Chapter Twenty-Two #2
“So fucking beautiful,” he said and slid the vibe to my entrance to circle it there. It wasn’t big enough for me to enjoy penetration from it, but the vibrations were delicious as my pleasure abated.
“Ah, you guys started playing without me.” Cillian came into the room. Naked, erect, and his skin still peppered with drips from the shower. He scraped his hair back and kneeled on the floor between my legs. “But I get the gist of the game.”
I flopped against Finn, glad of his solid support behind me. My legs were still trembling and my heart thudding. A sheen of sweat sparkled on my brow.
“You have a perfect pussy,” Cillian said, trailing his fingertips up my inner thigh. He lightly touched my folds then slid down my opposite thigh, to my knee. “And I reckon it needs filling when you have your next orgasm.”
“Yes. I want that.”
“I think you need it,” Finn said and caressed my folds with the still buzzing vibrator. “Cillian.”
Cillian grinned up at me then fondled my pussy. He teased, stroking and exploring before slipping one long finger into my wet entrance.
I gripped him and moaned, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I craved the density of an absolute filling, so full that I felt totally owned and penetrated.
“You need to be patient,” Finn said. He tossed something at Cillian; a tube of lube. “You might need this.”
Cillian said nothing and set it aside.
I didn’t think it was necessary. I was soaking from my first orgasm, my greedy pussy dripping for him.
“You want this?” Finn rolled the vibe over my clit.
I moaned and gripped his solid thigh. “Again?”
“Hell, yeah, we’re only just starting this thing.”
“What…what is this thing?”
“Seeing how much you can take, doll. We want to know.”
“How much I can…oh yes…like that…” Cillian had given me another finger and gone deep, hooking around to stroke my G-spot. “Mmm…”
“Relax into it,” Cillian said. “I’m going to make you feel so good down here.”
“It already does… feel good.”
Finn concentrated on my clit with the vibe, and Cillian worked me inside. My belly tightened, my nipples were hard points, and my damp hair stuck to my neck and shoulders. All of my focus was on what they were doing to me, how they teased and gave, retreated and pushed me on.
“Keep watching yourself,” Finn said. “See how Cillian fingers you, how I touch you with the vibe. You are a goddamn vision of bliss, Rebecca, see yourself like this.”
“It feels blissful, and I’m going to…oh yes… more, Cillian more…”
He gave it and added another finger, stretching my pussy entrance and sinking deep.
The pressure in my clit was at spilling point, and I let myself tumble into ecstasy, pulsing around Cillian’s fingers and jerking onto the vibe. “Oh God, yes, yes.” I wailed and flung my head back, my hips canted off the bed, and I throbbed around Cillian’s fingers.
“More,” he said and pushed deeper into me, all four fingers, stretching me deliciously as I clamped and released around him.
“She can do this,” Finn said by my ear. “I know she can.”
“Do what?” I panted.
“Take more…his whole fist.”
“What?” I was breathless and stared down between my legs.
“You’ve taken two cocks, can’t be much more.” He spoke onto my temple.
Cillian’s fingers and the tip of his thumb were inside me. His knuckles and the shamrock on the back of his hand was all I could see with my thighs trembling against him.
“I’ll go slow,” he said, looking up at me, his eyes flashing with excitement. “And we’ll use this.” With his free hand, he coated his knuckles in shiny clear lube.
“I don’t know…I…” His fist? Fisting! Not something I’d ever been into. But oh, it felt so intense, so good to orgasm around such a thick invasion.
“We’re going to keep you coming.” Finn slid the vibrator over my distended clit again. “That way he can get all the way in. It’ll be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.”
“Oh God.” I shook in his arms, my breasts quivering and the flush of red spreading over my shoulders and up to my cheeks. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Trust us.” Finn circled my clit, over it, around it, working me to another orgasm that had been hovering.
I was on a roller coaster of ecstasy.
Cillian pumped gently in and out of me, his knuckles disappearing into my wet folds. I stared down at his shamrock, at the fine hairs coating his wrist, the tendons moving in his forearm with each shift of his arm.
“Relax, let him in,” Finn said. His cock was solid in the small of my back. He was enjoying himself.
I wondered when he’d fuck me.
“That’s it, come again,” Cillian said, adjusting his position and his erection bobbing upward, thick and solid and with a drip of pre-cum in his slit. “Fuck yeah.” Excitement laced his tone, and he gripped his cock, gave it a few rubs up and down.
Watching him tipped me over the edge, and my climax claimed me. A great wave of bliss that sent my pussy into new spasms around his fingers and knuckles.
As I came he went deeper, the lube easing his way.
I cried out, the stretching sensation just what I wanted. I’d always craved the absolute fullness he was giving me now. Coming around him was so dark and dense, electric, fulfilling in a new way.
Finn bit on my ear. “Good girl. Stay with it.” He didn’t remove the vibe, instead he kept circling my clit, dragging the tip over it and extending my orgasm.
I wailed and bucked, my pussy wept, and my stomach clenched. “More!” I demanded, lost to it, lost to them.
“Fucking hell,” Cillian said. “This is so horny.”
The pressure in my pussy increased, my entrance stretching to the max.
Unblinking, I stared down between my legs.
The shamrock had gone. Just Cillian’s wrist was visible.
He had his whole hand inside me, and I came and came, writhing and bucking, crying out, and clamping around the vast denseness.
Each pulse of my orgasm spiraled me into another, there was nowhere for the pleasure to release and it kept tumbling over itself.
He was masturbating faster now. Sweat dotted his brow and the hairs at his sternum. “Ah yeah,” he moaned. “Being inside you…like this.”
“Come with me,” I gasped. Tears leaked down my cheeks. I was in another dimension. Pleasure owned me. This was like nothing I’d experienced before
“Fuck yeah.” He gritted his teeth and rested his cheek on my thigh, his focus on my taut, stretched pussy. “Ah…fuck….fuck…yeah…” His hand on his cock moved wildly, a blur, and he came in several spurts that landed on the towel I’d discarded. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” he panted, “that…are you okay?”
“Yes. Yes…I am…oh but…”
Finn moved the vibe, and my body calmed, though still I throbbed around Cillian’s fist.
“You have no idea.” Finn tossed the vibe to one side. “How hot you are, how crazy with lust you make us.”
“I…I think I do…” I was struggling to catch my breath.
“Lie back,” Finn said, moving to the side and gently lowering me to the bed.
Cillian stayed inside me, and I gasped as I adjusted to the new angle.
“I need to come.” Finn got to his knees and grasped his cock. “Fuck, I need to come before my goddam balls explode.”
I clasped my hand over his ass cheek and squeezed.
He tipped his head back and groaned. “Ah yeah, fucking filthy little doll we’ve got ourselves, Cillian.”
“Hell yeah.” Cillian reached up and tweaked my left nipple, pulled it to a point.
I arched my back and watched Finn building to orgasm. It didn’t take long and he roared out his release, his cum landing in ropes over my lower abdomen and stringing through my pubic hair.
I was shaking, my pussy quivering, and I feared for the survival of my heart it was beating so fast.
Finn tipped forward and cupped my face. He kissed me, passionately, hungrily, making me feel like he’d never get enough of me.
I clung to him, totally owned by both him and Cillian. I was theirs and I couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else.
Not now.
“You enjoy that?” Finn murmured onto my lips.
“Yes.” I touched his cheek. “And Cillian is still…”
“I know, I’m still in you, but I’m going to pull out now,” Cillian said. “Take a deep breath, doll.”
I did, and he gently removed himself from my pussy, the thickness of his knuckles stretched my entrance and then he slid from me. Instantly, my pussy contracted and moisture gushed from me onto the sheet.
“Oh…I…”
“You came good and proper.” Cillian came up over me, alongside his brother. “And that was exactly what you deserved. You were brave today, coming to the fight.”
“I only want to be with you,” I said. “Wherever you are.”
“And we only want to be with you,” Cillian said.
“There’s no one else for us,” Finn added. “And there’s no one else for you. Any eejits who thinks they can take you from us…it won’t go well for them.”
“It would go decidedly downhill, rapidly,” Cillian whispered then kissed me, his long, strong body resting gently on mine as I came back to reality.
I melted into him, and my heart rate slowed, the hammering in my chest retreating.
Finn cupped my breasts then caressed my abdomen, spreading his cum on my flesh.
Cillian’s kisses trailed down my neck, and Finn took possession of my mouth, his lips letting me know that I was well and truly his.
Well and truly theirs .
I sighed and thanked my lucky stars for the way the summer had turned out.
I’d gone from being a workaholic with a stalker to a very satisfied, very adored woman with not just one man but two.
And what was more, they were two badass hot Irish fighters who’d do anything…
absolutely anything including killing…to protect me.
Yes, the twins being in my life and in my bed, had worked out very well indeed, and now I just needed to wonder about what other kinks they’d discover I had.