Page 88 of A Ryan Recollection

“Fuck!” he groans in my ear.

Then he’s walking me backwards until we’re tucked away in a corner. His hand slides into the split in my dress until his fingers glide over my pussy and I shiver at his touch.

“Remember when I made you come in The Shamrock, Red?” he groans, reminding me of an evening we spent in our other nightclub as he slips a finger between my folds.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“And remember how mad we made Conor?” he chuckles.

“Yeah,” I whimper, remembering the aftermath of that whole event.

“Well, he must have seen me sneaking off into a dark corner with you because he’s on his way over here right now.”

With his final word he slides a finger inside me and my walls tighten around him.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as strong hands slide over my abdomen and a hard chest is pressed against my back.

“You’re a fucking deviant, Mikey,” Conor says gruffly.

“Never claimed to be anything else,” he replies with a grin as he leans his face closer to his older brother. “But you should feel how wet she is, bro.”

Conor grunts in response, stepping closer to me and pinning my body against Mikey’s until I’m sandwiched between the two of them. Mikey looks down at me and gently pumps his finger in and out of me. “You okay, Red?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble as slick heat coats his fingers and warmth spreads through my thighs.

My body shudders and Conor’s hard cock digs into my back. He’s so rigid and tense. I feel it in his arms and chest, as though he’s holding back from something — either he wants to punch his little brother in the face, or he wants to touch me too.

When his hand slides over my abdomen until he reaches the split in my dress, I realize which temptation he was fighting. Pulling the soft fabric aside to allow his hand inside too, he brushes the pad of his middle finger over my clit and I whimper with need.

Mikey palms the back of my head and presses my mouth against his neck. “Stay right here. We got you,” he whispers.

God do they got me. The two of them work their fingers in and on my pussy like they each know what the other is thinking. I moan into Mikey’s neck as he pushes deeper and Conor presses harder. Then in the space of one single song they have me coming on their hands and shuddering between them.

“Good girl,” Conor whispers in my ear.

“Such a good fucking girl, Red,” Mikey adds as he brushes back my hair.

“How long do we have to stay up here before we can make use of that fucking room downstairs?” Conor growls as he slides his hand from my dress.

Mikey does the same, sucking his fingers clean in full view of the crowd.

Meanwhile Conor takes his handkerchief from his pocket. “Keep her covered,” he barks to Mikey as his hand slips between my thighs again.

“As if I wouldn’t,” Mikey says with a scowl.

“I can go to the rest-” I start to say but Conor is already wiping the soft cotton between my folds.

“I don’t want you spoiling your beautiful dress, angel,” he whispers in my ear.

“Then thank you.”

“But I hope you don’t ever plan on wearing it again after tonight, because I’m going to fucking ruin it later,” he adds.

I gasp out loud. “You can’t. It’s too expensive, and it’s way too gorgeous to ruin.”

“Not as gorgeous as you, Red,” Mikey grins.

“And we’re going to ruin you too,” Conor growls, making my insides turn to Jell-o.

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