Ronan pinched both my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing just enough to send a bolt of pleasure mixed with pain straight to my clit.
I quickened my pace, riding his cock harder as pleasure spun through me. “I’m ready for you, Declan. If I keep going, I’m going to come all over Ronan.”
“Do it.” Declan ran his hands over my ass, lifting me higher on Ronan’s cock, then guiding me down again. The head of his cockpressed into my ass on the way, and I shuddered with a bolt of pure need.
Finn lay beside us, head propped up on his hand. “Let Ronan see you come just for him. Look at him, Bree.”
My head swung away from Finn and over to Ronan. Muscles bunched across his shoulders. His head fell back between my hands, and he brought my breasts up to his face, alternating sucking one nipple, then the other. His eyes stayed open, gaze locked on me.
I shattered all over him, my pussy clenching tight enough to make him gasp.
Declan moved behind me, sliding his cock between my ass cheeks and following my momentum. He massaged my ass using small circles. “That’s it, Bree. Fuck him just like that, sweetheart.”
His cock pressed into my ass, and a new, unfamiliar burn started as he stretched me around his length.
“Ohhhhh.” I couldn’t help the low, keening sound of sheer pleasure that mingled with the bit of pain. I’d never felt anything like it, and while it started out uncomfortable, the sensation of having him inside my ass drove me straight to the edge.
Declan pushed deeper. Ronan released his grip on one nipple and played with my clit.
“Holy fucking shit.” I took them both. Somehow, I managed to take their cocks balls deep and hold them there.
They moved together. Declan retreated and Ronan bucked his hips. They fucked me simultaneously, their rhythm so perfect they never left me empty.
Then they changed. Both men withdrew at the same time, then filled me to fucking capacity.
“I can’t. Oh god.” I bucked and writhed, trying to match them. “Fuck. Me.”
“We are.” They answered together and increased their pace at the same time.
Pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known exploded throughout my body. My scalp burned. My body vibrated. I couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move as their cocks thrust deeper and deeper.
Declan gripped my hips and pushed my legs open wider, driving my clit down onto Ronan’s pelvis.
We came together, all three of us coming apart at the seams as they pumped into me, cocks swelling with every frantic thrust.
13
FINN
Sunlight hit my face. I groaned and cracked one eye open, glaring at the offending blind that allowed any amount of light to break me out of my glorious dreams. A warm body stretched out in front of me. Toes stroked my ankle, and a tiny snore puffed pouty lips.
Bree.
Not a dream. I grinned at her sleeping face and stretched oh so carefully to keep from waking her up. The clock on the other side of the bed showed five-thirty a.m. We had time, and Bree needed a little extra sleep after last night. My body ached in all the best ways when I wiggled my toes, muscles I hadn’t used in a while protesting our rigorous workout.
Last night had been fucking incredible.
Bree lay wedged between me and Declan, her red hair spilling across the pillow. Ronan had claimed the other side of Declan and had thrown his arm over both Declan and Bree while sleeping. We’d passed out in a tangle of limbs sometime around three. After another delicious round of sexual frenzy.
Best night of my life. Hands down.
I slipped out of bed, hissing through my teeth when the icy floor assaulted my bare feet. Grunting through it, I yanked on my socks and jeans, digging them out of the pile of clothes we’d left in the middle of Bree’s floor before making my way to the window.
Holy shit.
Three feet of snow piled against the building and buried the street. Nothing moved except the occasional rogue snowflake.
My grin widened to the point of pain. We might be snowed in another day and night with Bree. Oh no. A snort almost escaped before I trapped it with a swallow. Being snowed in with Bree wasn’t any kind of tragedy.
