I smoothedmy thumb over Fallon’s forehead, catching the droplets of water that cascaded down his creamy skin. His hair was already soaked, the blond strands darker and sticking to the back of his neck. He was beautiful like this, on his knees in front of me, mouth open and shiny from spit. The hot water cascaded from the showerhead and kneaded my back, some jetting past me to hit him on the face.
He blinked but didn’t falter in sticking out his tongue to lavish attention on the head of my dick. Such a good boy. I’d missed how he dived into submission. Even though I enjoyed the rough dominance play with Cillian, I fucking loved being in charge of my beautiful blond men—Fallon and Vail—as well. My injured shoulder still pulled and ached, and it was a subtle reminder of how much I fucking hated Joaquin Herrera, but the cut had mostly healed. At least he hadn’t managed to dig the knife into my jugular, and I was still here to tell the tale.
“Mm. Good boy. Now take the head in your mouth. Suck me.”
Fallon’s eyelids closed, his lashes brushing across his high cheekbones. He looked like an angel with a crooked halo, beautiful enough to be ethereal, but sinful enough to be corrupted. And he was mine. No, he was ours.
His tongue darted out to taste the slit of my dick before popping the head past his lips like I’d ordered. He sucked, gently at first, then more firmly as he got into the action. He rested his hands on my thighs, nails digging into my skin as he slid more of my dick into his mouth.
I smoothed my palm over his forehead and pushed his head back so I could stare into his adoring blue eyes. “So fucking beautiful like this, aren’t you? My sweet slut, ready to offer your mouth whenever I want to fuck your throat.”
He groaned, the vibration working its way down my shaft. Lashes fluttering, he stared at me pleadingly.
I grinned, stroking my thumb over the corner of his lips. “Such a pretty boy. You’re mine to use how I want, aren’t you?”
He whimpered and slid a little more of my dick in, giving it a strong suck. His tongue massaged the underside.
A shudder swept down my spine and my balls tightened. Fallon knew exactly what I liked, and he used it to his advantage. But I wouldn’t come. Not yet. He would need to work harder for it.
I carded my fingers through his long blond hair and yanked it, and I fell from between his lips when he gasped, eyes widening. His dick, hard and flushed between his legs, gave a jerk and his hand went straight to it.
I raised my foot and gently kicked away his hand, shaking my head at him. “You know the rules. No touching.”
He groaned miserably and gave me those big eyes that he knew I always folded for. “Please, Aspen.Please. I need to fucking come. I’m so hard.”
The water that splashed past me hit him hard on the chest, gliding down his tight abs to his narrow hips. My gaze followed the droplets as they claimed ownership of his perfect form. Fuck. He was beautiful.
“Aye, let him come, Aspen.”
The sudden extra voice had me jerking my gaze up to stare through the foggy shower door toward the entrance of the bathroom, where Cillian leaned against the threshold, arms crossed and his signature smirk playing on his lips. He was naked already, dick hard and resting against his thick thigh. The sight of him made my mouth water.
“But don’t let him come until he’s done his job.” Cillian straightened and strode toward the shower stall displaying a confidence only he could have, with his shoulders squared and chin raised. He opened the glass door and stepped in behind Fallon, sandwiching him between us. Fallon had never complained about being the filling between me and Cillian, though. “He needs to be a good lad and get us both off first.”
Fallon licked his lips and glanced between my dick and Cillian’s, indecision flashing across his face.
Cillian chuckled and grabbed the back of my head, dragging me forward. He brought me into a rough kiss, and I grabbed his shoulders in a tight grip, giving it back to him. Our mouths crashed against each other like starving men. I couldn’t get enough of him, even when we got back to our boys. Cillian’s taste and touch was as addicting as Fallon’s and Vail’s. He brought roughness to our relationship and a challenge I craved.
A slick heat returned to my dick and I glanced down to see Fallon sucking me again while he used his fist on Cillian. He bobbed his head, taking me into his throat before pulling back. He flirted with deep throating me a few more times before he switched to Cillian’s dick, sharing his attention between both of us while watching us kiss. Lust danced in his blue irises, a wanton urge to see more.
I smirked when I broke away from Cillian. “Like what you see, boy?”
Fallon’s gaze shot to me even though Cillian’s dick was between his lips, and he moaned. His grip around the base of my hard-on tightened and he nodded as much as he could.
“Of course he does. We’re hot.” Cillian winked at me and laid his palm against my chest, caressing across my right nipple with his fingernail. “I bet he would love to see me fuck ye.”
I snorted when Fallon gave a hard jolt and let Cillian’s dick fall from his mouth. He grabbed his junk in his hand and tugged it furiously, grunting as he curled in on himself.
“Oh fuck. Ohfuck.” His entire body trembled. I couldn’t see him come because of the way he was bent forward toward the floor of the shower, but the sounds were enough for me to know it was a good one.
I grinned at Cillian and stepped around Fallon to shove Cillian against the wall. He grabbed my asscheeks between his hands and massaged them. Our dicks slapped against each other, and he rocked onto his tiptoes, causing friction between us.
“Fuck,” I groaned out, leaning my head on his shoulder. Pleasure simmered low in my gut and my full balls were at a breaking point.
All it would take was a little more—
Cillian wrapped his fingers around my dick and tugged. A few strokes of his fist and I was coming. The world spun and I reached out to lay my hand on Fallon’s head, a touch to remind me that I had CillianandFallon here with me—two of my favorite men.
Fallon shimmied between us, licking the remainder of my cum from my dick, and then he went to work on Cillian’s. It didn’t take Cillian long before he had a handful of Fallon’s blond hair, fucking into his throat roughly. Three thrusts later and he drove balls deep between Fallon’s lips, coming while shuddering with his head thrown back.
