Chapter Nine
Rebecca
The afternoon and evening passed by in a series of movies and snacks. My long gray sofa was big enough for all three of us to sprawl on, and now in my own lounging clothes, and not Amy’s, I was much more comfortable.
“Should we stay the night?” Finn asked, looking up from where he was giving me a very thorough foot rub.
Our gazes connected. Was it a loaded question? What was he really asking?
“Just, you know,” Cillian said. “If you don’t want to be alone, like. We’ll stay.”
“You’re right, I don’t want to be alone.” I reached for his hand and intertwined our fingers, then studied the way his big ones bent over mine. “But that’s not the only reason I want you to stay.”
Neither man spoke.
“I think we can consider this afternoon a second date, don’t you?” I smiled, just a little.
“In the name of the Lord, yes to that,” Finn said, his warm palm sliding from my ankle and under the hem of my pants, onto my shin. “And a good second date, too.”
“You’re an amazing cook,” Cillian said.
I laughed. “I was told a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
“Yeah, and his cock.”
“Cillian.” I burst out laughing.
“Get used to us, we say it how it is.”
“I’ve noticed.” I stood and went to the window to stare outside. It was twilight, and a blackbird was singing his last song of the day. “I’m going to take a shower, then go to bed.” I turned. “One of you can join me…or both.”
I didn’t wait for them to answer. Instead, I turned and sashayed out of the room, knowing full well they were both ogling my ass.
“It’ll be both of us,” Finn called. “’Cause we’re both gonna fuck you all night long. Fuck you so good you’ll only want us forever, we’ll ruin you for all other men.”
I paused. Opened my mouth but couldn’t think of anything to respond with so shut it again.
Climbing the stairs, my excitement winged through me. They flicked from lazy chat to dirty promises, and that flip around was such a turn-on my pussy was already dampening.
As I hunted out a sexy little leopard-print negligee, I remembered how good Finn had been in the stationery cupboard. I certainly got the impression he knew his way around a woman’s body.
And Cillian.
Yes, I’d put money on him being talented in that department, too.
I showered, slathered on vanilla body cream, and pulled on the negligee. It showed off my deep cleavage and nipped in at my waist. I added a pair of black lace knickers, piled my hair high, and dotted some Chanel on my wrists and behind my ears.
There was movement outside my bedroom door. Voices. The shower. The linen door opening and closing, presumably for towels.
I shut the curtains, lit a lavender candle, and lay on the bed, my hand propped under my chin.
No, that wasn’t right, too staged.
I rolled to my belly, crossed my ankles and reached for a book. They’d get a good view of my ass when they came in.
“Damn it.” That wasn’t right either. My boobs were my best feature in this outfit. I should show them off.
I spun around, tossed the book to one side, and sat. I hoisted up my cleavage and fluffed my hair.
The door opened.
Cillian stepped in with a white towel fastened around his lean hips.
I swallowed, and excitement fluttered with more gusto in my belly.
The man was gorgeous. All solid lean muscle, long limbs, and perfect skin.
The tattoo on his hand was all the ink he had, though there was a scar over his right pec, long and silvery.
He’d washed his hair, and it stuck up messily, only adding to his sex appeal.
He let out a low whistle. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, you’re a sight to behold.” He made a cross over his chest. “And forgive me, Father, because I intend to sin all night long.”
I giggled as he walked toward me. But the sound stuck in my throat when he dropped his towel and took his long, thick cock in his hand. His pubic hair was as dark as that on his head, and he had a gold ring through the tip of his erection.
My eyes widened.
“You seen one of these before?” he asked.
“Not…not in real life.”
He tugged it, stretching the slit. “It’ll feel good, inside you, rub that sweet spot of yours.”
“So you got it out of generosity to your lovers?” I couldn’t stop staring at it. The gold was thick with a small bead in the center.
“It’s good for me, too.” He reached for my hand. “It’s good for me when you touch it and when I’m inside you. Play with it.” He set his cock in my open palm. “You won’t hurt me, it’s been there for years.”
“Okay.” I stroked my thumb over the metal and then around his glans.
He moaned softly and cupped my right breast, stroking over my taut nipple. “You’re incredible, like all my wet dreams and fantasies rolled into one.”
I slid my fingers down his cock then up to the tip again.
“Ah fuck.” He dipped down and caught my mouth in a hungry kiss.
I moaned, and he hardened further in my hand. It had been a while, and I was hot for it. Hot for him.
He pressed me down to the bed, his hands roaming over the silk of my negligee. “This is so pretty,” he murmured, kissing over my cheek to my neck. “And you smell fucking awesome.”
I cupped his ass cheeks and spread my legs, wanting him inside me.
“Not so fast.” He leaned back and stared at my breasts.
They were straining against the lace neckline.
“I need to explore you.” He pulled the negligee downward, exposing my breasts and my dark nipples. “And I need to kiss you…all over.”
He took my right nipple into his mouth.
I arched my back and slid my fingers into his hair. My nipples were so sensitive and his warm wet mouth divine on them.
“You started without me.” Finn was at my side, naked, gorgeous, his eyelashes still damp from the shower. “But I can catch up.”
He kissed me, a gentle dance of his tongue with mine.
I ran my hand into his hair and did the same with Cillian. The sensation of two mouths on me was thrilling, and a jolt of longing went through my pussy.
“How many times do you want to come?” Finn whispered onto my lips.
“Lots…it’s been months.”
“Well, a few days.” He winked at me. “Since the courthouse.”
“You know what I mean. Since I was in bed with…and oh…” Cillian was slipping lower.
He tugged my knickers down, then off, and tossed them aside. So much for carefully choosing them to be admired.
“So fucking sexy.” Finn filled his hand up with my right breast. “Every inch of you is to die for.”
“Don’t do that,” I managed, sliding my hand down his chest, over his abs and to his cock. I took it in my fist.
“Ah yeah…” he said, his eyes fluttering closed. “I’ve been waiting to feel your hands on me.”
He wasn’t pierced like his brother, but he was every bit as hard. I was in for one heck of a special night.
“Like this,” Cillian said. He placed his hands on my inner thighs and spread my legs wide.
A moment of self-consciousness gripped me. He was staring hungrily at my pussy, his eyes wide and his tongue stroking his bottom lip. My pelvic muscles clenched, and a quiver set up in my clit.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself,” he said then licked his lips. “I know I will.”
He dragged his tongue through my folds, slowly, thoroughly, and groaned softly.
I closed my eyes, and my hand stilled on Finn’s cock.
“He feel good down there?” Finn asked.
My outward breath stuttered. Cillian had found my clit and was sucking it into his mouth as he flicked it with his tongue.
“Oh God, yes…” I curled my toes. “That’s it.”
“No rushing tonight, doll,” Finn said, smoothing my hair from my brow. “You can take as long as you like.”
“With him…fuck…doing that…?” Already the pressure was building. The spark of an orgasm had ignited. My heart was racing, and sweat peppered my cleavage.
“You’re so responsive.” Finn captured my right nipple between his thumb and finger. He tugged it to the point of pain. “I love that about you.”
I groaned.
“Too much?” Finn asked.
“No…no, give me it all.”
He chuckled. “You hear that, Cillian. She wants it all.”
Cillian didn’t reply, but he did find my entrance and ease two fingers inside me.
It was just what I needed and I clenched around him, aware of how wet I was.
I was writhing on the bed, desperate for the climax that was racing toward me. My entire body was alive, on fire. I bucked my hips and then pushed onto Cillian’s fingers.
“Come,” Finn ordered. “Come now, you’re so close.”
I was panting, my pulse raged in my ears. Cillian didn’t let up; if anything, he worked me with more enthusiasm.
And then it was there, a blissful moment of suspension before ecstasy raced through my veins and sent me into a series of total body spasms.
I cried out, long and loud, and reveled in the pure satisfaction of coming on Cillian’s tongue. He fucked me with his fingers, and I clasped him deep inside.
Pleasure held me hostage, and I spasmed and shook. Pure male strength surrounded me, and I felt owned by them, adored by them.
“Yeah, that’s it…” Finn smoothed my hair from my forehead.
I stared into his eyes, my body convulsing. “Oh…oh…fuck…”
He grinned. “Yeah, you’ll get that, too.”
I squirmed, and Cillian lifted, withdrawing his fingers from my wet pussy.
“Thank you,” I managed.
“For letting me eat your pussy?” He chucked. “I should thank you, your girl cum tastes fucking amazing.” He wiped the back of his hand over his shiny mouth.
I was still breathing fast and I reached for his cock, and gripped Finn’s, too. I set up a steady rhythm, jerking them both off, exploring their lengths and solidity.
“Ah yeah.” Cillian placed his hands on his hips and let his head fall back. “Like that.”
My fingertips tickled his balls on the downward stroke, and I did the same to Finn.
He also moaned and raked his hand through his hair.
It was clear I’d been a very good girl in a previous life to have two such impressive cocks to play with.
Pushing up, I took Cillian’s into my mouth. The metal ring was cool and dinged gently against my teeth. It was new and exciting, and I took him deep into my mouth.