Page 106 of The Twins
“Ah, you guys started playing without me.” Cillian came into the room. Naked, erect, and his skin still peppered with drips from the shower. He scraped his hair back and kneeled on the floor between my legs. “But I get the gist of the game.”
I flopped against Finn, glad of his solid support behind me. My legs were still trembling and my heart thudding. A sheen of sweat sparkled on my brow.
“You have a perfect pussy,” Cillian said, trailing his fingertips up my inner thigh. He lightly touched my folds then slid down my opposite thigh, to my knee. “And I reckon it needs filling when you have your next orgasm.”
“Yes. I want that.”
“I think youneedit,” Finn said and caressed my folds with the still buzzing vibrator. “Cillian.”
Cillian grinned up at me then fondled my pussy. He teased, stroking and exploring before slipping one long finger into my wet entrance.
I gripped him and moaned, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I craved the density of an absolute filling, so full that I felt totally owned and penetrated.
“You need to be patient,” Finn said. He tossed something at Cillian; a tube of lube. “You might need this.”
Cillian said nothing and set it aside.
I didn’t think it was necessary. I was soaking from my first orgasm, my greedy pussy dripping for him.
“You want this?” Finn rolled the vibe over my clit.
I moaned and gripped his solid thigh. “Again?”
“Hell, yeah, we’re only just starting this thing.”
“What…what is this thing?”
“Seeing how much you can take, doll. We want to know.”
“How much I can…oh yes…like that…” Cillian had given me another finger and gone deep, hooking around to stroke my G-spot. “Mmm…”
“Relax into it,” Cillian said. “I’m going to make you feel so good down here.”
“It already does… feel good.”
Finn concentrated on my clit with the vibe, and Cillian worked me inside. My belly tightened, my nipples were hard points, and my damp hair stuck to my neck and shoulders. All of my focus was on what they were doing to me, how they teased and gave, retreated and pushed me on.
“Keep watching yourself,” Finn said. “See how Cillian fingers you, how I touch you with the vibe. You are a goddamn vision of bliss, Rebecca, see yourself like this.”
“It feels blissful, and I’m going to…oh yes… more, Cillian more…”
He gave it and added another finger, stretching my pussy entrance and sinking deep.
The pressure in my clit was at spilling point, and I let myself tumble into ecstasy, pulsing around Cillian’s fingers andjerking onto the vibe. “Oh God, yes, yes.” I wailed and flung my head back, my hips canted off the bed, and I throbbed around Cillian’s fingers.
“More,” he said and pushed deeper into me, all four fingers, stretching me deliciously as I clamped and released around him.
“She can do this,” Finn said by my ear. “I know she can.”
“Do what?” I panted.
“Take more…his whole fist.”
“What?” I was breathless and stared down between my legs.
“You’ve taken two cocks, can’t be much more.” He spoke onto my temple.
Cillian’s fingers and the tip of his thumb were inside me. His knuckles and the shamrock on the back of his hand was all I could see with my thighs trembling against him.
