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My eyelids droop with desire. All I want is to toss my head back and let out a primal roar, but I can’t stop watching. I want to commit this entire scene to memory and play it back on the needy nights when I’m alone. I watch avidly as Danny’s face screws up with pleasure so deep it must be painful, surrendering to the lash of brutal bliss injected into him by Finlay’s ever-shuttling fist. He can barely gather enough composure to allow himself to retaliate, to hold Finlay’s length, to even begin to control it the way Finlay’s forcing Danny under his spell.
Strange, I think to myself, how meaningless the concept of top and bottom is. When the one on his back can carry all the power, when the one trying to keep himself aloft is a twist of the wrist away from shattering.
“Kiss me,” Danny mutters urgently, his hips quivering into Finlay. “Kiss me now.” Finlay surges forward, grabbing hold of Danny’s neck to haul himself upright, as he jerks Danny’s reddened cock with furious speed.
Danny looks broken, like his faculties are completely gone, his mind blissfully drained. When his mouth is pinned into place by Finlay’s kiss, he lets out a long, weak groan and sags yearningly against his bare chest.
His fingers stutter on Finlay’s cock, and belatedly I think back, wondering if this is the first time Danny’s even played with another’s cock. If he’s ever felt the weight of another, felt it lengthen, harden, thicken, felt it erupt beneath his palm in a shower of warm cum. If, right now, this moment is intense and overwhelming as time stretches and orgasm threatens to snap.
Finlay holds him close with a secure, well-muscled arm. He kisses the crown of Danny’s head almost tenderly, as Danny sinks into complete submission. He manages to tilt Finlay’s neck to the side and lick a lengthy, languid stripe along it, as his heels grind into the base of Finlay’s spine. Finlay shudders beneath Danny, his cock straining between the two of them, and only then does it seem to nudge Danny into action, stroking Finlay’s length almost reverently, and with a deliberate, slowed-down grace, the opposite of the fist flying across Danny’s cock and splitting his soul in two.
Pleasure radiates through my system, spiraling across my core and flushing my skin dark and hot. And still, Rory’s eyes never waver. His focus is entirely singular, entirely on me.
“I can’t keep this up,” I whisper amid the groans of the island. Danny shudders into Finlay, his fingers achingly gentle around Finlay’s cock. “I can’t.” It’s a quiet sob, designed solely for Rory. I don’t even know what I’m saying, just that the world is flying past in a whirl of color and sound, with barriers breaking as we become bodies obliterated by ecstasy.
Danny’s breath hitches. Finlay strokes his back soothingly.
“I’m,” he says, sharp and wild and urgent, his lips an untamed flurry against Finlay’s damp, messy hairline. “I’m—” His body seizes, muscles rolling, clenching, tightening. Finlay pulls back slightly to watch Danny split apart: he shatters, mirror-bright and diamond-clear, trembling between the bind of Finlay’s possessive arms, his mouth breathless with weak, tender cries.
Cum spurts in long, opal ropes across Finlay’s bare chest. Finlay stares down at himself in fascination, at the mess of seed trailing up his sternum, pumped like glimmering liquid jewels straight from Danny’s cock. Finlay’s lips are glossy and slack, as if craving some of it to strike his awaiting mouth, as if to test how high Danny can reach.
But stripes upon stripes land on Finlay’s chest instead, ceaseless whips of white, the furthest one curving like an ink blot across the ball of Finlay’s shoulder. Finlay stares at it with curiosity, studying it intently, before his tongue peeks past his lips and a gentle tongue begins to lap it up.
“Oh God,” I groan, the same time Danny makes a choked gurgle.
Desecration, I think to myself dazedly as I come. That is desecration.
Orgasm tears me apart, carving me open beneath the moonlit sky, pale yellow light electrifying my body like a current. My fingers curl, struggling to move as I quiver open, like wings unfurling, primal and natural and spread for the world. My orgasm comes in sweet, weak moans. It comes as I scrabble against the dirt and the grass, my hips trying to hold me upright, as my spirit soars into the beyond, when all I want to do is lie flat against the towering grasslands, until my breath can be recaptured, until the world slants the right way up again.
Finlay watches me the entire time, the emeralds of his eyes black with desire.
I glance helplessly at Rory, wondering how he can remain so composed when the island has fallen to carnage on his watch. But Rory, too, is out of it. He looks dazed, his gaze now flicking between me and Danny, who surges against Finlay’s coated chest to claim a hot, stolen kiss with his tongue.
All through his orgasm, Danny has never once let go of Finlay’s cock. But he barely has to touch it, only smooth his release across Finlay as their chests rub together, for Finlay to fall into the delicious sleaze of this moment, to dance along the edge of his dirty ecstasy.
“You’re a fuckin’ animal, Danny,” Finlay mutters, lost and incredulous, and a small, disbelieving smile appears on Danny’s lips at the use of his bitten-out name. “I love it.”
Finlay only has to glance down at himself, at the destruction painted across his chest, to fall headfirst into dizzy pleasure. He succumbs to it, clinging hold of Danny in a tight, gripping hug, lips sliding desperately into hair, moans caressing the shell of Danny’s ear. Danny keeps him upright, as though having this one task is enough to propel him into action, to stop him from submitting to the waves of pleasure still washing over his body.
Danny looks across the clearing at Rory. This has never happened before, this kind of powerful,lovingorgasm between Finlay and another chief. Rory watches them together, rapt, and then gives Danny a slow nod of approval; Danny’s bare arms wind around Finlay — Rory’s Finlay — and holds him secure in his oblivion.
He kisses the side of Finlay’s neck, his pulse points, up his undulating throat. Danny’s lips slide into his hairline, mending softly, making Finlay weak with moans and tenderness. Danny holds Finlay with soothing stillness, until his shudders subside, until the island falls to a kind of easy peace that I wish could be replicated throughout the world.
I slide a glance over to Rory again, my mind still dazed from orgasm. He hasn’t budged an inch, still sitting with his knees drawn up, his arms around them like a shield.
“Come,” I urge in a whisper, and Rory flicks his cool gray gaze to me. “I want to see you come.”
A mysterious half-smile slants across Rory’s lips. “How do you know I haven’t?”
I stare at him, wondering if he’s bluffing, but his face is a perfectly cultivated mask of calm. “You haven’t. I know what you look like when you come. But you’re close.”
Rory tilts his head to the side, acknowledging the accuracy of my conclusion. His attention drifts down to my chest and rests there, seemingly impossible to shift. “Keep talking,” he murmurs, his silver gaze flashing beneath heavy-lidded eyes. “Get naked and keep talking.”
Obligingly, I unclasp my bra. All eyes turn to me, even the tight, panting circle of Danny and Finlay, with their strange yin-yang harmony now they’ve bonded as equals. “Which part did you like best?” I ask quietly, peeling the straps down and tossing the bra aside. Barely a breath later, I begin to unzip my skirt. “What did you think was hottest?”
I slide my skirt past my waist, running my hands down my warm, silken tights. I want nothing more than to see Rory break — and I want to be the one to do it. “You, watching me. Or Finlay — our Fin — covered in another guy’s cum.” I pause, peeling off my tights and cotton briefs in one determined move, until not a stitch remains on my body. I attract all eyes, my body a hypnotic work of art. “Or was it Danny who made you hot? Danny, just Danny, and secretly wishing you were the one covered in cum from his cock instead.”
Rory blinks several times at my words. Danny’s mouth falls open, looking as though he must have misheard.
