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I am a pro and don’t hover—if Cian can’t breathe, that’s a him problem, and he will have to tap out. It’s possible he will have to because when he sucks my clit into his mouth, his nose is really close to Sullivan’s cock; in fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he can feel Cian’s exhale from his nose onto his balls, he is that close.
“You have nice balls, Van,” Cian says.
Sullivan grunts out his reply. “If you don’t close your fucking eyes and get to work, I swear I will hurt you.”
Cian laughs and gets back to sucking, nipping, and gently blowing on my clit while Sullivan thrusts hard. It’s so hard I swear I can feel him beating against my cervix. My pussy loves taking a beating, and cervix orgasms are the way to end a good session.
Sullivan keeps a steady pace. He knows I hate when they try to get fancy and gyrate their hips like a fucking stripper putting on a show. If you hear me make a noise, just keep doing what you’re doing. And that is what he does until he presses his thumb against my ass, and I push back—yes fucking please.
“FUCK!”
Sullivan isn’t the most vocal in the bedroom, usually taking his time to explore my body. But today with his cock beating my cervix and his thumb now in my ass, combining with Cian attacking my clit, my nerve endings are on fire, and I’m primed to explode.
When my body can’t take any more pleasure, it releases. My throat turns hoarse as I scream—no idea what, but probably not actual words—and my orgasm ricochets from the top of my head right to the tip of my toes.
Sullivan pulls me tight against him, his cock twitching inside me. Cian slips out from under me, his entire face wet and his smile radiant.
“Fuck yeah, now that is what I call a feast,” he says as I flop down onto the bed to catch my breath.
Sullivan steps back and nods at Cian, who smiles as if his mom said he can have cake for breakfast. He dives onto the bed and his hands wrap around my legs as he pushes them over my head. With a knee locked on each side of my head, I can’t move, and he doesn’t care; he thrusts hard into me and another moan slips from my lips.
“What’s that shit?!” he says and releases a leg quickly to smack my ass. “I want you to scream for me. Get ready to go hard and fast, because now I’m actually hungry.”
I snort. “Then shut the fuck up and pound me like you hate me.”
He nods, and he doesn’t relent as thrust by thrust another orgasm builds quickly, like they always do. I used to think back-to-back orgasms were a curse until I met the fucking O’Briens and now it’s a blessing because damn, can they all fuck. I love feeling stretched out and raw, the burn of muscles after a good workout. Cian and I come together, and he drops my legs before flopping his body on top of mine. “Let’s do that again later.”
I’m still laughing at him when Sullivan appears from the bathroom freshly showered, running the towel through his hair as he moves around the room toward his closet.
“He has a nice ass, doesn’t he?” Cian says.
Sullivan mumbles something under his breath about killing Cian in his sleep, but Cian just snorts.
“I think he has this idea in his head that I will try to slip my dick into his ass one day accidentally.”
“Actually, moron, I think you might try to touch my cock one day because you’re stupid like that, and while I really don’t want to kill you, accidents happen.”
“You’re a bit hairy for my tastes, but don’t worry, we can buy Harper a strap-on and she can fuck you if your ass is feeling neglected. We wouldn’t have a G-spot in our ass if we were not meant to utilize it, and with just a little rub on the prostate, you will come harder than you ever have in your life.”
“It’s true,” I say as Sullivan walks out of his closet fully dressed.
“I don’t give a fuck if leprechauns come out to celebrate the best orgasm in the world. You can both keep away from my ass.”
At his gruff response, Cian and I both dissolve into laughter.
“Fine,” Cian huffs. “I’m going to wake up Darragh and rub it in. Van, give the girl a shirt so she can come watch—he gets mad when I wake him.”
Sullivan picks up a shirt from the floor, where he must have taken it off last night, smelling it before throwing it my way. I bring the material to my nose and inhale—I love the way he smells.
“You can shower in here if you want,” he says.
“She won’t,” Cian says. “She likes to marinate in our man juices until after breakfast.”
“Fuck, Cian! That’s going too far, even for me, and I have pissed on a man.”
Cian chuckles as he pulls on his sweats. “Don’t lie to yourself—you know it’s true.”
“I’m going to make coffee,” Sullivan says, shaking his head at Cian.
