It spurs me on, and now that I’ve taken my moment to acclimate, I want to blow his mind. I bob my head along the length of his cock, my tongue swirling around the head in a way that makes him hiss in pleasure and dig his fingers lightly into my scalp, which sends prickles of delicious electricity down my spine.
I flick my gaze up at him, peering at him through my eyelashes, and the sight of his eyes blazing into mine while he’s awash in pleasure sends a thrill of power through me.
Flynn and Noah step forward, leaving me surrounded, and I feel Conor moving around behind me. Suddenly, an arm coils around my waist and tugs my hips up.
Conor slides beneath me, laying on the ground, and after a moment of adjustment, I’m straddling him while I continue to blow Neil. Conor teases my dripping slit with his cock and I grind my hips down against him, desperate for more.
He finally presses the head of his dick against my entrance and I’m trembling in anticipation as my head bobs along Neil’s length. He begins a long, slow slide into me and I cry out.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans
Or you’re just fucking huge, I think.
But with Neil balls-deep in my throat, I’m forced to keep my thoughts to myself. I reach out and begin to stroke Flynn and Noah, not wanting them to feel neglected.
In some of my filthier fantasies, I’d imagined having all four of them inside me at once, in one way or another, filling up all of my holes, but I know in reality I’m not quite that ambitious yet.
I begin to alternate sucking the three of them off, while Conor sinks deep into my pussy, feeling amazing.
While I appreciate the condoms, and I’m again touched by the extra little gesture to make me feel secure, I’m a little disappointed that I don’t have the chance to fully taste and appreciate each one of them. I ride Conor’s dick and he grips my hips, thrusting up into me in rhythm with my gyrations.
Pleasure builds and it’s hard to concentrate on what I’m doing. I lose track of everything but the sensation, the rhythm of my hands and my mouth falling to pieces as my climax nears until finally I can’t hold back anymore and I have to let go and give into it. And when my orgasm hits, it hits with the force of a train.
My vision goes black and my ears ring, and I’m entirely awash in heat and ecstasy. It puts the last few years with my dinky little vibrator to shame. I don’t know how long I’m in that state of pure, swirling bliss.
It could be seconds, it could be hours, but when I finally come to, I’m surprised to find that I’m in no way sated.
Despite just experiencing the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, I need more.
Chapter Ten
Gina
Conor smirks up at me.
“Welcome back to the land of the living,” he laughs.
“I think it’s time for someone else to get a turn,” Flynn remarks, “Only fair that we each get a chance to make her scream.”
“True,” Conor admits reluctantly, clearly not wanting to relinquish the fun just yet as his gives a little twitch of his hips and makes me squeal.
I dismount off of him on legs that wobble like those of a newborn giraffe, and Flynn catches me and pulls me into his arms. He bends me over on hands and knees and I arch my back, giving him easy access to my eagerly waiting pussy.
He wastes no time in sliding into me, and I take in his huge cock easily now that I’m drenched in my own juices. Conor steps in front of me and I jump into the task of showing off my oral skills for him now, too, balancing on my hands while Flynn rails me.
I lose myself in pleasure and they all continue to trade places like this, fucking me until I’m screaming while I alternate which of the other three is fucking my mouth. I lose track of how many times they make me cum, tipping me over the cliff and sending me toppling into blinding pleasure over and over again.
And Noah is the first one who joins me in bliss. He’s taking a turn in my pussy and I’m deep-throating his twin when I feel his fingers dig hard into my hips as he surges forward. His groan of pleasure is loud enough to echo in the empty barn. I can feel the heat of his release, despite the condom, and the smug satisfaction of making him cum feels delicious and primal.
I want to make them all cum like this, I want to taste my name on their lips as I ride their cocks and make them see stars. When Noah pulls out and sits to the side to catch his breath, I grab Neil and drag him down to the floor with me.
Despite my shaking legs, I mount him easily and impale myself on his shaft, a low moan tumbling from me. They all feel so fucking good inside me, and I can’t seem to get enough. I’ve never felt like this before, free and wild and aching with this desperate need.
I bounce up and down on his cock, driving myself toward yet another climax while I work to get him off. He reaches up and cups my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. I let my head fall back, reeling in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my hips jerking and driving him deeper, “Touch me again,” I beg.
He obliges, rolling my nipples between his fingers in a way that sends heat flaring down my body. I feel the building pressure of another climax, and to my delight, Neil’s ragged bucking beneath me tells me that he’s as close as I am.
The two of us tip over the edge nearly in unison, my body careening down the roller coaster of bliss and my mind scattering to oblivion.
Two down, two to go, I think when I can collect a thought.
I roll off of Neil onto my back in the dirt, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
Flynn, to my surprise, kneels in front of me and parts my legs, wrapping them around his waist and gripping my hips. He buries his cock inside me to the hilt, setting off a sparkling shower of aftershocks. The pleasure makes me cry out and dig my nails into his flesh.
He bends down and kisses me, hard, and I coil my arms around him, keeping his body flush against mine and grinding my hips up into his, taking his cock deeper and deeper with every jerk of my hips.
The heat threatens to consume me, the pleasure so intense it edges on pain, and with his next thrust, I’m wracked by an orgasm that makes me shake.
My howls of release are muffled by the seal of his mouth on mine, but I know he feels me clamping around him like a vice. I can feel his cock stiffen and swell inside me as he blows his load and a smirk tugs at my lips.
Three for three. Just one left. I think to myself.
I’m nearly limp on the ground, my chest heaving as I try and catch my breath and recover. But the brothers are merciless, Flynn pulls out and Connor takes his place, hoisting my legs up around his waist and replacing his Flynn’s cock with his own.
“You just can’t get enough, can you?” Conor murmurs as he starts up a slow rhythm, his cock working in and out of me in a way that makes me ache.
I shake my head.
“I need more,” I whimper, “Faster, please.”
A wicked smirk crosses his face and he pulls his cock almost all the way out and stills. I wriggle in his grip, desperately seeking friction and trying to drive him deeper.
“I want to hear you beg again, baby,” Conor growls.
“Please,” I beg, breathless, desperate, “Please, fuck me, Conor, I need your cock, please!” My whimpering pleas crescendo to a high-pitched whimper I didn’t even know I was capable of, but his teasing is making my head spin and I need more.
His hips snap forward, driving his cock deep inside and making me scream.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry, “Yes, just like that, more, please, oh please, don’t stop,” my words turn into a stream of barely coherent gasps as he begins to oblige me, slamming into me over and over, faster and faster.
The orgasm that slams into me like a physical force makes me see stars. My whole body tingles and I go limp, my heart pounding in my ears. A few moments later, I feel the last ragged thrusts and hear Conor’s grunts of release.
My body feels wrung out, exhausted, but I’ve never felt so sated and relaxed. I feel the four of them pull me close, an
d I feel their heartbeats on my skin, but I can’t muster the energy to move or open my eyelids.
So there, on the floor of the barn, I relax in a pile of Irishmen, all of us sweaty and filthy. A sense of peace washes over me and I drift into the blackness.
I wake up to the sound of crickets, and though it takes tremendous effort, I manage to open my eyes. It takes me a moment to figure out where I am and whose bodies I’m entangled with, and when the soreness in my body reminds me of exactly what I had done, and I’m suddenly wracked with fear.
I carefully disentangle myself and scrabble on the dark dirt for my clothes. My shorts, bra, and shirt are easy to find, but I can’t seem to track down my panties. Eventually, I give up, wriggling commando into my shorts and gathering up the rest of my stuff.
I glance back at the pile of sleeping men and feel a momentary pang of guilt, but the panic outweighs it and I slip outside, the cool evening air chilling the sweat on my skin and making me shiver. I race silently through the grass to my car.
When I turn the key in the engine, I wince at the sound and pray that the Byrnes are hard sleepers.
Is it cowardly of me to run like this?
Of course it is. And part of me isn’t fully sure why I’m doing it. I just had the most incredible sex of my life with four unspeakably gorgeous men, and I’m running like a scared rabbit.
Maybe I can get away with things, just like this. Get away with one afternoon of bliss and then just move on with our lives.
The thought makes a lump form in my throat, though. While I may have gotten some of the physical itch out of my system, for now at least, I’m still drawn to them.
As I drive home, I’m at war with myself. Part of me wants to turn around and go back, but I just can’t. I tell myself again that this was just a physical fling and nothing more.
I’ve been single, and celibate, a long time, and seeing all of my girlfriends get involved in these multi-man combo platters just got to me, that’s all. Nothing else has changed. I had a moment of weakness, but I don’t have to let that turn into something worse.
Tears sting my eyes and I grit my teeth, blinking them away quickly. I may have given in and trusted them with my body, but I’ll be damned if I trust anyone with my heart, ever again.
Chapter Eleven
Flynn
When I come around, I realize that night has fallen and the four of us are still naked and sweaty in the barn. Wait-four? I look around, but Gina is nowhere to be seen. I struggle to my feet and look around, blinking in the dim light. All of her stuff is gone, her clothes, everything.
I shake the guys awake, explaining that Gina took off, and the guys look as dejected about it as I do. I notice a scrap of unfamiliar fabric and sweep it up. A small smile crosses my lips.
Gina’s panties.
I tuck them discreetly into my pocket.
“Let’s not assume the worst,” Neil says as he finishes getting dressed, “Maybe she’s just outside or something, or maybe she needed to go find a restroom.”
I nod, finishing up with my own clothes.
“I mean, we did kind of fall asleep in a bunch of dirt, I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to clean up a little,” Noah adds.
I feel some of my tension melt off. They’re right, she’s probably around here somewhere. The four of us finish collecting ourselves before heading out of the barn. We look around for any trace of her, and Conor looks out into the parking lot.
“Her car is gone,” he says quietly.
My spirits fall. She really did just cut and run. We’d gotten a glimpse at the fiery goddess underneath her “Ice Queen” facade, but now it seemed she had gotten spooked and the walls were going back up.
“Well, even if Gina regrets what happened, I don’t,” I say after a while, breaking the long silence.
The others nod in solemn agreement.
“I’d never really thought about sharing a girl with you guys,” Noah admits, “Even with the Donoghues and the O’Learys, I guess I never saw it being a thing for us. I figured maybe someday Neil and I could nail a girl with a thing for twins, but this...this is something else.”
“Was it weird for any of you?” Conor asks.
Everyone exchanges glances, and after a pause, we all shake our heads.
“No, not really. But I think it has more to do with Gina than anything else,” I admit, “I’m not sure it’s something I would do with another woman. But somehow with her, it was ok.”
Conor nods in agreement. “Exactly,” he says, “I had the same thought.”
We’d all been so wrapped up in her, it was easy to forget everything but pleasure and animal need. And in some strange way, she fit in with the four of us. I’d always thought that a partner was supposed to be your other half, someone who completes you like a puzzle, but I’d never stopped to consider that maybe the puzzle might have more than two pieces.
“So where do we go from here?” I ask them.
“Maybe we give her a little space for now,” Noah says, “And tomorrow when we’re here to work again, maybe she’ll have come around.”
“Sounds reasonable,” I agree, even though I’m aching to hunt her down now.
The others nod, and we all trudge to the car. The drive home is quiet, each of us ruminating in our own thoughts.
Gina was something else. I’d always thought she was hot, but it wasn’t until she’d let her guard down a little that I saw her true beauty. The frosty, stuck-up princess turned out to be a fiery vixen with a smile that makes my heart do parkour inside my rib cage.
There’s more to her than I ever dreamed. And I want to know more. I want to find more things that draw out that smile, I want to see what’s behind those walls she’s kept up.
And it didn’t hurt that she’d turned out to be a wild woman in the sheets-er, dirt, as it were. The way she’d moved her body, the way it felt on mine, and the things she’d done with that filthy little mouth of hers...
But there was something deeper than all of that. Something primal, deep inside me, telling me that Gina is mine.
I want more than a fling. I want more than this one amazing moment with her. And the fact that she had run off makes me nervous. I’m not fucking about to let her slip through my fingers.
I find myself wondering if she’d run because she didn’t want to be with all four of us like that after all, like maybe she doesn’t think she’s up to being shared by all of us.
And if that’s the case, is she going to make a choice between us?
I’m not letting Gina get away.
So, if she’s going to choose, she’s choosing me.
Chapter Twelve
Conor
We’re all up and at the job site early the next morning, working out the nervous energy, waiting to see Gina. We haven’t said much to each other beyond basic pleasantries, and it’s clear to me that we’re all very much on edge.
But as the rest of the crew arrives, followed by our friends, our impatience becomes more and more palpable. Finally, Noah breaks. I hear him ask Keenan if he knows where Gina is today, and Keenan nods.
“Yeah, she texted Delia that she wasn’t feeling well, she’s not going to be here today.”
It feels like someone dropped a lead weight in my stomach. I guess the second the hormones wore off, the walls slammed back up and she was back to playing the Ice Queen.
No. I’m not going to let that happen, I think.
I’ve seen the truth, and I’m not playing her little game of cat and mouse anymore. That girl is mine.
Well, maybe not just mine. I can stand to share her with my brothers, though. What I can’t stand is the thought of letting her get away.
The day drags on like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I bust my ass, throwing myself fully into the work, trying to burn off the ugly emotions churning in my gut. Every time I look at the clock, my mood darkens.
I feel like a caged animal. All I want to do is hunt down Gina and confront her. Or bury my cock in her again. M
aybe both. But I’m trying to maintain at least some impression of normalcy, so instead, I bury those feelings.
Finally, mercifully, the clock strikes quitting time. Part of my brain nags that I should wait for the others, but I feel like a bullet fired from a gun, off like a shot to Gina’s, and next thing I know, I’m pounding on her door.
I can hear music playing from within and after a moment, it pauses. A few seconds later, the door opens and Gina opens it slowly. She’s wearing a floral-patterned robe, and if I’m right, it looks like nothing else.
“Conor. Look, now’s not a good time-”
“Don’t give me that crap, Gina,” I say bluntly, “You took off yesterday without a word, then you didn’t show up today, you don’t get to hide forever.”
Anger flashes across her face.
“And you don’t get to show up at my house and harass me just because I bruised your ego,” she shoots back.
“So what, you’re just going to flake out on the dude ranch now?”
Her eyes narrow and her face flushes with fury.
“I never said-” she takes a deep breath and I can practically see her counting to ten to calm down,
I don’t know why I’m antagonizing her like this. It’s more than a little counter-productive, but I can’t stop myself. I’m frustrated, and confused by her actions.
“You’re running scared from us because you bit off more than you could chew, and now you’re going to hide away in your shop and leave the rest of us to do the dirty work. It’s a win-win for you, right?”
“Fuck you, Conor!” Gina snaps, beginning to slam the door in my face.
I catch the door and shove it open, stepping past the threshold, and grab her around the waist. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
She wriggles in my hold.
“What the hell are you-”
I silence her with a kiss. She lets out an indignant squeal and shoves at my chest, but her struggle is pathetically half-hearted and moments later, her arms are coiled around my neck and I can feel her rock-hard nipples pressed against my chest.
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