“Now you,” Heath says, tipping his chin at Saint. He drags his cock from my mouth, then grabs Saint’s hair and pulls his head toward him. I watch as he shoves my brother’s head down. For a second, I expect Saint to tell him to go to hell, but he opens, and Heath’s pierced tips disappears inside his mouth. Saint moans, his eyes falling closed as he reaches over, wrapping his fist around the base of Heath’s erection. Heath drags him up and then pushes him back down. The sight sets my core on fire, and suddenly, I’m fluttering around Saint’s girth, gripping and soaking him at once.
He groans and moves away from Heath, drawing back and then slamming home inside my fluttering core. I cry out, toes curling and back arching as he grinds in deep, his length pulsing inside me before his essence floods through me, pulsing and raw and erotic, drowning my center in wet heat. But this time, he let me join him.
“My turn,” Angel growls, grabbing Saint’s shoulder and rolling him off. He flops onto the bed beside me, spent andbreathing hard, our release threading along his smooth length in thick, white strings.
Angel lifts my knee, lines himself up, and slowly buries himself inside me. “God, I love to feel your cunt when it’s full of their cum,” he says, dragging back and then pushing in slow and deep again.
“Don’t take too long,” Heath says. “I’m not going to last too much longer.”
“Take her ass,” Father Salvatore says.
“Yeah?” Heath asks, then looks at me. “You up for that, M?”
I nod, swallowing hard, my core still fluttering from my last orgasm with Saint even as Angel claims it now. Angel slides an arm under my back, lifting me so I’m straddling him like I was the first time. But now Heath isn’t just watching from a camera. He’s here in the room, and he climbs onto the bed behind me, lines himself up, and eases into the tight ring of muscle. I gasp at the sting, and he pauses and draws my chin around. His bright teal eyes are alive with fire and lust, but also a deep love that makes me tremble at the open vulnerability in his eyes.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, tipping my head back. He does. His hands massage my breasts, squeeze my nipples, and make me whimper into his mouth. His tongue slowly tastes mine, dipping in slowly at first, his thumbs now massaging my back, my hips. When I relax, he draws me down onto him. Then he begins to move, his strokes matching the rhythm of his tongue claiming mine. Angel fills my pussy, stretching it deliciously as he pumps in and out, matching Heath’s pace.
After a while, Father Salvatore nods to my brother. I turn to see him watching us, his amber eyes on fire with desire. “Why don’t you join them?” the priest asks.
Saint kneels up, starting to tug Heath aside, but Father Salvatore shakes his head. “No,” he says. “Behind Heath.”
For a second, everyone stops moving.
Saint frowns at his friend. “Heath?”
Heath is quiet a second, catching his breath. Then he looks at me. “Mercy?”
They all look at me, like they’re waiting for a final verdict. For a second, I don’t know what he means, but when I realize, I nod breathlessly. “Yes. If you want that, then I want it for you.”
Saint crawls up behind Heath. He leans down and kisses his neck, and Heath drops his head back, his eyes fluttering closed. A shiver of erotic heat rolls over me. I hadn’t known it would make me feel good too, seeing these two savages be tender with one another.
And then Saint sits back, spits onto his palm and rubs it over his stiff cock. He stands, towering over us on the bed, his erection right in my face. “Lick it off, little sister.”
I swallow hard, casting my eyes up as I reach for him, steering his length to my mouth. I run my tongue along it, collecting his spit, wetting it with mine. At last, I open, letting him sink between my lips. He shoves directly into my throat, then lets out a derisive scoff when I gag violently. He does it again, and tears pour from my eyes as I choke audibly. Suddenly a hand closes around mine, guiding the depth of Saint’s next thrust. My eyes open, blurring with tears, and I lock gazes with Heath, whose fingers cover mine. He leans in, his lips opening as he lathes his tongue along Saint’s shaft.
My eyes widen in surprise, my core fluttering around Angel with an erotic thrill. I draw back from Saint, running my tongue along one side of his wide cock while Heath does the same to the other. We meet at the crown, each sucking as much into our mouth as we can before our lips slip off Saint and into each other. Heath’s tongue sweeps over mine, salty with themusky flavor of my brother. I moan, sucking it greedily from Heath as our tongues battle for every last trace of it.
Saint sinks back behind Heath. Gripping his shaft with one hand, he takes Heath’s shoulder with the other as he eases inside him. Heath sucks in a breath, and then Saint is moving, and Heath is moving with him, the wave of motion going from my brother, to our friend, and into me. Lastly, we all roll into Angel, who’s in front of me, my legs straddling his knees.
“Fuck,” Heath chokes out. “I’m going to cum.”
“Not yet,” Father Salvatore says, still standing over us, watching with those inscrutable, dark eyes. But I can read him now, can read the set of his jaw and the flare in his nostrils and the desire seething in those inky depths.
“Father,” I say through panting breaths. “Forgive us.”
“You are forgiven,” he says. “There is no sin in your holy union.”
The sound of our bodies slapping together, our ragged breathing, soft whimpers and moans, echoes through the room. The two men behind me move faster, slamming me into Angel’s lap, impaling me on his massive cock with each thrust.
“Oh fuck,” Heath blurts again. “I can’t—”
And then he’s driving into me with a last, erratic thrust. His hips lock to mine, and his cock throbs painfully deep as he spurts liquid fire inside me. He throws his head back and roars like an animal, his fingers digging into my hips with bruising force. The savageness of his complete surrender answers something deep inside me, a primal need that’s been calling out for so long.
My own core clenches around Angel, who growls in response, slamming up into me with all his force, driving into me so hard I see stars. The roughness in this boy who’s been so careful with me clenches my core and melts my heart, and all at once, my orgasm crests, and I shatter around him. I hear thecries and sobs and whimpers coming from my lips, along with Angel’s deep, guttural groan.
My brother is the last to lose control, as always, but after a minute, he lets out a tortured growl, slamming Heath against me. He grab my hips, his fingers fitting between Heath’s, grinding him deeper and deeper, his body quaking.
When he’s done, we collapse into a panting, shaking, sweating pile of limbs on the bed.
