Chapter Thirty-Seven
Rory
This is incredible, like I’m feeling too much, like I’ll come apart, dissolve, and I’ll be thankful for it because everything they do, every touch, every moment, every kiss and word and look fills me up, makes me whole.
“I want you,” I tell Shai. I need to feel him inside me, need the stretch, to feel possessed, grounded, complete.
“Me too, baby,” Ollie whimpers. “I need you so much,” he tells Cillian.
“Should we get our boys all opened up for us?” Shai asks Cillian, adding another layer to the fortification of me.
“Fuck yes. Then we get to breed them together,” Cillian answers.
“I love it when he comes in me,” Ollie says. “Love to be full of Cillian.”
“It’s so fucking good, Bunny. I’d walk around full of Shai’s cum every second if I could.” I turn to Shai, heart trying to break through my chest and into his. “How do you want us? You know how hungry my hole is.”
He chuckles. “I do. How about on your stomachs first? I really need to eat you out.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me how good it feels to get your ass eaten,” I tell Ollie as I lie down.
“I thought you could tell by how I lose my mind when Cillian does it to me,” Ollie answers, joining me.
“I love to have my face in his ass, my tongue up his hole as far as it goes.” Cillian runs his hand along Ollie’s thighs.
“My fucking cherry. So sweet.” Shai spreads my ass cheeks, rubbing a finger over my rim.
“Put your tongue in it,” I order.
“He’s my bossy boy,” Shai tells Cillian.
“But he’s a good boy for you too, isn’t he? Just like Ollie is for me.”
“Yes…so good,” Shai says. “Just like you are for him, Ollie.”
His eyes flutter, Ollie enjoying the praise. “I like to watch you with him…see how happy you make Rory.” His gaze connects with Shai’s. “I’m so glad it’s you.”
“I’m glad it’s you too,” Shai answers, and then he’s got his face in deep, licking and swiping at my hole.
Pleasure shoots through me, ricochetting, a pinball bouncing around in the machine.
I fuck my aching dick against the bed, reach over and grab Ollie’s hand, holding it while Shai and Cillian pleasure us, and somehow it feels like they both are, like Shai is giving Ollie a part of himself and I’m getting some of Cillian.
“Stretch me. Open me up,” I demand, my words harsher than Ollie’s, “Please, baby. I need more.”
Both Shai and Cillian curse. “Is there lube in here?” Shai asks.
“Nightstand,” I force out.
He grabs it, squirts some onto his fingers, and then I look over my shoulder to see him squirt some onto Cillian’s too, the two of them working together. It’s such a rush.
The first time the three of us were like this was the best moment of my life.
I wasn’t sure how to act, what to expect, nervous and more emotional than I let on.
I didn’t think anything could be better than that, and then I met Shai, and every moment with him was something special, something different, healing parts of me I didn’t think would ever be healed.
Now this…I don’t have the words for this, so I just push my ass back against him, moan when he pushes a finger into me. Ollie’s hand is still in mine, his hold tighter by the second as Cillian opens him up.
“How many fingers do you have inside him?” Cillian asks.
“Three,” Shai answers.
“Me too.” Cillian’s voice is husky with lust.
“It’s enough. Give it to us. Do you need it too?” Ollie asks me.
“So fucking much. Fuck me, pet. Show me…and them…I’m yours. Let them see how you love me.”
Shai curses, and then, as if some conversation had gone on that we don’t know about, they’re positioning Ollie and me on our hands and knees, facing each other.
I look into Ollie’s eyes, then Cillian’s, before the blunt head of Shai’s pierced cock is pushing inside me.
Ollie’s eyes roll back. He bites his lip as Cillian fills him too.
“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.
“You should have woken me up.”
“Then I couldn’t watch you sleep.”
He smiles. “I love how obsessed you are with me. I’m just as obsessed with you.”
I kiss every bruise again, take his mouth, make sure he knows he will always belong to me. “Do we need to talk about what happened with Ollie and Cil?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I know what it was, and we both know who we belong to.”
“Yes, we do.” I grin.
“Come on, Cherry. Let me wash you again, and then I’d like to go check on my mom if you don’t mind.”
“Anything,” I answer, and we both know I mean it.