a few more times. “Oh, oh,oh.”
I’d never seen anyone orgasm like that, his face contorted in pure bliss, and I was addicted. I wanted to see it again.
He pulled out of me and went to move to the side, but I grabbed him, yanking him on top of me. Protests left his mouth, and I shushed him with a hard kiss.
“You’re worth the pain,” I whispered, cuddling him against my left side, away from my arm so the cast didn’t hurt him. I had trouble breathing with the pain in my ribs but wanted him close.
His smile made me melt. “Why are you guys so amazing to me? Mm. I get why everyone likes fucking me so much now.”
“Because we found you, and now we’re keeping you.” I laid a kiss on his forehead.
We must have fallen asleep again because when I opened my eyes the other three guys were standing near the bed, staring down at us. I yawned, my jaw cracking, as I gazed up at Cillian. He was covered in blood, the redness stark against his pale skin. Aspen was cleaner, but that wasn’t unusual. Cillian enjoyed torture that involved making the other person bleed.
Vail jerked awake, as though he felt their presence, and blinked up at them. “Oh.” His eyes widened. “Cillian, are you—”
“I’m not hurt,” he grunted out, “but come help me shower?”
Vail glanced at me, and I nudged him, telling him with a simple action I’d be fine. He slipped out of bed, naked and unashamed, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the slender lines of his body. Rowen and Aspen did the same as Cillian led him into the adjoining bathroom.
“Ye all right?” Rowen stepped to the bed and helped me stand, which was unusual but not horrible. I couldn’t remember the last time any of these guys cared.
“Is whoever’s blood that is dead?” I asked, nodding at Rowen in thanks once I was on my feet. My body ached worse than before. When I got down to the kitchen, I’d find some regular painkillers.
“Yeah. The body’s gone, too.” Aspen gavemybody a slow perusal that sent a hot shiver down my spine and had me holding my breath before he stepped back and turned, leaving the room. I watched his retreating form and shrugged before wincing in pain.
“Come on, get some clothes on,eejit. We got a phone call from Padraig when he couldn’t get ahold of ye. He and Grady are coming around,” Rowen said with a frown.
“What? Why?” My questions came out sharper than I’d meant because it wasn’t often Padraig came to see me. As far as he was concerned, I was only blood and nothing more. Everything I did was wrong, and I could write a list of things he disliked about me. Being atheist was one of them. I only went to church with Rowen to check out the hot priest. Rowen took religion a lot more seriously than most people did.
