Chapter 37 Sorcha #2
I break the kiss with Cillian, my head falling back against Axl’s chest as a moan rips from my throat.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe, not sure who I’m begging, but it doesn’t matter.
Ciar moves in, crowding in from the side, one huge hand tangling in my hair to tilt my head, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that’s pure possession, all raw power and heat.
His other hand dips between my thighs, joining Cillian’s, fingers teasing my entrance alongside his, stretching me further until I’m quivering, overwhelmed by the sensation of being claimed by them all at once.
Cillian rises, laying me out like a feast on the table, his fingers never slowing their punishing pace.
Axl leans over, his mouth closing on one breast, sucking hard while his hand pinches the other, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my clit.
Ciar breaks the kiss, trailing bites down my neck, his teeth grazing my collarbone as he murmurs, “You’re ours, Red. Every fucking inch.”
The orgasm shatters me, crashing down like a wave, my body arching off the table as I cry out, my pussy clenching tightly, my vision blurring with the intensity.
Cillian pulls his hand free, slick with my cum, and licks his fingers clean with a wicked grin.
“Tastes like trouble,” he says, an arrogant edge in his voice, before hauling me up and flipping me onto my stomach, my chest pressed to the cool wood as he drags me down, so my feet hit the floor.
Axl undoes his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He moves behind me, teasing my pussy with the head, before thrusting in deep.
I moan, soaking his cock as he pounds into me from behind, each thrust slamming deep and relentless, my body jolting against the table’s edge with every powerful snap of his hips.
Pleasure builds again, sharp and insistent, as Axl’s hands grip my waist, pulling me back onto him like he can’t get enough, his breath coming in rough grunts that mix with my own gasps.
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “Make me come again.”
He rams his cock into me as Cillian crouches to pinch and twist my clit.
I shatter with a cry, my pussy clenching around Axl, and he follows seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan, his cum flooding me.
He pulls out slowly, but Cillian lifts me and settles me onto his lap as he sits back in a chair.
“Ride me,” he commands, guiding me down onto his cock, and I sink onto him with a sigh, the stretch delicious after Axl’s pounding.
His hands roam my body, possessive and sure, as I move, rolling my hips in a slow grind that has him cursing under his breath.
I take control, fucking Cillian with deliberate, teasing strokes that build us both higher.
“You’re going to make me lose it,” he grits out, his fingers flexing on my thighs, but he lets me set the pace, his eyes locked on mine, full of that obsessive fire that softens only for me.
“Good,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him, my tongue tangling with his as I pick up speed, chasing the spark igniting again deep inside.
My pussy slams down onto Cillian’s cock with a rhythm that makes my thighs burn, the friction building that delicious pressure all over again.
His hands slide up to grip my waist, urging me faster, his breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts that match mine.
Ciar watches us from the side, his eyes dark and hungry, stroking his own cock lazily as if he’s savouring the show, waiting his turn.
The intensity in his gaze sends a fresh wave of heat through me, like he’s already fucking me with his mind.
“That’s it, Red,” Ciar murmurs, his voice a low growl that vibrates straight to my core. “Ride him like you own him.”
I do, grinding down harder, feeling Cillian’s cock hit that perfect spot inside me over and over, my body coiling tighter with every thrust. Axl kneels beside us, his fingers trailing up my thigh before dipping between my legs to rub my clit in slow, torturous circles, drawing out whimpers I can’t hold back.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says. “Dripping all over him. You love this, don’t you?”
I nod, words failing as the orgasm builds, fierce and unstoppable.
Cillian bucks up into me, meeting my movements with thrusts that jolt through my entire body, his grip bruising as he loses that iron control.
I shatter again, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me, my pussy pulsing around him.
He follows right after, groaning deep in his throat, his cum filling me as he holds me down, buried to the hilt.
Before I can even catch my breath, Ciar hauls me off Cillian like I weigh nothing, his massive arms around me. He spins me around, bending me over the table, my cheek pressed to the cool wood as he kicks my legs apart. “Good girl,” he rumbles, his cock nudging my entrance, thick and insistent.
I arch back into him, needy despite the exhaustion tugging at my edges.
He thrusts in with one smooth, powerful stroke, and I gasp at the stretch, the way he owns every inch of me.
His hands roam my back, one tangling in my hair to pull my head back.
He fucks me hard, each snap of his hips driving me into the table, the edge biting into my stomach, but I don’t care—it’s raw, it’s real, and it’s exactly what I need to drown out the chaos swirling in my head.
Ciar’s pace quickens, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers filthy promises, telling me how I’m his, how we’ll burn the world for each other.
The pressure builds impossibly fast, and when I come, it’s explosive, my whole body shaking as I clench around him.
He groans, slamming in one last time before unloading inside me, his body shuddering against mine.