Ronan looked thoughtful while still smirking. "Hmm, not sure she's ready for double the fun."
"Just fucking fuck me, you fucking dickheadstronzo!"
I slipped my fingers between my thighs, desperate for relief. If neither of those bastards would give me an orgasm, I'd givemyself one. Only my fingers weren't the same and I couldn't quite get myself over the finish line.
A small sob of frustration slipped past my lips, which rapidly morphed into a whimper of pleasure when Conal finally pushed his hard cock inside me. But when I looked up, Ronan stood there gripping his shaft.
"Got room for one more, Pixie?" He winked. Conal rolled me over so I lay across his chest.
"What… no!" Ronan nudged at my entrance. No way would he fit. Not with Conal already inside me. No fucking way!
"Relax, Pixie, you can take me, too. The vagina is a wonderful thing. Trust me, Doctor Ronan is an expert on vaginas."
"If I hear the word vagina come out of your mouth one more time, I'll ban you from my bedroom," I huffed. Vagina had to be the least sexy word ever.
"I'd rather your vagina cameinmy mouth but OK." The annoying bastard laughed as he pressed harder, and then he slipped in, stretching me past my comfort zone.
This was too much. My pussy wasn't that stretchy. A hand squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple to distract me from the discomfort of two thick cocks in my pussy.
"You're doing so well, baby girl," Conal cooed as he slipped his hand between us to rub my swollen clit. "That's it. Let him in so we can both fuck you."
"Nearly in, Pixie." Ronan sounded almost as strained as I felt, but the deeper he edged, the more pleasurable, rather than painful, it became. Each infinitesimal movement triggered new nerve endings, sending bursts of pleasure shooting up my spine.
"Fuck, you're so tight." Ronan gripped my hips and slid in further. He and Conal worked in unison, like a sexy slip-and-slide ride. My eyes closed as my body went into free-fall. Between Conal rubbing gentle circles on my clit and the exquisite pressure inside my pussy, I couldn't hold back.
I fell apart with a high-pitched shriek, completely lost in euphoria as my orgasm hit with the impact of a freight train. Stars burst behind my eyes and I heard the guys roar as they followed me. It wasn't until I came floating back to earth that I realized we were all wet.
Oh my god, had I peed myself?
"Pixie girl!" Ronan sounded delighted rather than horrified, so I guessed my bladder hadn't burst. "You squirted all over me!"
"That sounds…" I buried my face in Conal's chest and silently prayed for a sinkhole to open up below Ronan’s bedroom. Surely squirting wasn't normal. Did I have a dysfunctional vagina?
"Amazing!" Ronan chuckled. "I knew you were special, Pixie girl." He pulled me up and off Conal, apparently uncaring about the mess I'd made. The thought of Mrs. O'Mara changing the sheets made me cringe with embarrassment.
"Let's clean you up, sweetheart." Conal scooped me up with one arm and carried me into the bathroom. "Go pee while I draw you a soothing bath. You must be sore."
I was sore. Very sore now that the endorphin rush had faded. If these guys wanted sex again in the next 24 hours, they were shit out of luck. My pussy was closed for business for the foreseeable.
I crawled into my bed and promptly crashed. The plan had been to stay in Ronan's room, but after our sexy antics, his bed was a biohazard, so we de-camped into my room. My bed wasn't big enough for one curvy woman and two giant men, but we made it work.
Nobody had drawn the drapes over the French windows, so sunlight hit me right in the face the following morning. When Iblearily opened my eyes, Conal had left, but Ronan was still fast asleep next to me.
Damn, we'd overslept. Conal had insisted last night I needed to hit the gym this morning, but I couldn't find it in me to care about slacking off. As far as I was concerned, sex was a suitable workout, even if it didn't involve any self-defense moves.
"Stop wiggling," Ronan grumbled in my ear as I checked my phone for messages, frowning at the five missed calls from Saoirse. What was so important? She'd told me she was studying for an exam.
I'd call her back in a minute.
"I need to pee." After such a long sleep, my bladder twinged. My delicate bits hurt too, but I wasn't thinking about them.
"Then go pee. But come straight back to bed so I can check your pussy for damage."
I snorted with laughter. "No can do. I need to call your sister. She's been calling me."
He rolled back and treated me to a view of his chiseled abs. "Make it a quick call. I have plans for you." Judging by the erection tenting the sheet, I could guess what those plans included.
Before I could reply, my bedroom door swung open and Saoirse burst in. She skidded to a halt in shock at the sight of her brother lounging in my bed. I yanked up the comforter, but it was way too late: the horse had officially bolted.
