Page 122 of Líadan's Code

“You’re both ridiculous,” I say, forcing myself to continue eating. We’re going to need to leave soon, and I can’t be worried about being hungry.

“We’re not,” Jordan says with a chuckle. “You just look that good. I’m going to jump in the shower while you eat. I won’t take long to get ready. What shoes are you wearing?”

“The black and purple strappy shoes,” I say, my chin jutting over to the shoes I mean in front of the closet.

“Those are high,” he grunts, picking one up with a frown.

“I can wear heels while pregnant,” I tease him. I went from barely eating, to almost inhaling my food, and I sigh as my stomach warns me that we’re full.

Jordan and Brendan are in protective daddy mode and it’s adorable.

“I know, but those look like torture devices,” Jordan complains, pulling off his shirt. As he turns, I gaze at his back that healed amazingly well. There are small parts that are slightly scarred, but he’s been talking about getting a full back tattoo. Inara has been asking him about ideas for a neck tattoo, slowly opening up.

Jordan is easy to talk to, so I’m not surprised at all by this.

“While I enjoy a little pain, I can assure you that those shoes feel as if I’m floating on clouds,” I tell him.

Brendan snags my plate from me, taking it to the kitchen, but returns naked, so he can also shower with Jordan.

“All this naked man candy seems like a recipe for disaster,” I tease them, lifting my feet to fit up on the bed.

“If I don’t find a way to take the edge off, I’m going to fuck you into the mattress,” Brendan growls as Jordan chuckles. Their cocks are both beginning to weep pre-cum, and Jordan’s crown swells around his Prince Albert piercing.

Swallowing my whimper because I can’t remember why it’s a bad idea for them not to fuck me, the guys walk into the bathroom with evil smirks, knowing that I’m going to listen to them.

As the water turns on, I close my eyes as I lay back, letting the sounds of their moans wash over me as I rub my thighs together. The first time Jordan fucked Brendan’s ass while he fucked me was insanely hot.

We’ve enjoyed exploring things together over the last couple of months, despite the long days as we’ve gotten the club up and running, and made sure everyone is well behaved.

Mickey checked on the O’Malleys up in Vermont shortly after we dissolved the sex trafficking ring Seán had going, and told them about the change in authority. They need to keep their noses clean in order to continue to run their club. I don’t give a shit if their business isn’t completely legal, I just don’t want to have to pull their asses out of the fire.

Whimpering, I hear Brendan groan as Jordan pushes into his ass, I struggle to think about anything else. It only works for half a second before I’m pulling my dress up and grabbing my little clitoral wand.

I’m so fucking horny lately, they’re definitely fucking me as part of the opening of the club tonight.

I’ll use their very gracious pornographic sounds as the background to my masturbating instead. If we all fucked, I’d be a sweaty mess, and I don’t feel like redoing my makeup today.

Turning on the little silicone covered wand, I drag it through my arousal, gasping as it bumps over my clit.

“Fuck, your ass is so goddamned tight,” Jordan growls, making my breath hitch.

“It probably has something to do with your fat cock,” Brendan sasses, grunting when a slap sounds along his ass.

Rubbing my already sensitive clit, I spread my legs wide, pushing my fingers inside my cunt.

“Flattery will get you filled with my cum,” Jordan says, making me gasp out a laugh as my thighs begin to shake. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

I can’t hear what’s said next as I groan, getting lost in the intense sensations created from their noises and my wand. Lights explode over my vision as I squeal, coming hard and squirting on the bed.

“Did you have fun?” Jordan asks, a towel wrapped around his waist as he gazes down at me.

“How did you get done so quickly?” I gasp, chest heaving.

Smirking, he pulls my fingers out of my pussy, sucking my release from them.

“Princess, I have a feeling it’s been longer than you thought it has been,” he says, grinning as he pushes my thighs open even wider, pinning them to the bed. “I guess I’m going to have to clean you up like the good boyfriend I am.”

Giggling as he tosses the wand to the side as well, I moan as his tongue drags over my pussy. He’s incredibly thorough as he pushes his tongue inside of me as well, licking up every drop of arousal.

---