I'd stripped my leggings off when I came back to my room. All I wore was a long, loose tee and some panties. Non-sexy panties, as I had very few items of clothing here - nothing that fitted anyway - and I drew the line at borrowing Saoirse's underwear.
Conal's eyes burned into me as I bent over the bed, my breasts pressed into the quilt. It smelled of fabric conditioner and Ronan. His fresh scent.
This was the point where I should have protested. Reminded Conal I was already sleeping with his twin. Told him I planned to fly to the US and stay with Thea. But the words didn't come.
Conal knew I'd slept with his brother. He could have walked away, yet he didn't. Clearly, he didn't care about overstepping boundaries or pissing his brother off.
Or worse, provoking another fight.
"Good girl," Conal murmured from behind me. The words sent another shiver of arousal down my spine so bone-deep I could barely breathe.
He pushed the edge of my tee up over my thighs. Slowly and deliberately, giving me time to say no, that this wasn't what I wanted. When I said nothing, he lifted it higher, exposing my ass.
For a moment, I froze. Would he laugh at my ugly panties, the white cotton ones with gray trim? But he stayed silent. Then his fingers brushed my hips. A fleeting touch as he grasped the elastic waist of my underwear.
"I need a safe word from you, sweetheart." Safe word? It took a hot minute to engage my brain.
"Peach." It was the first word that popped into my head.
I heard a chuckle. "Peach it is. If you feel uncomfortable or you want me to stop immediately, yell 'peach'. OK?"
"Yes." My breathing spiked as he tugged my panties down low enough to expose my fleshy ass cheeks. It should have been embarrassing. Shameful even. Conal and I had kissed, but nothing more. Yet here I was, bent over with my ass out. If anyone walked in, I'd die.
"Beautiful." Out of the blue, his hand hit my left cheek in a stinging slap. A loud crack echoed around the room. Heat followed the sudden shocking burst of pain. Then another crack on my right cheek. More pain and heat. I bit the quilt to smother my cries and whimpers.
Crack…crack…crack.
With each firm spank, the pressure between my legs grew. Conal made damn sure not to hit the same spot twice, so by the time he stopped on ten, my whole ass burned like fire.
"Good girl," he purred before rolling me over.
Tears streamed down my face from the shock and pain, but he wiped them away with his thumb and smiled.
"You did good, Peaches." When I sniffed and raised one eyebrow, he smirked. "I've decided Peaches suits you. Your ass looks like a ripe peach, all red and pink."
"It hurts," I whimpered. Not only did my ass burn, but I desperately needed to come.
"Let me make it better for you." He tugged my panties off and lay me back down on the bed. Before I could say a word, he'd pushed my thighs apart and buried his face in my pussy.
"Ohhhh!" My back arched as a powerful orgasm hit me seconds later. Wave upon wave of pleasure rolled through me, washing away the pain and releasing the dam of tension. I was so lost to the pleasure that I barely heard my bedroom door click open.
"I see you've had a change of heart, brother," Ronan said from the doorway.
Ronan's droll observation brought me back to my senses. What the fuck was I doing? I tried to scramble sideways while simultaneously covering myself with the comforter, but Conal had my legs pinned down.
"Guess I did," he replied, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. I blushed crimson, fully aware that fucking one brother and then allowing his twin to spank my ass and go down on me was probably a morally gray area.
"She tastes like heaven, doesn't she?" When I dared to look up, Ronan had crossed the room to stand near the bed, his hair damp from the shower. I noted the bruises on his face and winced.
"She does."
"Her pussy feels like heaven when I fuck her, too." I gulped at the feral look on Ronan's face, his gray eyes now darker than the stormy sky outside my bedroom window. My breath hitched in my lungs as he pulled his tee off and dropped his sweats to the floor. As usual, he wasn't wearing any underwear, so his cock sprung out, hard and leaking. "Let me show you," he said with a dark smile.
Conal moved back while Ronan stepped between my shaking thighs. My ass still burned, but I ignored the discomfort. Was Ronan really going to fuck me in front of his twin?
Before I could ask, he'd reached down and ripped my tee in half. The fabric fell away, exposing my breasts. I heard Conal's sharp inhale and flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
My tits were on the larger side. Like the rest of me. They'd gotten me a lot of attention over the years, much of it unwelcome. Since I hated it when lecherous men ogled me, I tried to cover up where possible, opting for loose, shapeless tops. The only time I deviated from this was when working in the bar in Italy because wearing tighter tees had helped boost my tips.
