“Yes…so good,” Shai says. “Just like you are for him, Ollie.”
His eyes flutter, Ollie enjoying the praise. “I like to watch you with him…see how happy you make Rory.” His gaze connects with Shai’s. “I’m so glad it’s you.”
“I’m glad it’s you too,” Shai answers, and then he’s got his face in deep, licking and swiping at my hole. Pleasure shoots through me, ricochetting, a pinball bouncing around in the machine. I fuck my aching dick against the bed, reach over and grab Ollie’s hand, holding it while Shai and Cillian pleasure us, and somehow it feels like they both are, like Shai is giving Ollie a part of himself and I’m getting some of Cillian.
“Stretch me. Open me up,” I demand, my words harsher than Ollie’s, “Please, baby. I need more.”
Both Shai and Cillian curse. “Is there lube in here?” Shai asks.
“Nightstand,” I force out.
He grabs it, squirts some onto his fingers, and then I look over my shoulder to see him squirt some onto Cillian’s too, the two of them working together. It’s such a rush.
The first time the three of us were like this was the best moment of my life. I wasn’t sure how to act, what to expect,nervous and more emotional than I let on. I didn’t think anything could be better than that, and then I met Shai, and every moment with him was something special, something different, healing parts of me I didn’t think would ever be healed.
Now this…I don’t have the words for this, so I just push my ass back against him, moan when he pushes a finger into me. Ollie’s hand is still in mine, his hold tighter by the second as Cillian opens him up.
“How many fingers do you have inside him?” Cillian asks.
“Three,” Shai answers.
“Me too.” Cillian’s voice is husky with lust.
“It’s enough. Give it to us. Do you need it too?” Ollie asks me.
“So fucking much. Fuck me, pet. Show me…and them…I’m yours. Let them see how you love me.”
Shai curses, and then, as if some conversation had gone on that we don’t know about, they’re positioning Ollie and me on our hands and knees, facing each other. I look into Ollie’s eyes, then Cillian’s, before the blunt head of Shai’s pierced cock is pushing inside me. Ollie’s eyes roll back. He bites his lip as Cillian fills him too.
“Fuck yes. Give it to me, pet.”
Shai pulls back and slams into me, hands on my hips, fucking me, possessing me, giving me everything I need. The bed shakes with the power of his and Cillian’s thrusts.
“Flip them,” Cillian says, and then we’re on our backs, side by side, legs spread, mine over Shai’s shoulders, Ollie’s over Cillian’s. “Look at you, Ror. I’ve never seen you like this. I get to see a new part of you because of Shai. Look how good you take his dick. It’s beautiful…just like when Ollie takes mine.”
“I love it so much, love him. And you love him too.”
Ollie wraps his hand around my dick, and then Shai’s is there too, the two of them stroking me off together while Shai fucks me.
“Thank you, for helping me make him feel good,” Shai tells Ollie. “Thank you for being so good for him.”
“Ugh,” Ollie moans. “I like this…touching him with you.”
When I reach over, feel the heat of Ollie’s shaft, how slick it is with precum, I slide my hand up and down his too…with Cillian. The four of us are all connected, touching and sharing all this feeling passed around between us.
“I’m going to come. Oh God. Fill me, breed me. I need your cum, baby,” Ollie begs, and I know the moment Cillian shoots, see his body tighten, then feel Ollie’s dick flex in my hand, the hot spurt of his release hitting his stomach and sliding down my fingers.
“Me too,” Shai grits out. “Fuck, me too. Take it. Take my load.” He slams into me, biting his bottom lip as he pumps into me, spilling his cum inside me in pulse after pulse.
The room spins, everything coming together in this most sublime moment, before I’m arching upward, my orgasm making me spiral as I come too, joining them as the four of us descend into the best kind of pleasure, together.
Shai lies down beside me, breathing heavily. Ollie and I are in the center, Cillian on the other side of him. The room smells like sweat and cum, and I fucking love it. One of Ollie’s legs is over mine, completely comfortable with me, with us, as we come down.
Shai speaks first, tentative. “That was okay? Everything I did?” I know he must be nervous, stepping into this thing with us.
“It was perfect,” I tell him, though I know he wasn’t talking to me. He knows we’re good.
“I loved it,” Ollie replies. “Seeing Rory that way and sharing it with all of you. Knowing I’m Cillian’s and that will never change, but sometimes we’re all…more.”
