“I’m not a virgin. And I know I said I was worried because we did this the opposite way of everything else that happened with the others, but I’m ready.” He tickled his fingers over his belly button and up his tight abdominal muscles. I watched, unable and unwilling to tear my eyes away from the show. I was still a man, after all, and Fallon was gorgeous as sin.
“Come here.” I gestured him over, and he finally reached out, letting me snag his wrist and drag him onto the bed. He harrumphed and laughed when he fell face-first onto the mattress beside me, and I grinned, laying a kiss on his mouth. “Stay there.”
“Why?” He wriggled, and I slapped him gently on the arse.
I wasn’t Cillian and hurting him was never my intention, but he stiffened and moaned, and his eager response did something to me, too. My cock plumped, blood heading south to firm it up. I shoved off the covers and shifted on the bed, moving until I’d spread his legs a bit, then sat between them.
He glanced over his shoulder at me, eyes bright. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m not gonna make love to ye, rabbit. Not tonight. When I do, it’s gonna be when we’re both ready to take the final step. I care for ye, and I want ye to remember every second ye have with me.” I touched my palms to the back of his knees and slid them up over his thighs, pushing the towel out of the way as I went.
“Yeah?” He lifted his hips and reached under himself, untying the towel and moving it, so all I needed to do was grab it and throw it out of the way to leave him naked. I didn’t. Not yet.
“Aye.” I smoothed my hands up to the tops of his thighs and over his arse, still not removing the towel.
I massaged his cheeks, thumbs digging into the meaty muscle that made his bottom jiggle. Feck, he had a nice arse. I wanted to bury my face between his cheeks and die there from lack of air. I enjoyed giving a good rim job, but everything always happened so quickly that I never had a chance toreallysavor the pleasure of foreplay as much as I wanted. I appreciated the sex between the five of us, but there was something nice about slowing down.
“Ye like getting yer arse eaten out, rabbit?” I kneaded my fingers deeper into his bubble butt, watching the perfect way the mounds wobbled under the towel.
He shuddered and glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah, I do. Why?”
I grinned at him and finally yanked the towel away, throwing it off the bed completely. His pale skin gleamed under the yellow lamplight, marred with faint bruises that I assumed came from Cillian. The marks looked wonderful on him, though, even if I wasn’t the type of bloke who wanted to spank someone he loves until they got like that. I traced a particularly large splotch.
“What did ye do to earn this?” I murmured, scraping my finger over the contusion.
He moaned and shifted his hips, clearly trying to relieve the pressure on his hard dick. “I didn’t follow his stupid diet while he was away. He found out.”
“Hm?” I leaned down to drop a gentle kiss on the bruise, and he whimpered. “How was that?”
He tilted his hips up, wordlessly asking me to do what I’d promised, but I ignored him and continued to lay gentle kisses across the curve of his cheek and the bruises Cillian had left behind. As a result, he moaned in disappointment. “It was stupid. He magically just knew. Then he did this to me.”
“Really?” I held in a snort. That sounded like Cillian. Ever the primal animal, ready to fuck and dominate, as though we were mammals in the wild fighting for survival. While it wasn’t my thing, I understoodwhyFallon and Vail found it hot. “Well, let me take care of these for ye.”
I pressed a dozen or so butterfly kisses across the expanse of his perfect skin, following the trail of bruises that Cillian had left behind. When I was done making sure I’d gotten every bruised patch of flesh, I grabbed his cheeks between my fingers and opened him wide, giving me a pretty view of his hole. He squeezed the pink ring for me and groaned, rocking his hips.
“I’ve got a delicious snack for you right here.” He winked at me over his shoulder and slid his tongue across his mouth. “Come and get it.”
I chuckled and bit his right arsecheek playfully, not hard enough to leave any marks, except for a slight indent of my teeth. He shivered though and spread his legs wider. I took that as permission. He wanted me.
I tickled my nail across the underside of his left cheek, teasing as I leaned in and swiped my tongue across his hole. He shuddered and moaned, and I didn’t wait for him to relax again before I dove in and used my tongue like it was my cock. I licked and fucked his entrance, fingernails biting into his skin as I pried his arse farther apart. He tasted clean and fresh and a little like Vail’s favorite bodywash, and I savored every burst of flavor I got from him. I was starving and only he could sate my hunger right now.
My cock throbbed, and I reached down to rub myself through my pajama bottoms. I wasn’t going to get it out, though, because this was all about Fallon and giving him what he needed.
Attention.
Love.
A good rim job.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He drove his arse backward, forcing my tongue in deeper. “Oh fuck. Feels so fucking good. Please.”
I hummed and traced the puckered skin around his hole, then sucked on him.
He raised his hips and grabbed his cock, jerking off fast and hard. He rocked forward, then backward, as though he couldn’t make up his mind whether he wanted to thrust into his grip or back against my tongue. His moans intensified and he trembled.
I dug my nails deeper into his fleshy cheeks, and he tensed, tightening his arse so it became more solid muscle under my grip.
His breaths turned rapid and he buried his face into my pillow, groaning and whimpering. I thought I heard him mutter, “Fucking close.” I kept eating him out, my face pressed so tightly between his cheeks that I couldn’t inhale air. I didn’t care. I dug my tongue in deeper and increased my hole fucking.
