“You don’t?”
He shook his head. “Lie down between us.”
He watched me closely. Taking a deep breath as I grabbed my dick so I wouldn’t have it doing anything weird when I lay down, I approached them. Vail didn’t stop rocking, just laid his hands on my back when I positioned myself with my side touching his leaking dick, his muscles rippling as he worked himself on Aspen. I was partially on Aspen’s upper abdomen and chest, but when I settled in, he seemed fine.
“Aspen,” I gasped out, and he ran his hand along my spine toward my ass. It was the ultimate tease to feel Vail moving—be part of their fucking and yet not at the same time. Aspen glided his fingertips, and I moved, trying to get more of his touch.
“You’re so sweet when you’re with me and Vail, but you like being a dirty slut for me and Cillian, don’t you?” he asked, caressing his fingers into my crack. I squirmed; I wasn’t sure what was going on or what he wanted me to say. I shrugged, and he smacked my ass hard enough it jolted my body.
“Yes,” I whispered through the sting. My groin strained and my blood boiled. Why was this so in-fuckin’-credible?
“Did you know I’m somewhat jealous of what they do with you?” Vail murmured, combing his fingers through my hair. “Cillian won’t treat me that way. That’s why I watched. Even when he thinks he’s being rough on me he isn’t, not the way he is with you. I don’t know if I want that or not. I don’t know what it means.”
Aspen hummed. “He’s worried he’ll hurt you, and he knows Fallon can take it.”
“I dare you to tell Cillian he’s worried about something,” I said and snickered.
The next slap to my ass stung so hard I scrabbled for the blankets and held them in my fists. Heat ran through me in a wave that reminded me a fuck of a lot of coming on a dick, and my body got confused. My dick twitched and throbbed as the sensation spiraled into a tight knot in my stomach. I didn’t make a sound and rubbed against Aspen’s soft shirt. Aspen spanked my ass again, and Vail reached up to rub at my left asscheek, making me moan at the strange pleasure pain. It was so good.
“You want to keep pushing your luck?” Aspen asked, and I squirmed against him. I wasn’t sure if I did or not.
“What would be pushing? Me saying that you’re too afraid of Cillian to tell him he worries about things?”
Aspen chuckled and his hand left me for a second, then Vail’s rocking picked up pace and he murmured “yes” to Aspen. I thought what Vail was saying was about their sex until two slick fingers fucked into me with no warning. I dropped my head forward and stuck my ass higher, but Aspen didn’t go any farther.
“Oh, don’t tease him, Aspen, that’s not nice,” Vail said, and he sounded stern, but there was also something else in his tone... like maybe he was enjoying seeing me like this—and that had my cockhead tingling, close to shooting cum. My chest heaved and all I could think about was the stretch of my asshole.
“Are you a smart guy now?” Aspen asked, working his fingers in and out of me but not far enough to hit my prostate.
I shook my head.
“Oh, that’s not good enough,” he murmured. “Vail, my hands are busy. Hit that rosy spot on his right asscheek again.”
Vail rubbed it instead, and I squeezed around Aspen. Vail shifted and his dick, hotter than the rest of his body, rubbed against my side. I bit my lip and fucking loved feeling that he was ready to explode, knowing Aspen was in him, knowing they were both getting close to coming.
“Please?” I asked and tried to rub my dick against Aspen, but he put a hand between my shoulders and knocked me off-balance. I wouldn’t be doing anything except what he allowed. Yeah, I could force myself up and ruin this, but I didn’t want to make anything stop. I wanted him to own this moment. I relaxed against him, and a happy rumble left his chest.
“Oh, now you can be a good boy?”
My heart pounded harder as he fucked his fingers in and pressed against my prostate. Tingling waves streaked through my groin from the inside. It was the best feeling in the world. I loved it. I loved it so fucking much. I trembled and tried to take his fingers deeper. I wanted more.
“Spank him. He needs you to do it, look at him.”
Vail moaned. “Fallon, do you really want it?”
I made myself nod, then a surprisingly hard slap landed on my ass in a spot that stung and burned. I gasped and ground against Aspen, and with a beautiful, drawn-out sound, Vail rocked his hips fast. A burst of liquid streaked across my side and onto my back. Then another. There was a third and fourth one. Vail stopped moving and whimpered, such a sweet sound. I trembled and tried to push back against Aspen’s hand, but he was firmly in control.
“You’re next,” Aspen murmured.
“Yes, thank you,” I said and happily moved back onto my knees when Aspen removed his hand from between my shoulders—but Vail was still enjoying his afterglow and hadn’t climbed off Aspen yet. They kissed, and I wanted to stroke myself, but that’s how I’d ended up not getting fucked in the first place.
Aspen gave me a happy grin and slid his fingers out of me. “Come here, I don’t know if these types of games are for you.”
“What? Why?” I tried not to be offended but couldn’t help it, and he laughed.
“I see you struggling. Vail gives it up so easily.”
“And I don’t?” The snapping jaws of jealousy were back again. I’d never quite felt this way in my life.
