Chapter 29 Verity
Verity
Conal's words hit me like a thunderbolt, sparking a flaming surge of heat between my legs. Leaving for the US was the farthest thing from my mind right now.
Would he really spank me if I didn't take a bite of the sandwich he'd made?
Was I willing to test the theory?
My stomach cramped. About the idea of eating something - anything - while I was so damned stressed, and also at the thought of Conal pulling my panties down and spanking me.
I'd read Fifty Shades. I mean, who hadn't? Nothing in those pages had made me want to explore BDSM or my submissive side, yet Conal's threat had unlocked something in me. A yearning desire to hand over control to him. Let him use me any way he wanted.
It was shameful, but his threat to spank me had turned me on, even though it hadn’t been that long since Ronan gave me a mind-blowing orgasm.
Slick arousal soaked through my panties. If he bent me over the bed, he'd see how wet they were. I blushed harder while my thighs trembled in anticipation and fear of what might happen next.
His gray eyes darkened as he waited to see what I'd do. I hesitated. The sandwich smelled good, but I knew that if I took a bite, there was a very real risk I might vomit it back up. Since I'd vomited all over Ronan once before, I wasn't about to make that mistake again with his brother.
"I can't eat it." The silence stretched between us as my words hit him. His throat bobbed.
I didn't dare look away from his face. Was he turned on, too? Or mad at my refusal to eat the stupid sandwich?
"Put the plate down, sweetheart." A shiver of need ran through me at the steel in his voice. Whereas Ronan teased, flirted, and overwhelmed my senses to the point where I couldn't say no, Conal held himself back. But I sensed the simmering volcano hiding beneath the calm, controlled surface.
Would he explode if I pushed him hard enough? A big part of me wanted to find out. So I did as I was told and waited for my next instruction.
"Bend over the bed, sweetheart."
I'd stripped my leggings off when I came back to my room. All I wore was a long, loose tee and some panties. Non-sexy panties, as I had very few items of clothing here - nothing that fitted anyway - and I drew the line at borrowing Saoirse's underwear.
Conal's eyes burned into me as I bent over the bed, my breasts pressed into the quilt. It smelled of fabric conditioner and Ronan. His fresh scent.
This was the point where I should have protested. Reminded Conal I was already sleeping with his twin. Told him I planned to fly to the US and stay with Thea. But the words didn't come.
Conal knew I'd slept with his brother. He could have walked away, yet he didn't. Clearly, he didn't care about overstepping boundaries or pissing his brother off.
Or worse, provoking another fight.
"Good girl," Conal murmured from behind me. The words sent another shiver of arousal down my spine so bone-deep I could barely breathe.
He pushed the edge of my tee up over my thighs. Slowly and deliberately, giving me time to say no, that this wasn't what I wanted. When I said nothing, he lifted it higher, exposing my ass.
For a moment, I froze. Would he laugh at my ugly panties, the white cotton ones with gray trim? But he stayed silent. Then his fingers brushed my hips. A fleeting touch as he grasped the elastic waist of my underwear.
"I need a safe word from you, sweetheart." Safe word? It took a hot minute to engage my brain.
"Peach." It was the first word that popped into my head.
I heard a chuckle. "Peach it is. If you feel uncomfortable or you want me to stop immediately, yell 'peach'. OK?"
"Yes." My breathing spiked as he tugged my panties down low enough to expose my fleshy ass cheeks. It should have been embarrassing. Shameful even. Conal and I had kissed, but nothing more. Yet here I was, bent over with my ass out. If anyone walked in, I'd die.
"Beautiful." Out of the blue, his hand hit my left cheek in a stinging slap. A loud crack echoed around the room. Heat followed the sudden shocking burst of pain. Then another crack on my right cheek. More pain and heat. I bit the quilt to smother my cries and whimpers.
Crack…crack…crack.
With each firm spank, the pressure between my legs grew. Conal made damn sure not to hit the same spot twice, so by the time he stopped on ten, my whole ass burned like fire.
"Good girl," he purred before rolling me over.
Tears streamed down my face from the shock and pain, but he wiped them away with his thumb and smiled.
"You did good, Peaches." When I sniffed and raised one eyebrow, he smirked. "I've decided Peaches suits you. Your ass looks like a ripe peach, all red and pink."
"It hurts," I whimpered. Not only did my ass burn, but I desperately needed to come.
"Let me make it better for you." He tugged my panties off and lay me back down on the bed. Before I could say a word, he'd pushed my thighs apart and buried his face in my pussy.
"Ohhhh!" My back arched as a powerful orgasm hit me seconds later. Wave upon wave of pleasure rolled through me, washing away the pain and releasing the dam of tension. I was so lost to the pleasure that I barely heard my bedroom door click open.
"I see you've had a change of heart, brother," Ronan said from the doorway.
Ronan's droll observation brought me back to my senses. What the fuck was I doing? I tried to scramble sideways while simultaneously covering myself with the comforter, but Conal had my legs pinned down.
"Guess I did," he replied, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. I blushed crimson, fully aware that fucking one brother and then allowing his twin to spank my ass and go down on me was probably a morally gray area.
"She tastes like heaven, doesn't she?" When I dared to look up, Ronan had crossed the room to stand near the bed, his hair damp from the shower. I noted the bruises on his face and winced.
"She does."
"Her pussy feels like heaven when I fuck her, too.
" I gulped at the feral look on Ronan's face, his gray eyes now darker than the stormy sky outside my bedroom window.
My breath hitched in my lungs as he pulled his tee off and dropped his sweats to the floor.
As usual, he wasn't wearing any underwear, so his cock sprung out, hard and leaking.
"Let me show you," he said with a dark smile.
Conal moved back while Ronan stepped between my shaking thighs. My ass still burned, but I ignored the discomfort. Was Ronan really going to fuck me in front of his twin?
Before I could ask, he'd reached down and ripped my tee in half. The fabric fell away, exposing my breasts. I heard Conal's sharp inhale and flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
My tits were on the larger side. Like the rest of me.
They'd gotten me a lot of attention over the years, much of it unwelcome.
Since I hated it when lecherous men ogled me, I tried to cover up where possible, opting for loose, shapeless tops.
The only time I deviated from this was when working in the bar in Italy because wearing tighter tees had helped boost my tips.
"Fuck me," Conal groaned, staring at my breasts like a starving man.
Ronan chuckled as he stroked his cock. Before I could prepare, he'd plunged inside my pussy. I screamed before a hand clapped over my mouth.
"You need to be quiet, Pixie," Ronan urged. "We don't want Declan to come running in here with his gun. The bastard might shoot me in the ass and that fucking hurts."
A panicked giggle escaped when I pictured Declan finding Ronan balls deep inside me, with Conal watching. My body liked the idea, however, which did not escape Ronan's notice.
"Fuck, she likes the idea of Declan catching us," he marveled in surprise. "I felt her little pussy clench around me when I said it."
I closed my eyes, ashamed. Were two guys not enough for me? Still, this was my ho phase, so I just needed to roll with it. Ronan removed his hand, and a scratchy chin grazed my breasts. When I reopened them, Conal stood watching me.
"We like to share, sweetheart," he rasped. "All of us."
The meaning in his words sank in and the universe stopped spinning for a second. Was he trying to tell they shared women with Declan? Surely not. Declan was way too dominant. I couldn't see him letting his younger brothers fuck his girlfriend.
Oh my God. Had these two fucked… Bridget?
My face must have projected my horror at the thought, because Conal chuckled.
"No, not Bridget."
"Fuck me. Don't invoke that woman's name. She's like fucking Satan. Speak the Devil's name and the demon shall appear."
Conal scoffed. "Pick our girl up and sit on the bed so she's facing me." He dropped his pants while Ronan pulled out of me and did as Conal instructed. I looked down to see Conal hard and ready for me. Like Ronan, Conal was fucking huge. Way bigger than my previous three pathetic lovers.
My heart rate spiked. Would they expect me to accommodate both of them…at the same time? No fucking way. Not fucking happening.
While I spun out in my head, Ronan pushed back inside me from behind, making me yelp. He felt different in this position, and I felt horribly exposed with my legs spread wide and my pussy on display.
"Does Pixie look good stuffed full of my cock?" Ronan asked his brother while palming my breasts.
"She'd look a lot better stuffed full of my cock," Conal grunted. His cock bobbed against his taut abs, making my mouth water. "But first, I want to taste her tits."
He bent over and took a hard nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, before switching to the other. Each time he sucked, Ronan thrust up inside me.
I whimpered, rapidly coming undone at the dual onslaught. The faster Ronan powered into me from below while Conal sucked and squeezed my breasts, the harder it was to cling on to my sanity.
When I fell apart, Conal swallowed my moans and then bent to suck my clit, rapidly propelling me into a third orgasm that went on and on and on, triggering Ronan's release.
I was barely conscious when Ronan lifted me off and placed me back down on the bed. Conal moved between my thighs and slid inside me, apparently not caring about the mess Ronan had left behind.
"You feel so damn good, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear as he pressed me into the soft mattress, taking care not to squash me under his bulky frame.
Each stroke sparked more pleasure. Pushed me higher. We came together in a rush of pleasure and I wondered if I'd died and gone to heaven because surely nothing in life could possibly be this damn good.