Page 53 of Destructive Truths

Between my legs, Rohan rises to his feet, then steps aside, letting Liam take over. Liam keeps his eyes on me as he tosses the clear gel towards Rohan before he steps between my thighs. Without warning, his hand flies to the back of my head, gripping me in a firm hold, then he pulls my mouth to his, claiming me. There’s nothing gentle about how he attacks my mouth with greedy strokes, and with every swipe, his metal bar massages my tongue. His other hand paws at my breasts, twisting my nipples, and I arch forward, begging for more.

“Do you want my dick, darlin’?” he whispers against my lips.

“Yes, please,” I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist and drawing him to my centre.

Next to us, Rohan peels off his jeans, then squirts the lube into his palm, coating his dick with a few strokes. Within seconds, he’s back at my side, lowering his mouth to my exposed nipple and circling the hard bud with his tongue.

Liam lines his cock up to my entrance, teasing my clit with the metal studs along his crown. My eyes bounce between them both, and my stomach tightens with anticipation.

I want this.

I need this.

I need them.

“God, Dev. That feels so good.”

Not sparing Liam a glace, Rohan grips my chin and tugs my face towards him. His lips mould against mine, and he kisses me the way he would smoke a cigarette—drawing my air into his lungs and savouring every breath.

Lost to them both, I gasp into Rohan’s mouth when Liam thrusts forward, filling me with his crowned dick. I bask in the sensations they evoke, taking everything they’re willing to give me and still craving more. My body bends to every movement, every thrust, every fucking kiss… until I’m so consumed by desire, I don’t know where Liam begins and Rohan ends.

Rohan breaks first, stepping back and sliding his arm beneath my knee, raising my leg to grant Liam a little more access.

“Fuck. So tight, Saoirse,” Liam grunts as he grinds his pelvis against my clit, filling my pussy with his cock. “You feel like heaven.”

With every thrust of Liam’s hips, I release the needy groans that rumble from the back of my throat. “Oh my God! More. I need more.”

Rohan lowers his mouth to my ear. “No, mo bhanríon. You need me more.”

A shiver races down my spine. He’s right. I crave his touch. But I crave them both. Giving him a slight nod, he reads my expression perfectly. “Need you both.”

With a nod, Rohan orders, “Move to her side,” then tips his chin for Liam to look down where he’s hooked my leg in the crook of his elbow. They share an unspoken thought, and Liam nods, shifting out from between my legs to mirror Rohan’s position on the opposite side.

“Up you go, mo bhanríon.” Rohan and Liam hike me off the edge of the table.

Needing to steady myself, I latch my arms around both of their necks, using them as an anchor while they grip me behind my knees, lifting me until I’m sitting in a throne position in their arms—one on either side of my body.

Then, taking his cock in hand, Rohan guides the tip of his dick between my folds and thrusts upward, pushing into me with a grunt. He pulls back slowly, intensifying the madness that pricks at my skin.“Fuck, love. You feel so good.”

“Oh my God.” My body bows with each push. Joining in, Liam lowers his head to my chest, drawing my pert nipple into his mouth before sucking hard.“Jesus. It’s too much.”

The sensations coursing through my core intensify with every second, and right as I think I’m going to break apart in their arms, Rohan pulls out, leaving me panting for more. I glare at him, hating the smug smile teasing his twisted lips. “Don’t worry, mo bhanríon. We’re nowhere near done with you yet.”

Before I know it, Liam grabs my attention with his gruff command. “Eyes on me, darlin’.”

Following his gaze, I watch with bated breath as he lines his dick against my pussy and pushes upward. Instantly, my walls tighten around him as he teases me with the delicious piercings lining the crown of his cock. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Free Bird.”

Over and over, they torture me by taking turns stretching my pussy—edging me with a promise before ripping it away right as I’m about to fall.

When I can’t take it anymore, I cry out for release. “Please. I can’t take it. Please, I need to come.”

Liam captures my gaze. “What do you want, Saoirse? Tell us, and we’ll give it to you.”

“Both,” I pant, needing them more than I ever thought possible. “I want you both.”

Liam tips his chin towards Rohan, and they share a look, exchanging thoughts without words. Rohan loosens his hold as Liam takes control, shifting my body weight with ease. He manoeuvres me until I’m pressing up against his chest. “Wrap your legs around my waist, Free Bird.”

Doing as I’m told, I fight the anticipation crawling across my skin. Then, in the next breath, Rohan is behind me. His gel-covered fingers play at my back entrance.

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