The blanket is ripped away from my body as he climbs further onto the bed. I’m not sure where this sudden burst of aggression came from, but I like it.

  A lot.

  As he lowers his hips, my knees are pushed apart, and he doesn’t waste any time undressing. He lifts his kilt, positions his erect cock at my entrance, and drives into me with a single, forceful stroke. We’re face-to-face as he pumps into me, and soon fingers are tangled in hair and arms are wrapped around bodies as we move together. It’s like we can’t get close enough to each other as he draws me in, his hips swinging so masterfully he’s hitting me in all the right places.

  He lifts off me, his hands gripping the headboard, using it for leverage as he fucks me harder than he ever has. Each commanding thrust of his hips sends quakes through the bed, crashing it into the wall and drowning out my jostled moans.

  Harder and harder he pounds into me until I’m worried the bed might break under the stress. “Craig, I’m so close,” I whimper, my voice jarred by his aggressiveness. He releases the headboard, dropping his body to mine, his kisses becoming more demanding, leaving a trail of incredibly sexy bites on my lips.

  Devouring me like a starving man.

  My hands wrap around him, pulling him closer as my hips rise to meet his every thrust. Sudden and intense, the orgasm takes hold of me, causing my body to spasm and unravel as I come undone. My nails leave trails of fire as they drag across his wide back. He breaks our kiss, his head snapping towards the ceiling in a shout as he buries himself into me.

  His hands return to the headboard, powering into me as he empties himself deep inside me. As his thrusts slow, he lowers back down and grips my chin again, gifting me with a signature sweet, patient kiss.

  So gentle it contradicts that rough fuck he just gave me, he pulls out of me, watching as his creamy cum slides out and pools on the sheets beneath me. “It’s a good thing I’m on excellent birth control,” I joke, “because with as much sex as we’re having, it would be my luck to get knocked up.”

  He chuckles as he wipes a warm towel across my skin, and I’m confused where he grabbed it from when he says, “Oh, we can’t reproduce with…” My eyebrows are high on my forehead as he trails off. He clears his throat, his laughter awkward and forced. “What I mean is, it definitely wouldn’t be ideal.” As he cleans me up, his touch is gentle and comforting.

  “Get dressed and let’s eat lunch.” He helps me into a purple short sleeved dress and we head downstairs, smelling something delicious wafting from the kitchen. As Craig pushes through the double doors, I realize it’s my first time stepping foot in here. Iain leans over one of the stainless-steel counters, looking into a steaming dish of food.

  He glances over at me and a smile spreads across his face, both of his dimples on full display, and I’m momentarily overcome with just how beautiful this man really is. My expression must reveal my thoughts, because he abandons the spoon and comes rushing towards me. His powerful hands grip my ass as he pushes me against the wall, crushing his lips against mine.

  Excitement flows through me at the prospect of what Iain might do to me while I still have Craig’s cum dripping down my thighs. His tongue is teasing as his fingers slide under my dress, sliding up the back of my legs. Disappointingly, despite the raging erection that he’s rubbing against me, he eventually relents and refocuses his attention on the meal he was preparing.

  His voice oozes with seduction as he reassures me, “Don’t worry, princess,” lips pulling into a sly smirk. “As soon as we get some fuel in you, you’ll be taken care of.”

  He arranges plates of steaming corned beef and cabbage, their savory aroma making my stomach growl as we enter the pub’s cooler atmosphere, settling into a comfortable booth. While we eat, I think of their whispered conversation outside my door, but I remain silent.

  Whatever is happening here is not my business, because I am nothing more than a guest who they have graciously taken in.

  Well, I’ve taken them in, too, I suppose.

  My eyes wander outside, glimpsing my car in the parking lot, exactly where I left it. “There’s not much traffic around here, huh?” I ask as I realize the streets are empty.

  “It’s a quiet town,” Iain answers easily.

  “How do you guys keep this place running with such small crowds?”

  They share a quick glance, a subtle interaction that I would have overlooked if I weren’t focused. Craig clears his throat before speaking up. “Well, we inherited the building, so we don’t have payments on it, and since we live here, it cuts back our living expenses drastically.”

  “That, and there’s a big Irish festival that happens in the fall,” Iain interjects. “We get a lot of business from that week that helps keep us afloat.”

  Their nods are deliberate and far too enthusiastic, focused on me like used car salesmen, leaning forward and waiting for me to be convinced by their sales pitch.

  I’m not.

  But I simply nod and continue eating my lunch. When I stop asking questions, I notice the visible relief on both of their faces. Conversation flows again as we finish our meal, and Craig takes charge, collecting the dishes and walking towards the kitchen. “Cook don’t clean!” Iain yells, to which he gets a middle finger response.

  Before I can even turn and face him, Iain hauls me into his lap, rekindling the fiery kiss from the kitchen. “Come here,” he finally says, guiding me to the back corner of the pub. In this quiet spot, there’s a comfortable couch and a couple of armchairs surrounding an unlit fireplace.

  He flops onto the couch, stretching out on his back, and invites me to climb on. With a sly grin, I position myself on top of him, straddling his cock, but he shakes his head in refusal.

  “Not down there, Regan. I want you on my face.”

  Chapter 9

  Iain

  “On your face?” she asks, her sweet innocence shining through as her eyes widen like plates.

  “That’s what I said.” An impish grin digs into my cheeks at her hesitance. “Come on, you’ll enjoy it just as much as I will.”

  As she nervously moves down my body, her weight settles on my chest, making it harder to breathe. The thought of that weight on my face, suffocating me in the most exquisite manner, makes my cock strain. “Keep on coming—all the way up here.”

  Finally, she hovers where I want her, her dress billowing around me and brushing my cheek, teasing me with a glimpse of what lies beneath it. My hand slithers up her leg, a knuckle grazing the wetness between her thighs.

  “Where are your panties at, princess?”

  “Figured I didn’t need them with as often as they were being pulled off me,” she responds, and a loud laugh barks out of me at her answer.

  She has a point.

  “Well, this has to go.” I tug on her dress, cocking my eyebrow at her. “Take it off.”

  “So bossy,” she mutters as she rips it over her head, putting all of her creamy skin on display for me.

  “Goddamn right,” I say as I smack her ass with a loud crack that makes her yelp. She lurches forward, and by a happy accident, positions herself right where I want her. “Lower yourself onto my mouth.” The throbbing in my cock is already driving me wild as I anticipate the taste of her, craving that sweetness on my tongue.

  She drops a few inches, but her hesitation prompts me to grip her thighs, pulling her closer. My tongue dances around her lips before drawing them into my mouth, and I continue my exploration towards her center.

  My tongue’s tip glides across her opening and clit, pressure so faint that she can barely sense it. Each repetition of this action frustrates her further, as she impatiently waits for me to devour her. When I move away, she grunts in irritation, and a deep laugh rumbles from my throat.

  “What’s wrong, Regan?”

  “You’re teasing me,” she whines, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

  My nose brushes against her clit as I nod, using that same soft touch. “I am, but do you know what would solve that problem?”

  “Hmm?” she asks as I brush her with my tongue again.

  “If you’d sit on my face like I asked you to.” Again, I tug on her thighs, and this time she complies. Her sweet, soaked pussy drops over my mouth, her flavor filling my senses as I lap at her, devouring her with my entire tongue.

  Encouraged by her faint mewl, I continue the motion a few more times, savoring the feel of her warm, slick skin. I rock my chin back and forth, desperately trying to bury my mouth even deeper.

  My tongue dances inside her, pushing as far as it can go, drinking up every drop of her intoxicating arousal. She’s so wet she coats my mouth, drenching my throat as I swallow.

  Finally, I give her what she’s been craving, tracing my tongue along her clit in deliberate, sweeping strokes, a chorus of moans coming from her throat. My lips surround her sensitive nub, drawing it in and out as my tongue covers it in slow swipes.

  She surrenders to me more easily now, her hips graceful and fluid against my mouth as I devote myself entirely to her, ignoring everything else around us. I retreat enough to speak, my breath still blowing against her as I do. “That’s it, ride me—swing your hips against my lips just like that.”

  “It won’t hurt you?” Her words are stuttered because I’ve already shoved my face back into her warmth, my tongue resuming its lashes.

  “No,” I say, backing up once more, “you can’t hurt me. Now fuck my face—I want to feel you cum on my lips again.”

  This time, she lets her weight drop and finds a rhythm as I eat her out from below. Her thighs bear the marks of my desperate touch as I dig my fingertips in, taking in all the sensations as my mouth ravages every inch of her.

  My head moves from side to side as I fight to get deeper, and the wetness that spreads across my lips and tongue is a welcome drink. With each swing of her hips, she becomes more relaxed, and I can’t control the way my body responds as my hips lift off the couch in sync with hers, the ache in my cock growing more intense.

  The closer she gets to detonating, the more breathy gasps and moans her leave lips as she rocks faster. Her once long and sweeping strokes have turned abrupt and choppy, and as she throws her head back, her long hair tickles across my chest.

  Each demanding roll of her hips against my mouth causes my hips to involuntarily move in rhythm, flexing upwards as my balls tighten and my cock throbs. My kilt has been displaced by the movement, exposing my pounding erection as it continues to thrust like she’s above it.

  My brain is mush and can’t compute what’s happening.

  Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she finally unleashes herself, shedding her inhibitions. She’s lost in the moment, her writhing body urging me deeper as my tongue licks everywhere at once. “Iain,” she whimpers, “oh fuck, oh fuck…” With a sudden arch of her back, her grip on my hair tightens, pulling me closer as she guides my mouth to match her rhythm.

  My body folds in on itself from the intense pressure building up in my cock.

  All at once, she lets out a loud cry as her climax crashes against my greedy mouth. My lips pound under the hammering force that overtakes her body. Her honeyed release floods me, fueling my desperation as I drink her in, parched and goddamned desperate to get drunk off her essence. I savor every drop as she fills my mouth, forcing my swallow.

  Once I do, my tongue darts back out, licking her as she rides me hard. The combination of her sweet taste, the warmth against my lips, and the quivering of her thighs against my cheeks is a sensory overload.

  It’s too much for me.

  The sound of my voice is muffled as I call out, pushing off the cushion. All the pent-up pressure explodes as my cock spouts off like a water fountain, my release erupting in waves. Hot cum shoots out of me in rhythmic bursts, as my muscles flex and my hips shove towards the ceiling.

  If my mouth were free, she’d hear the string of curses rolling out of me, astonished by the mind-blowing orgasm that’s powering through me with no direct contact. Every throb is lightning in my veins as I empty myself further.

  My climax is finally releasing its grip on me when she lifts off my face and I take a deep breath in.

  “Fuck, princess,” I rasp out, creamy drips still leaking out and my body weak from the intensity. “Goddamn, you just made me cum on myself!” As she turns, her breath catches in her throat at the sight of my erect cock, standing tall and reaching towards the sky, surrounded by a thick pool of my cum and more droplets sliding down its shaft.

  Craig’s voice breaks the silence, coming from the chair where he sat without our notice. “Did you seriously just cum in your pants like a horny teenager?”

  “No,” I respond, my breath still ragged, “I’m not wearing any. If we’re being technical, I just came in the air, not in my pants.”

  Regan giggles, the sound musical and light, and her eyes are serene as she gazes down at me. “You’ll have to teach me that trick,” she says with a sweet smile.

  “Wish I could. That’s never happened to me before.”

  “Never?” she asks again with those wide eyes that are as blue as the sky.

  “Never,” I confirm, squirming beneath her, trying to sit up but halted by the pressure of her hand on my chest.

  When she twists and leans forward, I suddenly realize what she’s about to do. “Let me freshen you up,” she says, sultry as fuck as her tongue darts out, lapping up every trace of cum from my crotch. She then covers my entire cock, sucking and slurping with enthusiasm until not a single drop remains.

  “Fuck, you two,” Craig groans, his kilt shifting up and down as he strokes himself underneath it. His eyes lock on Regan, mouth still surrounding my cock.

  “My turn.”

  Chapter 10

  Craig

  My palm glides along my hard length as I stand and make my way over to her. Regan’s mouth releases Iain, his heavy cock falling against his defined stomach with a slap. My knees drop on the couch in front of her, the cushion sinking under my weight. I unfasten my kilt and toss it over to one of the chairs.

  “It’s time for those pretty lips to be on me.”

  With a nod of agreement, she crawls towards me on all fours, keeping her body positioned over Iain’s legs, and allowing him a prime view. My cock is so hard that the veins are standing out, the head swollen and glistening from watching their display.

  My grip is tight as I offer it to her. “Clean me up, Regan.” With a flick of her tongue, she laps up the clear drops, then engulfs me in a single motion.

  Her gaze locks onto mine as she bobs, never breaking eye contact, her cheeks hollowing out with each powerful suck. “That’s it… you learned fast, didn’t you?”

  Her tongue flutters inside her mouth, swirling as she suctions, until she withdraws and seals her lips onto my head. The rough surface of her tongue drags across my sensitive tip as she treats me like a popsicle.

  Iain adjusts, rising to his knees behind her and watching as she sucks me.

  “Now my balls.” As the words escape me, I grip myself, stroking in a deliberate, unhurried motion. She obediently lowers her head, tilting and getting into position. With a curious touch, she slides her tongue up the center of my sack, testing my reaction. “Pull the whole thing in your mouth, Regan. You won’t hurt me.”

  She opens and draws me in, enveloping my sack in her wet warmth. The sensation of her lips and tongue is goddamn exquisite, making me lose control as I involuntarily pump myself harder, eyes rolling back in my head.

  She’s thoroughly enjoying the experience, slurping and moaning until she allows my soaked balls to slip out from between her lips. Afterwards, she takes my cock back into her ravenous mouth, and my fingers become entwined in her hair, holding her in place as I thrust into her.

  Iain pumps himself behind her, having removed his kilt as well. He probably realized it could stand up on its own after he saturated it.

  Fucking hands-free orgasm.

  Unreal.

  “Sit down,” I tell her, almost laughing at the disappointment on my brother’s face as I take away his view. “Come here, Iain.” His expression changes to one of intrigue as he scoots closer until we flank her like a cock sandwich. “Now suck him,” I say as she instantly turns and follows my order.

  She draws him deep into her mouth as he rocks his hips. “God, that feels so fucking good,” he groans as she focuses on his head. Her thighs rub together as she squirms on the couch, seeking her own relief.

  “Back on me.” Her spit glistens on his straining cock as she switches positions, her mouth stretching wider to accommodate my thicker size. My tempo increases, pulling out until her lips barely maintain their grip, then forcefully slamming back in with such force my balls slap against her chin with a smack.

  With a tight hold on her hair, I drag her off me and twist her head, shoving her back onto Iain’s cock. Her gag reflex subsides as she adapts to his longer size, recovering as he intensifies his thrusts.

  “That cushion will be soaked from your sweet pussy, Regan,” I groan as she sucks him harder. Another yank returns her to me, and I’m throbbing and desperate for release.

  “Listen to me,” I say, my words punctuated by the wet sounds of my movements inside her mouth. “Suck me as hard as you can, until I fill your mouth. Do not spit it out, and do not swallow. Hold it in your mouth. Do you understand?”

  She nods, squirming more urgently. With a tight grip on her head, I drive myself deeper into her mouth, my body charged with raw energy. “Now, suck harder.” She pulls with such force that it hurtles me to the edge. “Fuck, that’s it,” I gasp, my rhythm becoming shallower and more fragmented until the coil within me finally snaps and all the built-up tension concentrates in my very core.

  A loud curse hisses from my lips as I detonate, surging forward as I impale her, and my release pours out in thick bursts. After the initial intensity, I pump my hips again, relishing my cock sliding in and out of her mouth as the waves subside.