Epilogue #2
Albie paused his attentions on Tavish’s cock, his eyes darkening as he watched me squirm on Tavish’s face. Tavish squeezed my ass, spreading me wider, and I clenched my jaw so I wouldn’t scream.
“He loves the way you taste,” Albie said, giving Tavish’s glistening cock a leisurely stroke. “And I love watching him make you fall apart.”
I panted, my hips rolling as Tavish fluttered his tongue over my clit.
Albie moved forward, his dick bouncing as he moved up Tavish’s body. He went to his stomach, his cock lodged against Tavish’s and his face less than an inch from my pussy.
His warm breath fluttered over my sodden center as he smoothed his hands up my splayed thighs. “Do you want to know something else?” he whispered.
“What?” I breathed, rocking with Tavish’s wicked thrusts.
Albie smiled at me over the tops of his glasses. “I love your taste, too.” He sucked my clit into his mouth.
Pleasure melted my spine. I cried out, clutching at Albie’s golden waves as they licked me together, their tongues sliding over every private place between my legs.
Tavish kneaded my ass. Albie squeezed my thighs.
Hot, wet tongues stroked and flicked my opening, my labia, my asshole.
Eager mouths sucked at my clit. Every few seconds, their lips met, and they kissed each other between my thighs.
I rolled my hips, grinding wantonly on Tavish’s face.
Tavish growled, the sound vibrating inside me as he thrust his hips into Albie’s.
They rutted against each other, cocks glistening with precome.
I moaned, writhing between them. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending aflame.
They worked me faster, their tongues meeting in hot, wet kisses as they devoured me.
“I can’t…” I panted, my thighs trembling. “I’m going to…”
Tavish moved his hands to my hips and squeezed hard, locking me in place as Albie fluttered his tongue against my clit. I flew over the edge, a hoarse cry breaking from me as I shuddered against Albie’s mouth, my hips jerking and bliss sparkling in my veins.
When I finally went limp, they made their move, and I found myself cuddled on my side between them with Albie at my back and Tavish pressed to my front. Tavish pulled my topmost thigh to my chest, then hooked it over his shoulder.
“Ready for more?” he asked, gripping his cock and dragging the head up and down my pussy. My clit still buzzed from my orgasm, and I shuddered as he dragged his tip over it in slow, wicked circles.
“Yes,” I breathed, rocking my hips. “Please, Tavish.”
He pushed inside me with one smooth thrust, the stretch stealing my breath. He’d thoroughly prepared me, but it was impossible to ever be fully prepared for Tavish Ramsay’s dick. He knew it, and he held still as Albie kissed my neck and cupped my breasts.
“You’re such a good lass for us,” he whispered, pinching my nipple. His cock lodged in the crack of my ass, and he rocked against me, his hot, warm length teasing my hole. “Kiss me,” he demanded.
I turned my head and obeyed, and I moaned as I tasted myself on his lips. My body moved on its own, my hips rolling. Tavish began to move, his strokes slow and careful.
“More,” I gasped against Albie’s mouth. “Please, more.”
“Och, lass, I love when you beg,” Tavish said, and he snapped his hips forward, driving Albie’s shaft deeper into my cleft.
I cried out, desire and anticipation spiking hard. Albie reached between my legs and circled my clit with practiced fingers. Tavish dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
“Gods,” I moaned, my head lolling on Albie’s shoulder. My toes curled as Tavish’s thick shaft burrowed even deeper, the stretch melting into delicious fullness.
Albie smoothed a warm palm up the back of my thigh tucked over Tavish’s shoulder. He nudged my leg even higher, then rocked his dick hard against my ass. “Do you want me here?”
I nodded, shivering at the promise of having both of them exactly where I needed them. “Yes. Hurry.”
Tavish chuckled as he lifted his head from my breast. “She’s getting as bossy as you, sweet Albie.”
“You love it,” I told him as Albie twisted and rooted for lube in the bedside table.
Tavish’s smile was pure wickedness as he gave me a deep, thorough thrust. “Aye, I caught two bossy mates for myself.” His voice slid lower, and he darted his wicked look at Albie behind me. “Two needy sluts with greedy pussies.”
Gods, the mouth on him. I shuddered, my body clenching around him. “Maybe introducing you to modern slang was a mistake.”
“You love it,” Tavish parroted back at me. He followed his words with a deep thrust that nudged the perfect spot inside me. As pleasure bloomed hotter, Albie rolled back to me and slid lube-slicked fingers between my cheeks.
“Relax for me, love,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear as he worked one careful finger inside me.
I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder. Tavish stilled his movements, allowing Albie to prepare me properly. One finger became two, stretching me while Tavish peppered kisses across my collarbone.
“That’s it,” Albie murmured, pumping his fingers in and out of my ass. I shivered, my passage clamping, and he sucked in a breath. “Oh, fuck, Portia, you’re so ready.”
“Now,” I gasped, pushing back against his fingers. “Please, Albie, I can’t wait.”
Tavish withdrew halfway, and Albie positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my slicked ring.
“Easy,” Tavish murmured, stroking my hair as Albie began to push inside. “That’s it, lass.”
I inhaled sharply as Albie breached me, the initial burn giving way to a delicious fullness. He paused, letting me adjust to the intrusion, his mismatched eyes glazed with lust behind his lenses.
“Good?” he asked, his voice strained.
“So good,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”
He sank deeper, his cock filling my ass completely. Tavish moved at the same time, slowly pushing his dick back inside until I was stuffed with both of them. My breath hitched, my nerves singing with pleasure. For a moment I could only pant as I adjusted to the intrusion.
“You take us so well,” Albie whispered, kissing my shoulder. His glasses slid down his nose again, and he pushed them up with two fingers. The small, familiar gesture was so sexy and endearing. It was everything.
“You were worth traveling through centuries to find,” I whispered. Turning my head, I stroked Tavish’s firm jaw. “Both of you.”
Tavish pulled my hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss into my palm. “Let us love you, my queen.”
“Yes,” I said.
They began to move together, finding a rhythm that had me gasping in seconds. When Tavish withdrew, Albie pushed forward, ensuring I was never empty.
“Gods,” I moaned, my body trembling between them. Pleasure built with each coordinated thrust, molten heat spreading from my core to my fingertips.
Tavish’s dragon moved through his eyes, fire licking over irises that had gone midnight blue. “That’s it, lass. This is what you need, your pretty holes stuffed with your husbands’ cocks. You want it harder?”
“Yes,” I panted, bucking my hips. Driving my ass and pussy onto their cocks.
Albie’s fingers found my clit again, circling in time with their thrusts. Tavish captured my mouth in a searing kiss as they hammered into me from both sides. His tongue mimicked the thrust of his cock, and I shattered, screaming into his mouth.
They fucked me through the spasms, and then they were coming, both grunting as they spilled inside me. Tavish growled and dug his fingers into my thigh as he shuddered. Albie pressed his sweaty forehead against my nape.
For a long moment, we lay tangled together, catching our breath.
The men stirred first, Tavish carefully pulling my leg from his shoulder and massaging my calf.
Albie eased his cock from my ass, then rose and disappeared into the bathroom.
He returned with hot washcloths, and we traded soft smiles as he cleaned us up.
When the sound of distant laughter drifted from outside, the three of us looked at each other. Grinning, we rose and went to the window.
Mum played with the twins on the wooden playset my fathers had installed in the courtyard.
“Pirates?” Albie asked, eyeing Mum’s black felt hat printed with a skull and crossbones. Sorcha bolted down the slide with a plastic sword in her hand. Evie’s was covered in glitter stickers.
“Aye,” I said, smiling as Mum charged toward the girls with an exaggerated snarl on her face. They whirled and took off running, releasing delighted shrieks. Sorcha’s black pigtails streamed behind her. Evie’s chubby cheeks flushed pink as she ran.
I sighed, love swelling my heart until I thought it might burst. “They’re perfect.”
“‘Course they are,” Tavish said beside me. “We made them.”
Albie wrapped an arm around my waist. “Your mum told us she’d take the girls for the whole afternoon.”
I bit my lip, heat pooling low in my body. “She did?”
His eyes twinkled. “Aye.”
Tavish gave an exaggerated sigh. “Guess we’ll have to find a way to keep ourselves busy.”
I feigned a worried look. “Oh no, I can’t think of anything.”
Tavish belted out a warrior’s cry, then swung me into his arms. He tickled my side as he strode to the bed. “I have a few ideas, and I’m not going to be quick about any of them.”
Laughing, I looped my arms around his neck. “That’s okay. We’ve got plenty of time.”