EPILOGUE - PART II
FALLON
I’d never considered doing anything like this. Spanking had always seemed... silly to me. Something for porn but not real life. Aspen had never done anything like this with me, but the second he’d mentioned Cillian doing it with Vail... I couldn’t get that image out of my head of someone forcing me down and paddling my ass. It was wild to think Vail might do something so completely different with Cillian than what he did with me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
Obviously it was fucking hot.
Aspen’s hand came down hard on my ass, and I ground my dick against his leg, using the pleasure to chase away the pain. The sting was good and tripped the same triggers in my body that taking a punch did—my face felt warmer and my skin more sensitive, and the muscles around my dick clenched as he slapped my ass again with more strength. Tensing, I rolled my hips and waited for more pain, barely breathing, then gasped and buried my head in my arms when Aspen caressed his finger against my hole. I tried to relax and open up for him, wanting him in my body, but he only toyed with me.
Thecrackof his hand against flesh was loud in my ears. The bed rocked and one of Vail’s feet hit mine, like maybe he’d kicked out when he was hit. “Harder,” Vail begged, and Aspen chuckled. My belly became warm and gooey at the pleading from Vail and how Aspen sounded so in control.
“You’re asking for me to make these round asscheeks red?”
Vail’s laugh was husky. “If I’m going to do something, I like to really do it.”
Aspen gave my ass a rough squeeze, but it was still mostly on the nice side. I couldn’t imagine him actually hurting me, and I guessed that was good... but maybe there were times when I might want it? I felt confused, but not in a bad way. I squirmed around and tugged on the back of his shirt enough to lift it, then dropped a kiss on his warm, exposed skin.
“Mm... are you trying to get me to fuck you?” Aspen murmured, rubbing his finger over my hole again. I’d had so much fun tonight I just didn’t know what would be best. I licked his skin, tasting a hint of salt, and he huffed out a laugh.
“I’ve never played this way. Cillian holding me down is about as far as it’s gone.”
“Up,” Aspen said, voice low and sending chills over my skin.
It was difficult to stand because I felt so good pushing my hips against him, and my dick bobbed, heavy and full in front of me, when I finally got my feet on the floor. Aspen stared at both of us with that calm attitude I’d come to depend on, but right now I needed more than coolness from him. I stood taller and smirked, running my hand down my abs to show them off. No, I wanted him to snap and toss me on the bed. Fuck me. Maybe do some more of that spanking.
Vail moaned, and I gripped my dick, meeting Aspen’s eyes. The corner of his mouth kicked up and he stood, too. We stared at Aspen as he tilted his chin back and unbuckled his belt while kicking off his shoes. He sent his Mets cap sailing somewhere in the room, and I didn’t take my eyes off him to see where it had landed. His pants and underwear hit the floor, and then he sat on the bed with his shoulders propped up against the headboard.
“Vail, take that lube,” he said, nodding at the bedside table on his right. “Get me ready to go, then sit on it.”
Vail hummed out a happy noise, because why wouldn’t he? Something awful clenched my chest and a strange heat pooled in my gut, somehow making me harder. Vail scrambled to do what Aspen had said, and I hated to say it, but I was fucking jealous. There were two dicks in this room that liked to fuck me, and I wasn’t getting either one. There was one hole I regularly pounded, and I wasn’t getting into it. I held my breath and my face felt too hot.
“Why?” I asked, even though I’d meant to keep my mouth shut.
“Because you’re clearly angling for another spanking.” Aspen darted his attention to my hand around my dick, and I figured I was all in now, so I squeezed myself and rocked my hips in his direction.
“Drop it and come here,” he said, patting the bed at his side.
I nodded but hesitated. “Is it okay if I take out my pump for right now?”
He grinned. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Then I won’t have to be as careful.”
The implication this was going to be good enough that he wouldn’t want to have to keep track of the pump—it might be that rough—made a new, exciting heat swirl in the pit of my stomach. With a deep breath, I went over to his dresser and unhooked the pump. When I was finished, I set everything down and checked over the case, something I’d gotten into the habit of doing after the trouble I’d had. “Can you tell me the time?”
“It’s almost midnight,” Vail said, and there was a breathiness to his voice that had me rushing. When I turned around he was on Aspen’s dick, and I sighed at the sight of them together. I loved each man, and they were on fire.
I bit my thumb until it hurt and stared, but then Aspen had me jumping when he said, “I told you to come here beside me.” His deep brown eyes met mine. The pleasure of filling Vail was plain as day on his face, the control he held on to so effortlessly on display. They were beautiful together.
I nodded and crawled onto the bed fast. “Thank you for taking me to the fight tonight. I know you did it for me. That was really goddamned nice.” When I reached him, I planted a kiss on his lips, not caring about the rules of this game.
“I thought it was sweet, too,” Vail said, giving Aspen a huge smile as he caressed my cheek.
“I’ve watched you with Cillian,” Aspen murmured, and I flushed hot, forgetting about everything except how much I was turned on. Vail let out a little moan and rocked harder on Aspen, and his eyes closed. My dick throbbed. I was left out, but I didn’t want to be.
“You know who has two thumbs and wants to get fucked?” I sat back and raised both hands with my thumbs up.
Vail began to snicker, and Aspen shook his head at me. I waggled my eyebrows.
Aspen snagged my chin. “You think we’ve ever played rough?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and I wavered closer, but he tightened his grip on my chin.
