Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
A shiver races through my entire body, and goosebumps dance across my skin. This is really going to happen. They are going to fuck me at the same time.
Wait.
“We’re not above some double penetration, babe.” Seamus must see the panic etched on my face. “But you aren’t prepared to take us like that.”
“But we’ll make sure you get there, ár fraochún beag.” Kiernan slaps my ass. I jolt forward with a small moan, relishing the bite of pain that goes deliciously with the fingers rubbing against my clit.
Seamus kneels in front of me, his large erect cock standing at attention before me.
“Someone owes me her pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” He smirks, sidling closer until the head of his cock is pressed against my mouth. I lick my lips, then eagerly drag my tongue around the silken head. The salty taste of precum fills my taste buds as I suck the tip into my mouth.
Seamus groans, his hips jutting forward so I can take more of him.
Unlike with Kiernan, he lets me explore, giving me time to adapt to having the piercings in my mouth.
Moaning at the feeling of his brother fingering me from behind, I draw my tongue down the underside of his shaft, relishing the contrast of his silken skin and the harsh metal of the barbells, until I reach the last piercing and slowly trail back toward the tip.
Another harsh slap on my ass, a deep moan from me, and then suddenly, Kiernan pushes into me without warning. The thrust drives me forward, rocking me harshly enough to push his brother’s cock deeper in my mouth.
Startled, I cry out around Seamus’s shaft, the vibration of my throat causing him to release a low growl. One hand tangles in my hair, his hips thrusting forward at the exact time his brother buries his cock inside me again.
The twins set the pace. Kiernan, whose pierced cock is better than any ribbed toy I’ve ever played with, rubs against my walls so sweetly I barely have time to process the orgasm that washes over me like a tidal wave.
I come hard.
Like Tsunami hard, writhing on the bed as the twins continue to use my body for their pleasure. My pussy tightens and pulses around Kiernan’s cock, the piercings scraping against my oversensitive flesh, nearly sending me into another orgasm straight away.
Seamus reaches down and cups one of my tits, kneading it, plucking at the nipple before moving onto the next one. “Fuck, wildcat, you’re so beautiful when you come.”
My cunt tightens at the praise, and Kiernan groans.
“So tight mo fraochún beag,” he grunts. “So hot. You take me so perfectly. Like you were made for me.”
Another moan from me.
There is definitely something wrong with me.
More than just the obvious Stockholm syndrome.
Even my inner feminist isn’t fuming at the fact that he is calling me his whore.
Yeah, I finally managed to look up what the smug bastard has been calling me in Irish and I can’t be mad.
It’s the truth. I am a whore. Their whore.
I can’t find it within myself to feel humiliated by that.
Kiernan’s hips stutter behind me, his thrusts growing erratic as he struggles to contain his own orgasm.
Even Seamus has slowed the bobbing of my head on his cock before removing it completely.
His brother’s grunts grow louder behind me as he slams into me like a feral rutting animal.
Once. Twice. Three more times before he pulls out, his hot cum spraying across my lower back.
“Fuck,” he swears, collapsing against me, not caring about the jizz he is leaning into. “So tight, darling. So beautiful.” I preen under his praise like the sick fuck I apparently am.
“My turn.” Seamus grins deviously as he pulls me onto the bed until I am straddling his lap.
Without preamble, he spears me with his cock, bouncing me up and down, filling me again and again.
I can feel the heat of Kiernan’s chest pressed up behind me, his hands caressing down my back, along my hips.
“Fuck.” My moans increase in volume when he strikes my ass. His fingers slip between my cheeks. Seamus, sensing his brother’s intentions, leans back against the mound of pillows behind us, taking me with him, baring my ass to his brother.
“Has anyone fucked you here, baby?” Kiernan questions, his finger sliding over my back hole.
My entire body clenches, and I cling to Seamus tighter as I feel the sharp sting of his finger penetrating my ass.
He pulls me away from his brother, his hand on my throat as he forces his finger in and out of me.
“Oh, god,” I practically scream. The sensory overload is almost enough to send me right over the edge into a third orgasm that I don’t know if I’ll survive.
Seamus plows his cock into my pussy from beneath me, his piercings giving me that delicious tingle, his eyes watching the point where our bodies collide with rapt fascination while Kiernan’s finger in my ass creates an almost exquisite burn.
“Come for us, a stor,” he growls in my ear. “Come with his cock in your cunt and my finger in your ass.”
Screaming their names, I buck harder when the hand around my throat disappears, only to pinch my clit.
The blissful assault the twins are dealing my body sends me soaring toward the heavens as I chase the starry haze of my orgasm.
Another tidal wave of euphoria washes over me again and again, my chest heaving and heart racing.
By the time the waves settle, I am sweaty, breathless, and completely spent.
“Good girl,” the twins grunt in unison, the praise almost enough to send me flying back over the edge. Kiernan doesn’t remove his finger from my ass as his brother continues to fuck me.
“Fuck, yes,” Seamus groans, lifting me off his cock in one smooth motion. Kiernan’s finger pops from my ass, and he holds me in his arms while his brother’s cum splashes against my stomach.
I let my body relax into Kiernan’s broad frame, closing my eyes and letting the residual hum of my orgasm seep through me as my pussy spasms with the aftershocks.
The bed shifts as Seamus stands. The faint sound of water running sweeps through the quiet room, and I feel him return.
Opening my eyes, I watch him gently wipe at my stomach, thighs, and back, his emerald eyes luminous while he does. His cock is already half hard again.
“Go hálainn,” he whispers before gently kissing my lips. Beautiful. That is a word I know, and they say it a lot. My eyes well with tears at how many times they have called me that in the last week. I’ve never been called beautiful before. Not by Drew or my family.
Sleep is approaching, but I fight it back, blinking rapidly to keep it at bay as thoughts of what’s to come flood my mind. The brothers must feel the sudden stiffness in my body, because they hold me tighter to them.
What if something happens to them? What if I lose them?
“You will never lose us, wildcat. No matter what, we will always find you,” Seamus whispers as he snuggles in behind me, the heat of his body providing a safe, warm cocoon, with Kiernan at my front.
“Sleep, ár shíorghrá.”
Something in the way he says those words weighs heavily on my tired soul. I don’t know much about the Irish language, but I know a whispered profession when I hear it.
Something about tonight had changed things for us. There is no going back from here. This connection, whatever it is between us, isn’t something I can just walk away from. I will always want them. Always need them.
Together.
Because having just one of them would be like having half of my heart.
The other half would simply be dead and broken.