I’m still sitting in Shane’s office when Conor saunters into the room with a huge smile on his face. He’s been in bed for over ten hours. He’s wearing just a pair of shorts and his magnificent torso is on full display as he stretches and yawns. “That was a fucking epic sleep,” he groans.
“Glad to see you’re back in the land of the living,” Shane smiles at him.
Conor nods. “The twins are helping me out tonight, so you two will have the place to yourselves.” He walks to the sofa and flops down onto it.
“Liam too?” I ask.
“Yes.” Conor rolls his eyes. “He is desperate to feel useful, so I promised him he could do some paperwork in the office for me. I’ll keep an eye on him the whole time. Don’t worry.”
“Now that he’s back on his feet, there will be no stopping him, Jessie,” Shane says with a smile. “You might need to distract him a little more to keep him up here in the apartment.”
“Fuck! I wish the Russians had kidnapped me this time,” Conor says and both he and Shane laugh out loud.
“That’s not funny!” I reprimand them and try to stop myself from smiling, because it is so good to see them laughing together like this.
“Come here, Angel,” Conor says, and I walk over to him before he pulls me down onto the sofa, so I’m sitting with my legs over his lap. “We’re just kidding. We promise never to let anyone kidnap us. Okay?”
I roll my eyes and shake my head as they continue laughing.
Shane’s cell phone rings and he answers it, leaving Conor and I to talk between ourselves. “I’m sorry if I seemed distant this morning,” he says, brushing the hair back from my face.
“You weren’t. I know you’re busy. I just miss you.”
“I miss you too. I have to work again tonight, but then I’ll take tomorrow off, and you and I can spend the day and night together. How does that sound?”
“That sounds good.” I smile just as Shane ends his phone call and stands up from his chair. He walks toward us and I see him and Conor share a look that I don’t quite understand, but that makes goosebumps prickle all over my body.
Suddenly, Conor turns me in his arms, so I am sitting over his lap, facing frontwards, with my thighs draped over his and my ass against his groin. “We need to talk about this morning, Angel,” he murmurs in my ear as Shane reaches us.
“What about this morning?” I say as my pulse thrums against the skin on my throat where his lips are resting.
“I can’t have you thinking I’m pissed at you because you’re fucking one of my brothers, can I?” he growls as his hands drop to my hips and he spreads his legs wider so that my thighs are now wide open and my ass drops into the open space.
“No,” I whisper as my stomach contracts in anticipation. It seems like the two of them are playing a game and I’m not sure of the rules. I know they haven’t spoken to each other since this morning because Conor has been asleep all day, and I’ve been working with Shane, but it seems like they both understand exactly what the other one is thinking.
“Whose is this t-shirt, Angel?” Conor asks as his fingers grip the edge of it.
“Shane’s,” I breathe as I look up at him standing in front of the two of us.
“Shall we give it back to him?” Conor chuckles as he peels it off while Shane winks at him.
I lift my arms and allow Conor to pull the shirt off over my head before he tosses it onto the floor. Shane remains silent, but he looks down at me the whole time, his dark green eyes blazing with fire.
“I think we need to remind you how this thing between us works, Angel,” Conor says as he plants soft kisses against my neck while removing my bra.
“What? Why?” I mumble as my breasts fall free and they can both see how hard my nipples are. Shane’s eyes drop to them and he palms his cock through his suit pants. We have been working so hard that we have managed to spend the whole day and early evening together, and for the most part, barely touched. We had an epic make-out session on this sofa after lunch, but we were interrupted by Shane’s cell phone ringing. And apart from our hands accidentally brushing, or his knee grazing mine occasionally, we haven’t touched each other since. Now, I’m hyper aware of the sexual energy vibrating through the room and the heat pools in my core.
“I suspect our time on the road showed you a little more of my possessive side, Angel. And know that I meant it when I said I would burn down the world for you. I would cut off the hands of any man who touches you, or any body part that he touches you with,” Conor says in my ear. “You belong to me. This,” he slides his hand beneath my panties and grabs hold of my pussy, “belongs to me.”
“Conor,” I pant as my eyes are drawn back to Shane, who is glaring at me so hard my skin burns.
“But you belong to my brothers too, Jessie. And I will never be pissed at them for touching you, or at you for wanting them to. It makes me so fucking hard to see you coming for them.”
My heart flutters in my chest at Conor’s words and I watch in anticipation as Shane’s hands move to his belt and he unbuckles it slowly. The sound of him doing that is all that can be heard in the quiet of his office, and the rush of wet heat surges between my thighs. I don’t understand what the hell these two are up to, but I already have an idea it is going to be hot and I can hardly wait.
As though he’s reading my thoughts as well as Shane’s, Conor tells me what is about to happen. “I’m going to hold you down while Shane fucks you, Angel,” he growls as he wraps one of his giant arms around me, pulling me back until I’m lying against his chest and my hips are tilted upwards. “And when he makes you come, I’m going to feel every single tremor and whimper just as much as he does.”
“Oh, God,” I groan as Shane pulls his cock free and drops to his knees in front of me, hooking his thumbs into the side of my panties and pulling them down over my legs until I am bare and open for him.
Conor spreads his legs further apart so that my thighs open even wider and Shane stares at my pussy. “Fucking beautiful, Hacker,” he hisses.
Conor slides his free hand over my stomach and down between my legs, stroking my slick folds and dipping one of his fingers inside me, causing me to whimper. “She is so fucking ready for you, Shane,” he laughs softly before sliding his finger out and moving his hand up to my neck, where he wraps it around my throat, tilting my head back slightly and holding me tight.
Shane looks behind me and grins at his younger brother while I feel like I might pass out from how turned on I am. I swear I’m going to burst into flames if this gets any hotter. “She’s always ready, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he winks at me as he places his warm hands on my hips and lines his cock up at my wet entrance.
“Shane,” I pant as I wait for him to give me what my body is craving.
He rubs the pad of his thumb over my clit and I try to raise my hips, but he holds me down with his other hand, pressing down on my abdomen while Conor tightens his grip on me, until both of them are holding me firmly in place. “So impatient, Jessie,” Shane growls. “Shall we show Conor how I make you squirt?”
The heat flushes over my entire body and I have to close my eyes as the growl rumbles through Conor’s chest so fiercely that I experience every tremor. “You’ve made her squirt too?” he groans as his hard cock twitches against my back.
“Plenty,” Shane grins wickedly.
“That’s not fair. You’re not supposed to talk about this kind of stuff with each other,” I whimper in a feeble protest.
“No more talking then,” Shane growls. “Shall I just fuck you?”
“Yes,” I whimper shamelessly.
“I wish you could see how good you look right now. With Conor holding you wide open for me. Your cunt dripping wet and your thighs trembling while you wait for my cock. Tell me what you want, Jessie. I want to hear you say the words.”
My eyes burn into his. I suppose after what happened this morning in the kitchen, this is the perfect way to teach me a lesson. “Fuck me, Shane. Please?” I beg.
He holds onto my hips again as he pushes his cock into me and I moan so loudly I’m sure Mikey and Liam must have heard me at the other end of the apartment. My entire body trembles as he rails into me, while Conor holds me tight. “You think this could ever make me mad, Angel?” he breathes in my ear. “You look fucking incredible being nailed by my brother.”
I tilt my head back so I can look at him, but Shane drives harder into me, making me groan his name. “Look at me, Jessie,” he commands and I drag my eyes back to him as Conor laughs softly beneath me. “When I’m inside you, I want your eyes on me. Is that clear?” he growls as he continues fucking me so hard that my body presses further and further into Conor’s.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good girl,” he says as he bends his head low and sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth before biting gently and I come with a rush of wet release a few moments before he does. Conor releases his grip on me and as the last of my orgasm rolls through my body, I glance at Shane and experience such a rush of emotion that tears prick at my eyes. Shane Ryan is on his knees before me, completely undone, and Conor is holding onto me like he will never let me go. I can hardly believe that just two weeks ago, I was in Arizona, completely alone and busting my ass in Ray’s bar and convincing myself it was what I needed to make me happy. I made myself believe that I didn’t need any of this and that I would never feel any of it ever again.
Shane pulls out of me, tucking his cock back into his boxer briefs and zipping up his suit pants before he looks at me again. When he does, I see the concern flash across his face. “You okay?” he asks as he rubs the pad of his thumb over my cheek.
“Better than okay,” I nod before drawing in a shaky breath.
“Good,” he says with a flash of his eyebrows before leaning in to kiss me softly.
While Shane is kissing me, Conor shifts me slightly on his lap so that he has enough room to take his cock out of his sweatpants before he presses his lips against my ear. “This wasn’t part of the plan, and I know you’ve been fucked non-stop since Shane got back home, but if I don’t get inside you now, I think I’ll fucking explode. Because you’ve got me as hard as fucking steel here, Angel. So, slide yourself onto my cock, and I promise I’ll take it easy with you.”
My pussy is tender and throbbing, but I want him just as much as he wants me. I plant my hands on Shane’s shoulders to steady myself, and lift my hips, allowing Conor to guide his cock against my entrance before I sink down onto him.
“Fuck, Angel,” he hisses. “You feel so damn good even when you’re full of Shane’s cum.”
Shane chuckles softly as his hands slide to my hips and he rolls me gently over Conor’s cock as he stares into my eyes. “Show me how you make him come, sweetheart,” he growls before he looks down at my pussy being filled by his brother. Conor pulls me back against his chest, one hand around my throat and one toying with my nipple.
“Fuck, Con. She looks so damn good too,” Shane hisses.
“Such a good girl,” Conor growls in my ear and I whimper.
“She on the edge again already?” Shane asks as he slides his hand up my inner thigh until his fingers find my swollen clit and he begins to rub slowly.
“Shane!” I groan, and Conor tugs hard on my nipple while Shane chuckles.
“You still not learned your lesson, Angel? Who is inside you right now?” Conor asks, his lips brushing my ear as he squeezes my breast and drives himself harder into me, like I might have forgotten the answer to that question.
“You are,” I pant.
“Exactly. So whose name do you moan?”
“Yours,” I groan loudly as Shane increases the pressure on my clit and my impending orgasm threatens to overwhelm me.
Conor tilts my head back so I’m looking at him and can no longer see Shane. But Conor isn’t looking at me. He’s looking right at his older brother with a wicked glint in his eye and the next thing I know, he has released his grip on me and begins lifting me off his cock.
“Turn around, Angel,” he says softly. “I want to see your face.”
I do as he tells me, shifting myself around so that I’m straddling him and looking into his handsome face. As he places his hands on my hips, he kisses me deeply before pulling me down and impaling me onto his cock and I groan into his mouth.
“Tell me who gets to fuck you whenever they want, Jessie?” he growls as he breaks our kiss.
“You do,” I pant.
“And who else?”
“Shane, Mikey and Liam,” I breathe as his hands slide onto my ass.
“No-one else. Ever!” he growls.
“Okay.”
“Damn, you’re so fucking close, Angel,” he hisses in my ear. “I love filling you with my cock. How about you, Shane?”
“My favorite fucking thing in the world,” he replies behind me as his fingers slide down the seam of my ass. “And seeing you fucking our girl makes me desperate to be back inside her.”
His hand disappears, and the sound of his zipper opening again makes me tense. “We have no lube,” I breathe.
“Who needs it?” Conor laughs softly as he slides his cock out of me and a rush of cum flows with it, making my cheeks flush with heat.
Shane pushes a finger inside me, coating it in my juices before replacing it with his cock. He leans over me as Conor wraps my pony tail around his fist, giving the two of them better access to my neck, and growls in my ear. “Plenty of lube right here, sweetheart,” he whispers as he pushes deeper inside me and the waves of pleasure roll through my body. A few seconds later, he pulls out of me again and Conor thrusts himself back inside me until I moan his name.
Shane lines his cock up at the seam of my ass while Conor pulls my thighs wider apart to allow his brother easier access. Shane pushes in slowly and I inch forward instinctively, but Conor holds me in place until his brother is able to press almost all the way inside. “Oh, God,” I moan loudly.
“No, just me, sweetheart,” Shane whispers in my ear as he pushes his hips forward until he is buried inside me.
“Shane! Conor!” I moan at the sensation of being so full of the two of them as they start to fuck me at a delicious pace as one pulls out and the other drives into me.
“Fuck! Take it easy, Angel, or I’m going to come too soon,” Conor pants as my walls squeeze around him while I teeter on the edge of oblivion. I drop my head, pressing my forehead against his chest as I try to deal with the overwhelming sensation of these two incredible men and the things they’re doing to me. “Our girl sure loves being fucked by both of us,” Conor growls. “She is creaming all over my cock.”
“Don’t come yet, Jessie. Not until we say,” Shane whispers in my ear.
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to stave off the orgasm that is bursting to be released, but Conor cups my chin in his free hand and lifts my head so that I’m forced to look at him. “You like being fucked by both of us at the same time, Angel?” he growls.
“Yes,” I breathe, almost on the verge of tears.
“You want to do this more often?”
“Yes,” I whimper as Shane wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me tighter to him as he fucks me harder and slides his free hand over my hip and between my thighs until he finds my swollen, throbbing clit and begins to rub firmly. While Conor drops his lips to my neck and begins to suck softly as Shane presses soft kisses along my spine.
“Please? I can’t hold on,” I breathe as every single nerve ending in my body sizzles with electricity and euphoria. I think I really am going to pass out when they finally let me come. “This is your show, Con,” Shane says quietly.
“Hmm,” Conor chuckles as he keeps on nuzzling my neck and prolonging my agony. My body starts to buck between them as their hands and mouths explore me. “You can come, Angel,” Conor eventually growls and my climax bursts through me like a river breaking a dam, soaking Conor and the sofa beneath us. As my entire body trembles with my release, they press me tighter between them and go on fucking me until they each find their own a few moments later.
