The sound of the shower running wakes me from my sleep. I stretch my limbs and smile as the dull ache in my muscles reminds me of the previous night’s endeavors. Shane Ryan is a machine in the sack. Climbing out of bed, I walk to the bathroom and find him standing in the huge walk-in shower; the water running over his perfectly chiseled body. He looks up and grins as he sees me.
“Come here, Hacker,” he says, holding out his hand.
I lick my lips. My pussy is tender, and he fucks hard. I’m not sure I can take another session with him right now. But I can’t resist him either. I step closer and take his hand, allowing him to pull me under the water with him. He runs his hands over my hips to my behind. I lean forward to kiss him, but he dips his head low, kissing my neck instead before trailing his soft lips over my hard nipples. Suddenly, I realize he has never kissed me, at least not on the lips. He has slipped his tongue into the most intimate parts of my body, but he won’t kiss me? What the hell is that about?
I’m stopped from thinking about it any further when one of his hands slides between my thighs and through my slick folds. I can’t help but wince.
“Are you sore?” he asks softly.
“A little,” I admit.
He closes his eyes and draws in a breath as he slips one finger inside me. “You’re already wet,” he growls. “How can I not fuck you?”
“You can, Shane. Please do,” I whimper as he pulls out and circles my swollen clit.
“I can’t do gentle,” he breathes.
“Then don’t. I don’t want gentle. I want you.”
“Fuck!” he hisses as he lifts me by my ass cheeks until I wrap my legs around his waist. Then he presses me against the cool tiled wall and fucks me again. When we are done, he lowers my legs and presses his forehead against mine as the water continues running over both of us.
“Do you still feel me inside you, Hacker?” he growls.
“Yes,” I say as my pussy throbs.
“Good. Then I think my work here is done.”
I force a smile even though my heart breaks a little bit more.
When I’m showered and dressed, I make my way into the kitchen. Conor turns as I approach, placing his cereal bowl onto the counter before he pulls me into his arms. He presses his body against mine until I can feel his growing erection against my abdomen. “Morning, Angel. Listening to you and Shane all night made me so fucking hard. I jerked off twice listening to him make you come. So you’re staying in my room tonight.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond as he seals my mouth with a kiss. At this point, Shane walks up behind me and smacks my ass, and I giggle into Conor’s mouth.
“Morning, Jessie,” Mikey and Liam say as they walk over to me. Both of them dressed in only boxer shorts. I’m still in Conor’s arms when Mikey presses himself against my back and plants a kiss on my neck. Despite mine and Shane’s marathon fucking session, the wet heat sears between my thighs. These boys make me so horny. Conor slides his hands between me and Mikey, and down the back of my jeans, beneath my underwear, until he’s cupping my bare ass cheeks. Some gentleness might be just what I need tonight. The twins can be gentle, but there are always two of them to please. Conor, on the other hand – he is always all about me. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply as Mikey’s hands run over my hips, before sliding into the front of my jeans and my panties as he continues nibbling my neck.
I feel the heat from Liam as he approaches too. “You look so fucking hot being felt up by my brothers, Jessie.”
Shane loudly clears his throat from the other side of the kitchen and we all stop and turn to him as the heat flushes over my cheeks. I’m turning into a complete sex addict. The more I get, the more I need.
“Thanks to your fuck up yesterday, we have plenty of work to do today. So, take your hands out of her fucking panties and go get ready,” he barks. We untangle ourselves and the three of them each give me a soft kiss on the cheek before they walk out of the kitchen.
I walk to the breakfast bar and pick up a clean mug, holding it out to Shane as he fills up his own mug from the pot of coffee.
“You are a distraction,” he says with a flash of his eyebrows as he pours me a drink too.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “But they distract me as well.”
“Do they?” he frowns at me and I’m not sure why. “Can you behave yourself if we leave you here alone for the day?”
“Can’t I come with you?” I blink at him.
“No. It’s not the kind of work I want you involved in. Besides, haven’t we already established that you are far too much of a distraction for my brothers?”
“But not for you?”
He sighs and rolls his eyes, avoiding my question. “Do I need to get a babysitter in here for you, Hacker?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I’ll behave, I promise.”
“Good,” he says with a nod of his head and then he walks out of the kitchen, leaving me standing alone.
