There wasn’t anything fancy about Cillian’s room. Like me, he lived with the essentials—nothing more than a closet, wardrobe, dresser, and bed draped in boring black sheets and blankets. All his fun toys—the sex and killing kind—were probably hidden in his closet, but other than that, the space was bare of anything that resembled personality. I thought his simple style was because of how he’d grown up. Being poor in Ireland was no different than America.
“What’s—” Fallon didn’t get to finish what he was saying because Cillian slammed his lips against Fallon’s, mashing their mouths together in a passionate kiss that had Fallon’s hips bucking up against Cillian’s hardening, uncut dick. They were beautiful together, Fallon’s paler skin complementing Cillian’s sun-brushed complexion.
Fallon moaned and wrapped his legs around Cillian’s, rocking his hips, and I stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed, running my fingers down Fallon’s arm. When their kiss broke, Fallon glanced at me with lust-filled eyes.
“Do you want this?” I asked quietly, scraping my nails over his skin and watching the hair on his arm rise. “Do you want Cillian and me?”
His pupils were blown, mouth wet from Cillian and his spit, and he looked gone already. He glanced at Cillian, who stared down at him with raw need.
“Cillian isn’t like Rowen or Vail or even me. He’ll fuck you until you hurt everywhere, and when I’m with him I will claim ownership over you, too. Do you understand?” I leaned in to lick the shell of his ear, and he shivered as I whispered, “Not even Vail has had only us. He’s never experienced what we’re like with each other. By the time we’re done with you, you’ll have marks up and down your body. Everyone will know we claimed you.” I dug my fingers into his arm, and he hissed as my nails bit into his skin. “Vail will know. Rowen will know. Yourfamilywill know you’re our dirty little slut.”
Cillian smirked. “Vail’s our innocent angel, but you? You’ll be our whore. Nothing more than a hole to fuck and destroy.”
I was beginning to think Fallon was more to me than that, but Cillian wouldn’t change overnight. He wasn’t the type of guy to easily get attached to people, and Vail was an anomaly in his life. Right now, though, it was all part of the act, one Fallon seemed to like because he moaned and pumped his hips up against Cillian again. His eyelashes fluttered and he licked his lips.
“Yeah, treat me like your slut.”
I didn’t want to be too rough because he deserved better, but my dick filled at the thought of making him mine, of bending him over and taking turns at his asshole with Cillian.
It wasn’t any trouble to get naked because I was only in my sweats, and watching them kiss again had me hard before I’d even gotten my pants off. There was something about sharing men with Cillian that always made me extra horny, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. They kissed like it was their last day on earth, Cillian devouring Fallon’s mouth and staking his claim.
“Move over,” I grunted, and Cillian laughed into the kiss as he rolled onto his side on the queen-sized bed, dragging Fallon’s chest against his. I shuffled onto the mattress beside Fallon and kissed the middle of his back, listening to the sound of him sucking in his breath. His skin was warm and I slid a hand down his spine, my finger following the bumps of his vertebrae.
He broke his kiss with Cillian as I shoved my hand into his pants, squeezing his right cheek hard enough to get a moan out of him.
“I want him first,” Cillian growled out, mouth curling in smugness. “I’m going to fuck him until he screams me name.”
I rolled my eyes but smirked as I reached around to unlatch the pump from Fallon’s waistband and dragged his pajama bottoms down. He stayed perfectly still, as though he feared it’d all end if he flinched.
“Where do you want me to put this?” I whispered into his ear, tapping his insulin pump carefully so I wasn’t touching anything important.
“I could unhook it again?” He glanced down and went to work removing it. I watched, and so did Cillian, curiosity in his stare. Once Fallon had the line out, he passed the pump to me, and I placed everything on the nightstand where it couldn’t get damaged.
Cillian and Fallon were kissing again, Fallon’s fingers wrapped around Cillian’s dick. He moved his hand up and down, Cillian’s foreskin sliding with the jerking motion, and the sight had my balls tingling.
While I was at the nightstand I opened the top drawer, where Cillian stashed his lube, and threw it onto the bed beside me as I slid in closer again. I laid a kiss on Fallon’s shoulder, running my hand down his arm—he tasted sweet, and I guessed he’d taken a shower between the time he’d been in Rowen’s bed and now. Too bad, he would need to take another one.
Fallon threw a leg over Cillian’s thigh, a surprise move that had Cillian growling and grabbing Fallon’s upper arms in a tight grip. Cillian rocked forward into Fallon’s embrace, grunting.
“Come on, boy. Ye got me hard, let me fuck ye.”
I was almost tempted to tell Cillian not to call himboybecause it was my nickname for him, but I ignored the niggling sense of possessiveness. Fallon wasn’t mine; he belonged to Vail. I threw Cillian the lube, and he caught it with a sly grin.
“He’s already stretched,” I whispered, kissing a path up Fallon’s neck.
Fallon moaned and drew back closer to me as he continued to jerk Cillian.
“You just need to slide in and fill him with your cum before it’s my turn. He should be nice and sticky inside.”
Cillian laughed and grabbed Fallon. There wasn’t anything kind about the way he spun him around, and even though Fallon cried out in surprise, he let Cillian manhandle him until Fallon was facing me on his side. Cillian positioned his hips at a good angle to wreck Fallon’s ass while coating his dick in lube.
Shaking my head, I buried my face against Fallon’s neck. I nibbled at the column of flesh, digging my teeth into the perfect spots that would have him moaning for me, and he did exactly that—he groaned, the vibration working its way down his throat and against my lips.
The moment Cillian entered him was clear because his moans intensified and he rolled his hips, his dick nudging against mine. He was hard, the head of his erection red with a drop of precum at the slit.
Cillian didn’t waste time—sex was about getting off to him, and he had no intention of going easy—so I wasn’t shocked when his thrusts drove Fallon against me. My boy grunted as I cupped his cheek and kissed him hard. I couldn’t get enough.
He switched between moaning, whimpering, and grunting, holding me tightly as Cillian fucked him like a madman. Every drive of his dick into Fallon’s hole grew harder and faster. It didn’t take Cillian long to come, and I knew the moment it happened from the way Cillian groaned and froze, his face twisting in pleasure. A few shorter thrusts later, he laid his forehead against Fallon’s back, panting.
