Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
I blush, but damned if I don’t push back at the same time, arch more like I’m presenting myself to them, and the feeling gives me the most potent rush.
I’m not looking at them, but I know Cillian’s touch, know it’s him putting his hands on my cheeks and spreading them. “Look at it, Ror. So pink, little, and cute.”
“Fuck…I can’t believe he lets you put your cock in there. It’s such a pretty hole. I bet it gets all puffy when you fuck him hard.”
“You have no idea. I fill him all up with cum too, breed his little ass, then get to watch it leak out. I’m inside him, all the time. Every time you see him now, you’ll know there might be a load of me inside him.”
A whimper falls from my mouth, and I push toward them again. I need…something, everything. Need friction on my cock or something in my ass or both. “Please, Cillian.”
“You want my tongue? I’m dying to taste you. He’s like the best fucking dessert.” That last part is meant for Rory, but it pings all my pleasure receptors. Everything Cillian said does.
“Yes. I need it.” I’m begging and I don’t care, maybe even like it.
“Can I hold him open for you, Cil?”
Pleasure zips down my spine at Rory’s question, and I hope Cillian says yes. There’s no question in my mind that he will, and when he says, “Fuck yes. Hold him open for me,” I nearly sag into the mattress in relief.
Cillian’s hands are gone, and then Rory’s are there, slightly smaller but a little rougher than Cillian’s touch. Not that he’s physically rough, but the small calluses on his fingers are more prominent than my boyfriend’s.
“Do it, Cil. Let me see you eat his pretty hole,” Rory tells him, and then Cillian is there, face buried in my ass, tongue flicking over my rim. It’s not the first time he’s done this, but it almost feels like it—so new and exciting but also completely familiar. Despite how unlikely it sounds, I know Cillian’s tongue, know the way he moves it, how he probes me, the feel of his cheeks in my crease and the hungry, feral sounds he makes when he’s got his face deep in my ass. I push back against him, practically trying to ride his face. My hands fist in the blanket while he eats me out and his best friend holds my ass open so he can do it.
“More,” I beg. “Cil…I need your tongue in me. Rory…my cock…stroke me.” It’s so easy to say what I want with them, to say what I need. I know Cillian will do anything to make sure I have it, and that means Rory will too.
Cillian’s tongue probes my hole again, working to soften me up enough to push inside.
Just after Rory’s hands leave my ass, I hear the top on the lube open. A second later, Rory’s hand is on my dick, wet and stroking.
I feel like I’m in a pleasure vortex, coming at me from all angles, like it’s inside me and outside me. Like it makes up my bones and muscle. All I am is a vessel for pleasure, and it’s the best feeling.
Cillian’s tongue inside me, fucking me.
Rory’s hand on my dick, jerking me.
It feels like I’m in the clouds, like I’m in this space that should be impossible to reach, but somehow, I’m here and it’s lovely. And when Cillian’s tongue is gone, I feel too empty. “Please, baby. I need something inside me. I need you to make me come.”
Baby. I like that. I like Cillian being my baby.
“I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry. We’ll give you what you need.”
I hear the bottle of lube again, and when I look over my shoulder, Cillian’s finger is pushing inside me, fucking into me.
“Christ, you have to feel this. He’s so fucking hot and tight inside. Get your finger in here with mine,” he tells Rory, and just hearing that makes my dick spasm.
“Fuck yes.” Rory lubes his fingers, Cillian pulling out before they each push a finger into me together, making my eyes roll back.
Cillian and Rory are inside me, finger-fucking me, stretching me for cock. Together.
“Jesus, Cil. I bet it’s like fucking heaven to push your dick into him.”
“You have no idea. It’s my favorite place to be. I want to be in his ass all the time.”
They slide their fingers in and out, twisting them in unison, as if they’re on the same wavelength.
“It feels so good. You both feel so good,” I admit.
“You’re so fucking good for him, Bunny. You’re being so good for me too.”
I notice the difference in his phrasing—that I’m good for Cillian, but I’m being good for him, again reinforcing the truth that I’m Cillian’s, but in these moments, we’re sharing what’s between us with Rory. That I’m being good for him, but I’m not his.