Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Colum: I wish you’d met my sister.
Franco: Me too, friend. Me too.
A nnie moaned, her back arching with pleasure as fingers feathered over her breasts before pinching her nipples. “Mmm,” she hummed, the sound shaky, breathy.
More , she thought, hoping to prod her dream lover to move those wicked fingers lower.
She shivered when the softly stroking hands obeyed her unspoken demand, drifting over her stomach, not stopping until the tip of one finger slid through her wet slit.
She was no stranger to sex dreams, but this one was more intense, pushing all the right buttons. She writhed with need, parting her legs farther for her dream lover.
First, she imagined it was Xavier who was toying with her, issuing his dark, dirty demands, calling her “his bad girl.”
Then it was Colum, mumbling those endearing Irish curses of his in that sexy-as-sin accent as he played her body like a violin.
Then it was Xavier again, the touches rougher, more forceful.
Then Colum, with that lovely, thick cock of his, looking down at her as he stroked it in his large fist, his hungry gaze devouring her.
She moaned again, her inner muscles clenching with a need that was bordering on painful.
Consciousness threatened, but Annie fought it, determined to remain here as long as possible, drifting along on this wave of pleasure.
That desire was ripped from her, and she gasped, coming fully awake when hot breath tickled her mons, two calloused fingers parting her, making way for the warm tongue that teased her clit.
Annie’s eyes flew open and she lifted her head, surprised and thrilled to discover Colum kneeling between her outstretched thighs.
“Colum,” she whispered.
He lifted his head from her pussy and placed a finger to his lips, bidding her to remain quiet. They both glanced to the opposite side of the bed where Xavier was sprawled out on his stomach, his face turned away from them.
Colum winked, then lowered his head again, running his tongue from anus to clit then back again, as Annie fought to remain quiet.
She didn’t know what the Irishman’s game plan was, but she was here for it.
Put me in, Coach.
Better yet, put it in.
Colum continued to work magic with his tongue on her clit, and then with his fingers, two of them slipping inside her. She tilted her hips, up and down, up and down, urging Colum to drive them deeper, faster, harder, but he refused to take the bait, his strokes steady, slow. Too slow.
Another moan escaped when he curled his fingers, finding her G-spot. Xavier muttered something in his sleep, flopping over to his back. Annie and Colum stilled for a moment, both watching, waiting, and sharing a secret smile when their lover sighed deeply and remained asleep, unaware of the shenanigans happening right next to him.
Colum turned his attention back to her, giving her a stern look as he mouthed “be quiet.”
She nodded, pursing her lips together and pretending to lock them with an imaginary key that she tossed away.
He chuckled, adding a third finger to the two stroking inside her pussy. His mouth returned to her clit; however, this time, he didn’t tease her with his tongue. Instead, he used his teeth, clamping down until she saw stars, the soles of her feet now flat on the mattress, allowing her to push upward toward that talented mouth of his.
“More,” she whispered, aloud this time.
If Colum heard her, he gave no indication, continuing his sensual torture until she thought she’d spontaneously combust. While Colum was clearly in no hurry, Annie’s patience was fraying, her need to come almost painful as he pushed her to the brink, never giving her what she needed to make the leap over the cliff.
“Please,” she mumbled.
This time, he didn’t ignore her. He did worse. He lifted his head and pulled his fingers from her sopping cunt.
Annie started to complain, but Colum silenced her by pushing his wet fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, forcing her to taste her own essence.
“Suck,” he muttered in a low, almost menacing voice.
Annie complied, loving this demanding side of his, curious to see where he intended the night to take them.
She was also grateful that his sadness seemed to have passed. Her heart had broken as she’d listened to him reminisce about his sister, and she got the sense he needed this. Needed the distraction. Needed to be in control after spending so many years spiraling in his grief.
There was very little Annie wouldn’t give this man, who’d claimed her heart in record time, and the same went for Xavier.
Colum drew his fingers out of her mouth, a soft pop breaking the silence. Then he reached down, grasping her hand to pull her up until she was sitting in front of him. Tilting his head toward Xavier, he drew his thumb over her lower lip, dragging it down to push the thick digit in and out several times before pointing at their lover’s dick.
She knew exactly what he wanted her to do, so she slowly crawled across the bed, placing herself in a similar position to the one Colum had just taken between her legs.
Bending her head low, she slowly wrapped Xavier’s dick in her hands, taking the head between her lips. His cock twitched, quickly growing hard, as she ran her tongue along the underside, teasing the tiny slit, licking off the drop of precome there.
Unlike her, Xavier awoke quickly.
“Trouble sleeping, mon cheri ?” he purred.
Annie nipped him teasingly before lifting her head. “I was sleeping fine,” she replied, drawing Xavier’s attention to Colum, who was kneeling next to them.
Xavier’s eyes drifted over Colum’s naked body. The three of them had snuggled on the couch in the archive for nearly two hours, as Colum shared funny stories about his sister and their childhood. Annie had grown up in the city, so Colum’s childhood tales about life on a rural farm had fascinated her and Xavier, who’d been raised in the heart of Paris.
From the couch, they’d moved downstairs, stepping out into the cool night air to walk down to Colum’s flat beneath the archive. None of them had spoken as they’d stripped off their clothing and climbed beneath the sheets. They’d alternated between kissing and whispering in the darkness until they fell asleep.
“I see,” Xavier purred. He started to sit up, but Colum placed a firm hand on his shoulder, pressing him against the mattress. Xavier followed the unspoken instruction without protest, remaining reclined.
Colum turned, his face lowering to hers. Annie’s eyes drifted shut as she anticipated his kiss. She jerked slightly when, rather than kiss her, he bit her lower lip.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Annie’s eyes flew open, taking in Colum’s seriously dominant expression. Her pussy clenched hungrily. Hell, everything clenched. Turning her attention back to Xavier, she started to wrap her hand around his cock, prepared to resume the blowjob, but Colum had other ideas. He shifted until he was next to her, reaching for her hands, which he pulled behind her back.
“Just your mouth,” he said.
She and Xavier shared a look, and she could see her Frenchman was as turned on by this version of Colum as she was.
Bending forward, she used just her mouth, drawing Xavier’s cock inside. He started to help her, his fist gripping the base.
Colum growled. “Hands up,” he demanded. “The two of you only do what I tell you to.”
Xavier hesitated for a moment, so Annie released him, looking up, not wanting to miss a second of this sexy power play. While Annie seriously got off on playing the submissive role with them, Xavier appeared to struggle with it.
“Now,” Colum said, punctuating that command with a stinging slap to Xavier’s inner thigh.
Xavier lifted his hands, his eyes narrowed, though not in anger. If Annie had to guess, she would say he was intrigued.
Annie resumed the blowjob, her head lifting and falling as she took Xavier in. Colum’s grip on her wrists was relentless. She’d never given a guy head without the use of her hands, and while it was a bit of a challenge, the “bondage” aspect was working its way deep into her psyche, her mind and body working in tandem, her arousal off the charts.
Xavier’s breathing deepened. Stealing a quick glance up through her lashes, she saw that his hands were balled into fists next to his head. It was clearly taking some restraint for him to keep them there rather than using them to control her speed.
“God,” he muttered when the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat. “Swallow me down.”
While Colum retained his grip of her wrists with one hand, the other threaded its way through her hair, closing around a large handful. He held her head still. “My commands are the only ones you’ll take tonight. Nod if you understand.”
Annie gave him a single, awkward tip of the head, Xavier’s dick still buried deep in her mouth.
“Good girl,” Colum said approvingly.
Annie closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure rumbled through her like a hurricane striking shore. She’d never come from a blowjob, but if anyone could make that happen, it was these two men.
She expected Colum to release her hair, so she was pleasantly surprised when he retained his grip, using it to guide her head up and down on Xavier’s cock. Most of the thrusts were shallow, but every now and then, he pushed her head lower, forcing Xavier’s dick deep into her throat.
Xavier’s groans grew louder as Colum increased the pace. “You’re going to come in her mouth,” Colum said. “And you’re going to swallow every single drop because you’re our dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
Annie trembled, managing one more dip of the head.
Xavier started cursing in French as Colum tightened his grip and drove her harder and faster. Annie moaned, the reverberations working on Xavier, whose hips jerked upward, driving the head of his cock all the way down her throat, where he came in thick, hot spurts.
Annie went light-headed, as swallowing took precedence over breathing. Colum, meanwhile, held her in place until Xavier’s body went slack against the bed and he was certain she’d drunk down every drop.
Releasing her wrists, Colum kept hold of her hair, his free hand wrapping around her until his palm loosely gripped the front of her throat. His hot breath tickled her cheek as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Good girl.”
Xavier’s eyes had been closed, but they flew open, taking in the two of them. He remained uncharacteristically quiet, obviously waiting to see where Colum would lead them next.
“Switch positions,” Colum directed, giving Annie a sharp slap on the ass.
She lay down in the middle of the bed as Xavier rose, flipping their positions until he was between her outstretched legs.
“What now?” Annie asked, her tone the very epitome of needy.
“Now, Xavier is going to return the favor.”
Xavier glanced over his shoulder at Colum, who’d moved behind him. “And what will you be doing?”
Colum responded to that not with words but with three hard slaps to Xavier’s ass.
The groan that slipped from Xavier’s lips was a dead giveaway that if Colum had meant to punish him, he’d failed.
“Any more questions?” Colum asked, using a firm grip on the back of Xavier’s neck to push the man’s head down until she felt his breath on her pussy.
Annie was already panting, and Xavier hadn’t even touched her. Colum had kept her on the edge of her orgasm for too long. She suspected it wouldn’t take Xavier much time to get her where she wanted to be.
“Stroke her with your tongue,” Colum said. “Just that until I tell you otherwise.”
Xavier started to obey but stopped, both of them turning their heads when they felt Colum leave the bed. He shot Xavier a threatening glance that he ignored, watching as Colum started rifling through the Frenchman’s suitcase.
“Invasion of privacy?” Xavier said, curiosity creeping into his voice.
“Shared property,” Colum replied, pulling out the tube of lubrication they’d used at the hotel.
“ Putain ,” Xavier breathed as Colum returned to the bed. Gripping Xavier’s hips, he pulled him until his knees were on the edge of the mattress, Colum standing at the bottom.
“Shift down, Annie,” Colum said. “Put that pretty pussy where Xavier can reach it.”
Annie wiggled down the bed quickly, ready for the next part.
“Good,” Colum praised. “Now lick,” he reminded Xavier, who did just that.
Annie shivered with delight as Xavier put his skilled tongue to very good use. She lifted her hands, running them through Xavier’s thick hair. She half expected Colum to demand she assume the same position he’d required of Xavier, so she was delighted when he let her use them as she wanted.
Xavier hissed against her clit.
Annie lifted her head, trying to look down Xavier’s back to see what was happening. “I can’t see what you’re doing to him.”
“Keep licking,” Colum commanded, when he’d stopped, distracted. Colum’s gaze connected with hers. “I’m working the lube into his ass. With my thumb.”
Annie’s eyes grew heavy, and while she loved everything Xavier was doing to her, she was sorry she couldn’t see what was happening below his waist. Her time with these men had turned her into a voyeur.
“Use your thumb, Xavier. Let our girl see how good it feels.”
Xavier complied, pushing his thick thumb inside her. Annie groaned. Her inner muscles were actually exhausted from clenching on nothing but air.
For several minutes, Xavier mimicked Colum’s actions, both men using their thumbs to stretch and prepare. Not that Annie needed any preparation. She was ready.
“ Merde ,” Xavier cursed.
“Follow my lead,” Colum demanded.
Her eyes blinked open when Xavier replaced his thumb with two fingers. They moved slowly at first. Again, Annie lifted her head, holding it up as long as she could in an attempt to watch Colum finger-fucking their lover.
“Grab a pillow, Annie. You’ll hurt your neck,” Colum said, surprisingly gently.
She reached up, blindly grabbing a pillow and stuffing it under her head and shoulders so that she was reclined at a thirty-degree angle. While she couldn’t see everything, it gave her a better sense of what Colum was doing.
So it wasn’t a surprise when Xavier increased the speed and force, driving his fingers in deeper.
“God,” she cried out in a gasp. This. This was the pressure she’d needed. Fireworks erupted behind her eyelids.
“Make our girl come,” Colum said to Xavier. “She’s waited long enough. Make her come and then I’m going to fuck you.”
Xavier doubled down, adding a third finger to the first two—his grunt of pleasured pain telling her Colum had done the same to him—before curling them to brush her G-spot. Her head flew back against the pillow as she yelled Xavier’s name, then Colum’s, her orgasm striking hot and hard. Xavier’s strokes were relentless, drawing out her climax until she had no choice but to grab his wrist to stop it. It was that or die of bliss.
Annie didn’t exactly black out, but she’d allowed herself to drift for a little while, in no hurry to come down.
When she did, she realized Colum was still stretching Xavier’s ass, driving his three fingers in and out with an ease she might not have expected, given this was Colum’s first time playing the top with a man.
“There she is,” Colum said, his gaze lifting to her face, from where it had been focused on Xavier’s ass.
She smiled. “What did I miss?”
Colum returned her grin. “Nothing yet. I was waiting for you. Shift over here next to us.”
Annie moved lethargically, her energy level still zapped. She positioned herself on her side, her head resting on her hand at the foot of the bed. “This is much better,” she mused, pleased with the viewing spot.
While she and Colum shared a soft laugh, Xavier wasn’t in the right frame of mind to join in.
“Please,” he said, his tone as close to begging as she’d ever heard from the Frenchman. She lifted an eyebrow, but Colum wasn’t as amused as she was.
Instead, it looked as if he shared Xavier’s pain.
Grabbing a condom and the tube of lubrication, he squeezed some onto his palm before covering his own dick with both, slicking up the condom before guiding it to Xavier’s ass.
Xavier hissed when the thick head penetrated. Annie, spellbound, pushed up until she was kneeling next to them, only a few feet away.
“Fuck him,” she whispered, once Colum was seated to the hilt. He’d paused there, his eyes closing in what might look like pain if someone could only see his face. Annie knew better.
Colum opened his eyes at her demand, then set himself free.
“Christ almighty,” he grunted, as he began thrusting into Xavier’s ass. “So fecking tight. Never felt…anything…”
Xavier lowered his head to the mattress, holding himself on his elbows rather than hands. He’d begun pushing back to meet Colum’s forward thrusts, his usual eloquent vocabulary washed away, replaced with nothing but grunts and moans and mewls of pleasure.
Annie remained where she was, aware she’d never seen anything so sexy as her two men, coming together like this. Xavier had softened after the blowjob, but his dick was hard again. Reaching beneath him, she gripped it, stroking it, loving the way he trembled at her touch.
Xavier came first, a split second before Colum, whose body jerked so violently, it was as if he’d been struck by lightning.
Both men remained there, locked together for a full minute, trying to recover. She could relate.
Colum shifted first, grunting as he pulled out of Xavier’s ass. Xavier fell to the side, still gasping for breath.
“I died the little death,” he confessed. “And I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”
Colum grinned at Xavier’s admission, clearly pleased to think he’d brought his lover to the brink that way.
His grin was so infectious, Annie couldn’t help but smile herself. Xavier studied both of their goofy faces, laughing.
Annie wasn’t sure she’d ever experienced true happiness until this very moment.
Colum reached down, offering his hand to Xavier, who took it. Pulling him up, Colum crossed the room to a trunk on the far wall. “We’ll be needing to change the sheets and duvet cover.”
The three of them worked to tidy up the bed that they’d made very messy. Once it was covered with fresh bedding, Annie stepped next to Colum, bumping her shoulder against his arm.
“Where the hell did that sex god come from?”
Colum chuckled. “I’m a quick study. Googled some stuff while we were on the plane. Read a couple of Lila Dubois’s Checklist books. Have you ever heard of a TENS unit?”
“Holy shit,” Annie breathed.
“We created a monster.” Xavier glanced at Annie. “Are you as turned on as I am?”
“More,” she replied confidently.
Colum shook his head, grinning. “Go on with you.”
They took turns in the bathroom, cleaning up, before returning to bed together.
Annie lay with her head pillowed on Colum’s chest, her hand resting on his heart, her eyes closed. Xavier had claimed the other side. Her breathing slowed, and she was right on the cusp of sleep when she heard Xavier and Colum kissing. She didn’t open her eyes, didn’t interrupt their quiet moment. Instead, she was content to listen to the slow thud-thud-thud of Colum’s heart combined with the soft smacking of their lips together.
When the kiss ended, Colum whispered Xavier’s name. Just his name. But it was laced with so much emotion—sadness, desire, love—that Annie was overwhelmed with the need to comfort him.
Xavier got there first.
“It’s okay, Colum,” he reassured him in a soft, quiet voice. “We’ll figure it out.”
Figure it out.
Annie considered that, aware that there could be a happily ever after for Xavier and Colum. Eric thought of Colum as a brother, so it was possible the fleet admiral would undo at least part of Colum’s current marriage, especially if they hadn’t gone to the Isle of Man and performed the ceremony Xavier kept talking about. If Colum told Eric how he felt about Xavier, maybe Eric would switch out Sarah the knight for Xavier, and the trinity would be Colum, Xavier, and Nikolett. Xavier could move to Dublin and live with Colum. Then at least Colum wouldn’t be alone.
Alone.
Tiny fissures formed in her heart at the thought of leaving them. But those cracks turned to craters when Colum placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, and Xavier placed his warm hand over hers, grasping it lightly.
She’d never experienced love and heartbreak together at the same time.
And suddenly, Annie understood Wilde’s pain.
Poor Oscar.
No. Poor Annie.