Page 201 of Three Irish Kings
My dick stands at attention, but I ignore it, just watching Isla as she hovers over Cill’s face.
“I’m scared you’ll suffocate, handsome.” She bites her lip.
Cillian laughs, the sound echoing in the hotel room. “Mo chuisle, that’s the way I want to go."
Isla giggles and then Cill grabs her around the hips and forces her down, groaning against her sex.
She moans, her nipples peaking in the cold room.
I wish I could twist them, but right now, I just want to watch. I’m so hard I could cut diamond, but I’m not worried about that.
I want to watch our girl come.
“Ride his face,” Dare orders, and I blink. He’s usually quiet when he watches, but I guess we’re all getting more comfortable with each other.
Isla rocks her hips, whimpering as Cill eats her out.
“Twist your nipples.” The order comes from me, and Isla gasps as she obeys, her nipples darkening and swelling.
She rolls her hips, and Cill groans, the sound muffled as he takes hold of her hips again and rocks her on his face.
He breathes through his nose, gasping in air as he keeps up the pace.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Tell him you’re his.” Dare barks, and Isla’s hazel eyes widen.
“I’m yours. All of yours.”
I lick my lips, wishing I was in Cill’s place, wishing I could taste her on my tongue.
“Come for us,a ghrá,” Dare mutters, his voice low and almost dark, and it sends Isla over the edge.
She cries out and slumps off of Cill’s face onto the bed.
Cill gasps in air like he’s been drowning, but he’s grinning ear to ear, his face covered in her.
He pants, looking over at her.
“What are you two doing sitting around holding your dicks? Take care of her so I don’t bust a stitch.”
I rush to her, picking her up. I know Cill’s the king of aftercare, and I haven’t spent as much time taking care of her, so I want to do this, even if Dare was in any condition to help.
I scoop her up, bridal-style, taking her to the bathroom and depositing her on the closed toilet seat.
She watches with wide eyes as I fill the bath, putting her in it. She groans. “My muscles have been so sore.”
I kiss her cheek. “Do you want me in here or do you want to be alone?”
She bites her lip. “Are you going to be mad if I want to be alone?”
I smile, shaking my head. “Of course not,mo chroí.”
I stand up and walk back into the room, closing the door.
Cill’s sitting up now, and he smiles at me.
“Look at you, doing aftercare.”
