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I am startled awake by a text message chiming loudly through my phone next to me on the bed. Groaning and stretching, I grab the device and tap the screen to see who the fuck has the nerve to text so early.

Ah, it looks like our little Dove created a group chat.

Alex:

Hey. I have a huge favor to ask…

Hmm, our little Dove asking for favors has my cock hardening under the sheets. Maybe I’ll make her beg for whatever she’s about to ask.

The thought alone makes me thankful I am not wearing boxers as the sheets tent over my dick instead of holding me captive beneath the fabric.

Kieran:

Morning. Ask away.

That was quick. Guess Kieran’s been awake for a while.

Some of us like sleeping in, you know. What is it?

Alex:

Oh, fuck off. You can sleep in when this is over!

Alex:

Molly and I are meeting Joel at her place at ten. Think you two can meet us there?

Kieran:

Why? We are meeting up this afternoon. Do you miss us that much?

Alex:

I thought we could get answers sooner. Joel has no idea that I’ll be there. He asked Molly to meet him alone.

Why don’t you beg, baby?

Kieran:

Hmm, sounds good. I’d like to be begged so we can all start the day right ;)

Alex:

Really?? You guys SUCK!

Come now. Be a good girl and you might get a treat later.

Alex:

Fine…PLEASE…I would feel better having you two there. Especially since you are Hush creators. If Joel lies, you’d know, right?

Much better! Sure thing, little Dove. We’ll be there. Better hope he tells the truth then…

Kieran :

Agreed. See you soon. Send us the address.

Now, since you mentioned sucking, and your pretty mouth isn’t here … Darlin’, why don’t you come to my room, and we can really start the day right.

Alex:

Unbelievable!

Chuckling at Alex’s text, Kieran opens the door to my room. As he leans against the doorframe, his tall, gorgeously inked frame fills the space. His piercing green eyes scan me from top to bottom, lingering on my naked body.

“Enjoying the view?” I taunt, my hand moving to stroke my hard cock while the other squeezes around my phone before placing it onto the nightstand beside me.

“Always.” He chuckles, stepping into my room and closing the door behind him. His eyes haven’t wavered from mine. The lust that swirls in his gaze is an adrenaline kick in itself.

“Come here, Darlin’.” My voice drops lower, a smirk plastered across my face as he advances closer to me. “I want to taste your lips after you’ve tasted me.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, running a tongue over his lower lip. “You want my mouth on you, Mo mhuirnín ?” His accent wraps around the words like velvet – a sentiment that sends a shudder down my spine.

Hmm, the way Gaelic rolls off his tongue is enough to set me on edge. “My Darling”. I’ll ignore the fact that he called me by the nickname I gave him.

I groan with approval, the smirk never leaving my face, even when he’s mere inches away. My heart hammers against my chest as his hand lands on my thigh, brushing against the skin.

The light touch turns into a firm grip as he positions himself between my legs, pushing them further apart and claiming the space as his own.

A chuckle escapes me at his assertiveness. His eyes glint with amusement but it quickly turns into something predatory, something fucking dark and alluring.

His fingers graze along my hard length and that’s it - I’m not one for patience. “Quit playing around,” I growl at him. He raises an eyebrow at my response but doesn’t argue, instead leaning down and meeting me halfway for a searing kiss.

His lips are hot and demanding. A low moan escapes me as he grips me tighter. There’s no denying the tension between us. It radiates off him in waves - matching my own.

“Enough teasing,” I murmur against his lips before pulling slightly away from him. He chuckles before inching back and descending his warm mouth on my cock. The sudden pleasure blinds me and I gasp, my fingers digging into his dark hair.

“Fuck, yes,” I hiss through gritted teeth as he continues to work me over with his mouth. His gaze flickers up to mine, dark and heated, and I know he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

“Hmm,” he hums as I start thrusting my hips to the rhythm of his movements. Through the haze of our shared pleasure, thoughts of Alex surge back into focus. That little Dove who stirred up this hornet’s nest in us - she is a force of nature: fiery and untamed.

Her presence in our lives has sparked a different kind of flame in me.

God, I want her here. I want her screaming our names as Kieran fucks her while I fuck him. I want to hear her beg and plead for more as we switch places and take turns. The thought of her squirming while we claim all her holes is so fucking alluring.

Fintan moans loudly as I suck his cock, trailing my tongue over each of the metal bars lining the underside. I look up at him, but his eyes are no longer on me.

“My turn. Fuck me like you are imagining fucking her,” I growl as I get up and move to sit on the bed. “Hmm, feeling possessive today?” he smirks, “Cute, it’s not quite what I was imagining but I will gladly oblige,” he purrs, stroking his hard length.

I scoff as I get up to leave his room but before I can take a step toward the door, he jumps from the bed and grabs me by the back of my neck.

His grip tightens, and he uses his other hand on my shoulder to turn and push me so fast that I lose my balance and fall to the edge of the mattress on my hands.

“Fuck,” I grit out in shock, but before I can say anything else, he is close behind, his hand never leaving my neck as he leans over my back with his cock pressed against me.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing these?” he growls against my back as he slips his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants, pulls, and lets the elastic snap hard against my skin.

I hiss from the sting as Fintan tugs the sweatpants down my hips. I can feel the cool morning air on my exposed skin as he exposes more of my flesh to him.

He presses his naked body against mine, his erection throbbing against my ass. I can feel the heat radiating from him, his lust palpable in the room. His hand still gripping the back of my neck, he forces me to crawl higher onto the bed.

I whimper softly as he slides his hand down my back, his fingers finding my asshole. I gasp at the sudden invasion, my hips bucking back against him as he slides one finger inside.

“You love this, don’t you?” he murmurs in my ear, his voice a low growl. “You love being taken; being owned.”

When I don’t respond, he removes his finger and I feel his saliva drip down my backside, making me shudder. His finger is back and as soon as I relax, he replaces his finger with his tongue.

He teases and circles my hole for long moments and the sensation has my senses firing hotter with each movement.

I feel like I am losing touch with reality as his tongue dances around my puckered hole.

He is slow and gentle at first, like he is listening to the melody of my breathing before his pace kicks up, like our song is preparing for a lustful breakdown when the chorus hits.

It drives me wild and I let out the most shameless moan as I down in the sensation.

“Let me tell you what flashed through my mind, my jealous Darlin’,” he purrs as he once again changes it up. His finger is back, and he spits again before he gathers the wetness and massages the ring of muscle.

He thrusts his finger deep inside and I moan in response as I wait for him to make his point. “I’m not fucking jealous, you dick,” I growl in a deep, breathy voice as he finger-fucks me.

“Hmm, could have fooled me, Darlin’,” he chuckles before kissing, licking and biting his way down my back. “I was imagining Alex squirming and writhing under you, while I fuck you like I’m about to,” he continues, his voice a blend of lust and dominance.

I whimper, my body responding to his touch and words. Quickly, I feel his finger retreat and replaced by the head of his cock.

I want that, need it. I fucking crave them.

“Fuuuck,” we groan in unison as he thrusts inside slowly. The delicious sting only adding to the lust coiling in my body. His free hand whips out to grab the headboard, pulling himself deeper than before.

Looking over my shoulder, I watch his golden eyes roam over me, as if lining my tattoos in fresh ink before he leans back and watches himself enter me from behind.

Suddenly, he ceases movement and pulls out only to flip me onto my back. Our chests press together, his harsh breaths mix with mine. He leans down to capture my mouth in a rough kiss, his teeth nipping at my lower lip before sliding his tongue between them.

Fintan’s hand moves between us, finding my cock. His fingers coil around my length and he starts working me while the kiss only grows in intensity.

The combined sensations of his tongue teasing mine and his hand around my cock, push me to the brink of orgasm. I whimper into his mouth, unable to form words.

I start mirroring his movements, trailing my hand down our bodies and start stroking him. Feeling the piercings glide against my palm as groans and moans combine to form the perfect sound.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his tongue down the side of my neck, and whispers, “I want to see you come, Darlin’. I want to see it all over me.”

With that encouragement, I buck my hips, thrusting into his hand as I’m near the edge. Sweat glistens on his body as we continue to stroke each other. With his free hand, he grips the back of my neck, holding me in place, our gazes locked as we reach the point of no return.

“Fuck, yes, Mo mhuirnín ,” I moan as I feel the first spurt of cum surge from my cock, coating his hand and my stomach. The sensation is intense, tingling its way through my body, and I can’t help but arch my back, a low groan escaping me.

As if the sounds coming from my lips, set him off, he finds his release soon after. Fintan doesn’t stop jerking me off, keeping a tight grip on my shaft and savoring the sight of my release.

His eyes gleam with excitement as he watches me tremble from the intense pleasure. Finally, the last few drops of cum escape, and he releases me.

“Fuuuck, you look great when you come for me,” Fintan purrs before falling onto his back.

Once we have regained our composure and our breaths have returned to normal, we saunter over to the shower so we can get this day started.