I was shocked when Rowen moaned and a burst of cum hit my tongue. He shoved deeper into my mouth, though nothing like the way Aspen sometimes used me, and I swallowed down his load.
“Good boy,” Aspen whispered in my ear. His weight on my back made me feel like he was the only thing that was keeping me from floating off into space. “I saw how sweet you were for Rowen. You’re a big, bad killer in the ring, but you’re our little cum whore, huh?”
How the hell does he know I love it when he says that?I’d hate the nastiness from Vail, but from him, those filthy fucking words were magic. I clenched around their dicks, and Vail whimpered underneath me and stiffened, gasping. Aspen was still fucking me, but the heat was unmistakable; Vail had come. He rested a hand on my cheek and turned my head, nearly attacking my mouth and dipping his tongue between my lips. I realized he was moaning as he caught a taste of Rowen, and I fucked my tongue deep into his mouth—then Aspen picked up speed and I lost track of everything.
Time.
Space.
My name.
Whether or not my body was real.
Vail’s dick wasn’t softening, and the way he gripped my hips again made me think he had no plans to leave. He whispered in my ear, “I love your eyes right now, they look so gentle. You’re going to have to show me how you edge your beard sometime. Would I look good with one? You know, earlier today I started trying to fold you an origami falcon, but I need to watch the video again because it didn’t turn out.” I chuckled at that last babbled confession but couldn’t focus on anything much for long. His voice was like the soothing sound of a calming stream. Peaceful. Homey.
And then after a while I woke up in the middle of a storm. Vail was sweating with his eyes squeezed shut, body bowed off the bed. Aspen pounded into me. Electricity zapped through my belly and I couldn’t think at all. A tsunami struck and I clung. The pleasure furled out from inside my ass in a potent punch. I could feel it in my shaft and my cockhead, and then I was coming. I shivered and shuddered against Vail and whimpered, but my balls weren’t unloading. I’d heard about this—dry orgasms—but it was so good and bizarre and seemed to go on and on. I writhed on top of Vail.
Aspen clutched my shoulders and drove himself deep. I could feel his spunk warm my insides, and then Vail was struggling to keep pumping and his body heaved under mine. I was sure when he stiffened and moaned before relaxing that he must have dumped more cum in me, along with Aspen, although I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
I was warm and gooey inside.
When I was with it again—and fairly sure I could tell anyone asking who was president—Aspen was holding me, Vail had his fingers laced with Rowen’s, and Rowen’s other hand was back in my hair, petting me.
“I told you it was soft, isn’t it soft?” Vail asked, giving me a warm smile.
“Aye,” Rowen murmured, and the way he studied me, a little like how he looked at Vail, had my heart hammering. It was too much, too fast, and I’d been fine with everything up until now. I felt strange and shaky as I struggled up and off the bed.
“Are you all right?” Vail asked, a wrinkle forming in his brow. He was clearly ready to come with me if I wanted him to, and that was nice, but I needed a minute.
“Uh, I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, and with a wince I realized I wasn’t lying. “I’m going to go shower off, too—in my room.” I smiled around because I could tell I’d disturbed the chill vibe everyone else had going on. Aspen raised his eyebrows.
“I’m fine,” I said, and both Vail and Aspen relaxed back on the bed again as I climbed carefully off the end. I went back to my room and really did pray my way through sitting on the toilet for a few minutes, but nothing happened despite some unpleasant sensations I figured were probably from having two dicks in me. I pissed, showered, threw on pajama bottoms, and then reconnected my insulin pump and hooked it on my pants. Usually I put on a shirt, especially in the winter, but half the reason I bothered with it was because I didn’t like the pump hanging out for everyone to ogle. But... I didn’t feel the need to do that right now. I went out into the hallway to go back to Rowen’s room and stopped, glancing to the right and the steps.
Guilt began to gnaw at me. We’d all just had a great time, but Cillian was upstairs beating himself up for killing a guy I should’ve been working over. In part it had happened because I didn’t fuck him up enough yesterday—if I’d done my job, Ilya would’ve been too hurt to try to escape. Maybe it had nothing to do with me, but I could see where Cillian might decide to blame me. I sighed and glanced back at the door to Rowen’s room. Cillian had been nice, too, yesterday, nicer than ever. I should check on him. If he yelled at me, oh well.
I nodded to myself at my decision and started up the stairs to Cillian’s room. At the top of the landing was only one door, his, and it was closed. I knocked, then pushed open the door without waiting for an answer. The room was dark and the beam of light from the hallway cut across Cillian’s bed. I shook my head at the Fleshlight casually flung on the floor, as if maybe he’d come up here and tried to work out some of his anger all by himself. He must be in a really shitty mood if he didn’t want to fuck it out with Vail. I sighed, hesitating. Maybe I should just go back downstairs.
“What do ye want?” Cillian asked. He rolled toward me and his eyes glittered, dark and dangerous.
“Are you awake?”
“Nope,” he said, sarcasm thick as butter.
Rolling my eyes, I went inside. It was probably best to stay out of striking distance, so I dropped to the floor near the bed and crossed my legs, sitting up until I could stretch my back muscles. My asshole twinged and I couldn’t help myself—I clenched it. While Cillian glared at me, I took a hair tie out of my pocket and wrapped my damp hair around my fist, looping the tie around it on the back of my head. Cillian never batted an eyelash the whole time and it was unsettling.
“It’s late. If Vail sent ye up here, do me a favor and tell him I’m asleep. I’m in too bad a mood to be around me bug. I’ll hurt his wee feelings.” His jaw ticked.
“Aww, you care about Vail’s feelings?” I winked at him. “What about mine?”
His scowl darkened, and uneasily I thought about scooting back a few inches to be sure he couldn’t reach me, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d already gotten under my skin.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a rush. “I just wanted to let you know I didn’t mean to make you look bad. I... I’m always doing that to someone.”
Cillian sighed and shoved down his blankets. I nearly swallowed my tongue as his hard abs came into view. Was he naked? I tried not to stare at the Fleshlight nearby but ended up glancing at it anyway.
He sighed, longer and louder, and definitely irritated. “Stop that shite. Come up here if ye wanna talk to me. I’m getting a crick in me neck. And it ain’t nothin’ ye haven’t seen at any rate.”
Cillian shocked the hell out of me when he slid over on his bed. The shadows in the room made all of this seem like one of the nightmares I’d been having lately and my heart raced—but being afraid in my own house was stupid. With a shrug, I got up and did as he said. I pressed my luck and lifted the blanket to slide under and right beside him, then fluttered my eyelashes at him like a jackass because apparently I had a death wish. “I am sorry.”
