My head tilts, but I don’t get to ask him for clarification because Malachy says, “Stretch up so I can get these off you.”
My hands rest on Cormac’s shoulders, and I lean forward while Malachy handles my bottoms.
Cormac pushes up, wrapping his tongue around my nipple. He’s tentative at first, but he quickly picks up speed.
I’ve always gotten more of a reserved or innocent energy from him, but I wouldn’t care if he’s had previous partners.
Some wicked part of me also likes the idea of being his one and only.
I don’t know.
It’s confusing.
My skin pulses with heat, and I whimper.
“Lift up if you can, Cormac. I’m going to pull your sweats off too,” Malachy says.
Cormac flicks his tongue over my nipple and pulls away. He leans back on his elbows to push up so Malachy can help him out of his sweats.
Once that’s handled, Malachy’s hands slide down my back. “You’re already slick. Aren’t you?” he asks, looping a hand around to tease my clit. His forearm hooks in the indent above my hip, and the difference between his skin temperature and mine is considerable. “Fuck yes, you are.”
“I am.” I gasp as Cormac’s crown bumps my ass. Wiggling my hips back, I trap his length between us, grinding my pussy over the underside of his shaft. “I’m also burning alive.”
“What do I do?” Cormac asks with wide eyes.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
“Play with her tits,” Malachy says at the same time he plants his free hand on my hip, pushing me back down until my lowerlips frame Cormac’s cock. He glides me forward and back, and it’s heavenly.
Cormac takes both instructions. He sits up completely and pushes his lips to mine at the same time he cups my breast, flicking his fingers over my nipple.
“You’re drenched. Fecking Christ, all I can smell is your cunt.” Malachy frames my back and scrapes his teeth over my shoulder before licking and kissing it to take the ache away. “You like having both of us at your mercy. Don’t you, pretty girl?”
I moan, because I really do.
I also love having him talk me through everything.
Is that a kink?
If so, I don’t know which one it would be, but I love how vocal Malachy is.
My body doesn’t know what to do with all the sensations, but I’m obsessed with how safe I feel trapped between them.
Any time I try to focus on one thing—the way Mal teases my clit or how incredible Cormac’s hard cock feels bumping my opening as he slides through my arousal—another seems to take over, short-circuiting my brain.
I wrap my hand around the back of Cormac’s head, and I run my fingers through his short hair.
“I want you so bad,” I say against his lips.
“You have us both,” Cormac says, and I smile.
God, he’s so sweet, and I love that about him. I don’t think he understands that I meant I want him inside me, but I’ll have to get better about being clear and direct when communicating with Cormac.
Pushing up onto my knees, I reach between us, grabbing Cormac’s cock and moving it to my opening.
“We should have a conversation about birth control, at the very least,” Malachy chimes in, slapping my clit.
Cormac growls.
