Page 87 of Three Irish Kings
After all this time,I’ve been delegated to sit and watch as I stroke myself. Truth is, I can’t even begin to care. It’s sohotwatching Isla get double-teamed by my two best friends.
And since I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen for her, what does that say about me?
Am I into cuckholding, now? I guess I am, because I moan when I take myself in hand, pumping myself slowly to not bust too quickly.
Isla moans as she draws Cillian into her mouth.
He grunts and thrusts forward, making her gag.
He gasps, looking concerned, but Isla’s a trooper, just keeps going.
He puts a hand loosely in her hair, guiding her without pushing her head, and Liam fucks her in low, strong strokes from behind.
This is much better than watching porn, and I have to pace myself if I don’t want to embarrass myself by coming too soon, like a teenager.
I grip tight at my base.
I know what they are both feeling. I’ve had her mouth on me and I’ve owned that tight pussy.
Fuck, Liam’s right. Isladoesspoil me, but that’s kind of our thing. She spoils me, I spoil her.
It’s the way it should be. The way itwouldbe if I’d been allowed to take her home that first night we’d met, if everything hadn’t gone so sideways.
But it did, and now she’s... what? Our pet? She’s so much more than that to me, but I don’t want Liam knowing. I know he’ll judge me, try to keep me from her.
Even though I can tell he’s got it bad for her, too. Liam never makes friends, and here he is, sharing books with Isla, having conversations with her.
“Fuck.” Liam’s hand lands hard on Isla’s ample ass cheek again as he thrusts into her. “I'm not gonna last long."
“Me either,” Cillian rasps, and I’m panting myself, but I hold off.
“I’m coming. I’m coming I’m coming!” Isla’s shout reverberates through the room, and I groan low in my chest, moving my hand away from my cock because I know if I keep going I’ll be done for.
“Such a tight, wet pussy, Jesus,” Liam manages before slamming into her hard and growling.
Cillian, on the other hand, is spilling all over her mouth and face, and Isla’s tongue licks out to collect it from her lips.
Liam gets up to get a washcloth to clean her up, but I take it from him.
I want to be the last thing she sees before she inevitably takes a nap. She always does after a few orgasms, and she’s been a little sickly the last couple of days, pale and not eating like usual.
I gently clean off her face, and she looks down at my erection, which I haven’t done much about.
“Dare,” she whines. “You didn’t get off.”
“So what,a ghrá?We took care of you, didn’t we?”
She collapses onto her stomach, and Cillian heads to the bathroom. With her lying alone, I slide into bed with her.
Isla rolls over, spreading her thighs, and I can see the glistening of her and Liam on her sex.
“Use me,” she whimpers, and what am I supposed to do? Deny her?
I couldn’t deny her anything, not on my best day.
I guide myself into her, slow because Liam was rough with her.
As he sits on the other side of her, I start pumping slowly into her, looking into her eyes.
