Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“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.”
Cil kisses him, brushing his cheek against Ollie’s. “Kitten…” he whispers softly. “My kitten,” he says, this time a little more loudly, before looking at us, all intense and deep and Cillian. “The first time we did this, you thanked Ollie for loving me, and now it’s my turn.” He leans over us, pressing his forehead to Shai’s, holding the side of his head. “Thank you for loving him. I needed that, and it’s good to know we will always have it, the four of us.”
Love comes in so many forms—romantic, platonic, familial, friendship, brotherhood. With us, all those shades are there, vibrant and true.
“I…” Shai starts.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Cillian says. “I know how you feel, and I see how you love him. That’s the most important thing.” Cillian moves back to his side of the bed, the conversation over. No more words are needed.
“Do you ever wear panties?” I ask Ollie, and his mouth drops open.
“What! Oh my God. Do you?”
Shai chuckles. “After everything we did, that’s what scandalizes you?”
“Yes, I mean no. I just didn’t know. What kind?” Ollie asks.
“All kinds. Lace is my favorite. It’s really hot. I’ll get you a pair, and you can wear them for Cillian.”
Ollie laughs, burying his face in my arm.
And then we just…talk, laugh, make jokes. After the last…who knows how many hours of high emotions, fear, and danger, I think we all need it. There’s no shyness, no embarrassment, no jealousy as we lie together, naked, sweat-slicked bodies, and enjoy each other’s company.
I don’t know what time of day it is, or how long we lie here, just fucking being in this way together, before Ollie says, “I was so scared earlier…for all of you.”
“I know, Kitten, but we’re all here with you. Everyone is okay.” Cillian runs his fingers through Ollie’s hair.
“I’m tired,” Ollie says.
But no one moves. “Go to sleep,” Shai tells him, Ollie turning to look at Cillian.
“It’s always up to you,” Cil replies, and Ollie snuggles close, Cillian removing Ollie’s glasses.
We don’t even bother with the light. When Cil’s lids flutter, then close, I turn to Shai, the two of us folding into each other’s arms, and go to sleep.
When my eyes open again, what has to be hours later, Cillian and Ollie are gone, Shai still passed out beside me. I turn onto my side, focus on him while he sleeps, studying each curve of him, the way his lips are slightly parted, and just…take him in, count how many times he breathes in a minute, watch his pulse throb in his throat. I don’t take my gaze off him for hours, not until he wakes up, not looking surprised to see me staring at him.