Sully: An Irish Mafia Romance (The Brotherhood Book 3)

by Penelope Black

  Fuck. If I don’t slow it down, I’m going to come before the show even gets started.

  I break the kiss and trail my lips down her perfect fucking skin until I reach her nipples.

  “Conor.” She sighs my name when I use my teeth and tug her already hard nipples.

  I can’t stop staring at her tits and envisioning my cock between them. If my goal was to slow down to make it last for her, I’m doing a fucking shitty job of it. Reaching a hand between our bodies, I rub my fingers against her pussy, making little circles around her clit. Her desire coats my fingers instantly, and she moans my name. I gently tug on her other nipple with my teeth at the same moment I slide two fingers inside her and press down on her clit with my thumb.

  Her back comes off the bed in an arch so sudden, I have to adjust my hold on her. My name comes out in a strangled moan, and deep satisfaction courses through my veins.

  Fuck anything else, this is the best goddamn high of my life.

  “Enough teasing, fuck me, Conor. Now.”

  A condom lands on the bed next to us and my head whips to the side. I was so wrapped up in her that I didn’t even look to see if anyone else was in this room.

  Rush sits in the armchair in the corner facing us. A lowball glass with an inch of whiskey dangles from his fingers as he stares at us—Red—with barely concealed lust.

  “Why’d you stop—oh. Oh,” Red says from underneath me. I didn’t realize that I stopped moving.

  My brows lower as I stare at my brother. I’m usually pretty good at analyzing people, but he’s keeping most of his shit locked up tight, like usual. Worry churns in my gut, replacing some of the desire. It’s one thing to talk about sharing a girl in hypotheticals, but it’s another thing entirely to see it in front of your eyes.

  When Sully kicked me outta his room, it was bad enough assuming he did it so he could mess around. And then I heard her moans, and then my jealousy flared. But fuck, she sounded like she was in ecstasy, and fuck me if I’m not selfish enough that I wanna make her see fucking stars too.

  Even though this whole fucking thing was Rush’s grand master plan, I’m unsure how he’s going to react to watching me with Red. I glance at the woman in question, and her gaze is locked on Rush’s. Her chest heaves, and she rolls her hips, encouraging me to continue my exploration of her. So, with a wary glance at my brother, I do.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Alaina

  It only takes a moment to get over my initial surprise at finding Rush in the corner of the bedroom. I shouldn’t be shocked, not really. Watching is Rush’s thing, it’s where he feels comfortable.

  I have a hunch that he’s waiting for my cue—for me to say it’s okay for him to join in. I’ve made my feelings for the three of them clear, but I never asked if they’re okay sharing me . . . like this.

  There’s only one way to find out.

  I circle my hips a little, getting Wolf’s attention back on me. He takes the hint and glances at his brother before he slips his fingers back inside me, dragging them in and out slow enough that I feel like I’m losing my mind a little.

  My breath leaves my lips in little pants, and when he dips his head, and his tongue laves against my clit, my lashes flutter closed and I moan his name.

  I make myself open my eyes and stare right at Rush, daring him to come closer. Still, he stays in the armchair, his grip on the glass tight enough that I see the whites of his knuckles.

  So, I up the ante again and slide one hand to cover my breast, plucking and tugging on my hard nipple. The other hand goes to Wolf’s head, tangling in his hair and keeping him against my core.

  I stare at Rush as I ask, “Are you going to stay over there all night?”

  He licks his lips, his gaze straying to my hand on my breast. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. Come here.”

  Rush is by my side in an instant, his glass forgotten on the floor. He hesitates by the side of the bed. “Wolf?”

  Wolf lifts his head, his lips shiny with my arousal, and says, “I won’t deny our girl. Will you?”

  “No. I won’t deny her anything. Not in this life or any other.” Rush stares at me with a burning intensity that I feel in my soul. “Do you trust me, baby?” I nod before he even finishes talking. He runs his fingers down the side of my face, stopping on my bottom lip. “Good girl. Fuck our girl, Wolf.”

  I flash Rush a grin that borders on giddy. His commanding tone sets my blood on fire. And with a nod of encouragement from me, Wolf slides his fingers from my soaking core before sticking them in his mouth.

  “Fucking delicious,” he says with a carnal smile. He tears open the condom with his teeth and rolls it down his erect cock.

  He lines us up, and as he seals his lips to mine, he pushes inside of me. My breath stalls in my lungs as the feeling of fullness invades my senses.

  I roll my hips, loving the way he feels inside of me. “Conor.” His name leaves my lips on a moan as I start that delicious climb toward my orgasm again.

  I inch my hand toward Rush, holding his gaze as I unbutton and unzip his pants. He doesn’t stop me, just watches me with stormy-gray eyes. My heart races, and I don’t know if it’s from the feeling of Wolf sliding in and out with an excruciating slowness or if it’s from the fact that Rush isn’t wearing anything underneath his jeans.

  Curling my fingers as much as I can around his impressive length, I slide my hand up and down and delight in the velvety smoothness of him.

  “Harder, baby,” Rush commands.

  I squeeze my fingers tighter around him and adjust my speed to match Wolf’s. My heart slams against my ribs when I feel the telltale signs of my impending orgasm.

  Wolf drags his palm down my body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “You feel like fucking heaven, baby girl. I can feel you clenching around my cock.”

  His words feel like a match to my already-lit fire, and I can’t stop myself from clenching around him again. His speed picks up, but he still maintains those smooth strokes. “Oh, god, that feels good. Don’t stop,” I beg him.

  Wolf clucks his tongue. “Our girl likes the dirty talk.”

  “Mm,” Rush responds with a twist of his lips.

  Wolf stretches his body across mine and whispers against my lips, “Come for me, baby girl.” His tattooed fingers encircle my clit softly before he changes it up and pinches.

  I distantly hear Rush’s hiss as I squeeze my fist tight around him, but I’m too busy floating on a cloud of absolute bliss to pay attention. My vision blacks out for a moment and stars dance across my vision.

  “Goddamn,” Wolf grunts a second before he comes, holding his hips flush against mine, our chests heaving in tandem.

  After a few moments, he pulls out and collapses next to me on the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes.

  I just had one of the best orgasms of my life, but I’m not done yet. Not today. With lust coursing through my veins giving me courage, I push onto my knees with my hand still wrapped around Rush’s hard cock.

  I curl my hand around his neck and he fuses his mouth to mine, carrying me over to the armchair he was sitting in earlier. He sits down without breaking our kiss and I straddle him. I feel his dick hard against me and rock my hips without a second thought.

  He tilts my head to deepen our kiss, and my lust burns brighter, hotter. Quickly, I start that climb toward my orgasm again.

  I break our kiss to reach between us and roll a condom down his length. I position him at my core, desperate to feel him inside of me. Rush tightens his grip on my hips, stopping me from sinking down.

  “Eyes on me, baby.”

  He bunches my skirt in one fist and holds it to the side. Cool air washes over me, leaving goosebumps on my heated skin. His other hand smooths a path up my body until it’s resting against the hollow of my neck. I arch my back into his hold, my pleasure mounting at being in this position.

  “Go slow, yeah?”

  I nod my head twice before slowly lowering m
yself onto his cock. My breath hitches and my heart stutters. He feels easily as big as the other guys, and it doesn’t seem statistically possible for all of them to be so large, but I’m thanking my lucky stars for my good fortune.

  I pause when he’s fully seated inside me, giving myself a moment to adjust. When I start to roll my hips, Rush pulls me in for a bruising kiss. “You’re everything, Alaina.”

  I blink a few times at his intensity. He lets me control the pace for another moment before he takes over and starts fucking me from underneath. I put my hands on his shoulders and enjoy the ride.

  Pleasure infuses my limbs, making me feel boneless and heavy at the same time. My lips part in amazement. “I—I think I’m going to come again.”

  His pouty lips curved into a carnal grin. “I want to feel you soak my cock, birdie.”

  I whimper at his words—something about his tone and his words sending me spiraling higher and higher.

  The fabric of my skirt flutters around my hips and his palm goes back to my hip before smoothing down the curve of my ass. He encourages me to ride him faster and harder, and I meet his request with every dip and roll of my hips. His big palm covers my cheek, his fingertips grazing the one place I’ve never explored.

  A shiver zips down my spine at the possibility. And when he dips his fingertip to lightly graze me there, I see stars. My breath completely leaves me, and I can’t move as pleasure too overwhelming electrifies my body.

  Rush groans against my mouth as he finds his own pleasure, his hands flexing on my skin for a moment.

  I rest my forehead against his and try to collect myself. I feel like I left pieces of myself in this room today—or more likely, my inhibitions. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

  Something has awakened inside me since I met them, and for the first time in ten years, I feel like I’m right where I belong.

  I arch my back and tip my head back to meet the ocean-blue gaze of my missing piece. Sully leans against the closed bedroom door with his hands shoved down his pants. I watch the slow up and down movement of his arm, and somehow, a fresh wave of arousal slithers over me.

  His gaze narrows as he leisurely pumps his cock beneath the fabric of his pants. He’s the picture of desire with his bedroom eyes and tousled hair.

  I rake my teeth over my bottom lip as I look my fill of my boyfriend.

  Rush groans beneath me. “Fuck, baby. You keep clenching around me like that, and I’m never going to leave.”

  I chuckle and place a kiss on his lips before I rise off of him with a moan. “Patience, Dec.”

  My skirt flutters around my thighs as I cross the room to Sully, swaying my hips with each step. I stop in front of him and hold his gaze as I slowly unzip my skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of fabric at my feet. Then I reach behind my back, and with a flick of my wrist, I unhook my bra and slide it down my arms before it joins my skirt on the floor.

  His gaze flares, and his jaw clenches as he takes me in. It’s not the first time he’s seen me like this, but it’s the first time he’s had an audience.

  This isn’t the place for any insecurities, so even though he’s quiet in his perusal, I don’t let it affect me. I let the high of my previous orgasms embolden me and erase the space between us. I trail my fingertips down his chest until I reach his waistband and tug. His gasp is ambrosia to my ears.

  I slide his pants over his hips and gently bat his hand away, revealing his hard cock. I hold his gaze as I wrap my hand around him and sink to the ground. A low groan spills from his perfect lips, and I flash him a sultry smile before I take him in my mouth.

  “Goddamn, princess.”

  I run my tongue up and down his length before teasing his head. My hand covers everything my mouth can’t reach, and I relish in the feel of him against my tongue.

  Sully moans my name and tangles his fingers in my hair, holding it in a tight grip to keep me against his cock. I moan at his unspoken request, and a curse falls from his lips.

  He guides me off his cock with gentle pressure, and I can’t help the noise of protest. He thumbs my bottom lip as he stares at me with lust darkening his gaze. “I love your mouth, princess. But I wanna feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock.”

  My lips part on an exhale, and he slides his thumb inside my mouth. I flick my tongue against it, tasting his skin. Before I get carried away, he says, “Get on your knees on the bed.”

  I make quick work of crossing the room to the bed, a trio of chuckles fill the air. I guess they could feel my eagerness too. I smirk at Wolf as he reclines on the bed, leaning against the headboard. And as much as I’m eager to turn my fantasies into reality, I don’t think I’m ready to take all three of them at once. Not today, at least.

  My hands and knees sink into the plush comforter, putting my pussy on display. Just as I’m about to turn around, Sully slides his big palms over my cheeks and around my hips. He smooths his hands up and down my back, resting them on my hips. I wiggle my ass and scoot down on the bed until I feel him flush against me.

  “You know I don’t like to be teased, James.” My voice is raspy with desire.

  He curves his body over mine, trailing open-mouthed kisses down my back and slipping his fingers inside of me. “Fuck me, Lainey. You’re fucking soaked.”

  I groan his name, rocking my hips against his hands as he finger-fucks me into oblivion. I’ve never come so many times so quickly in my life, but as pleasure infuses my limbs and my chest heaves, I’m rapidly approaching my next orgasm.

  “I can feel you clenching around my fingers. You’re close, aren’t you, princess?” Sully’s whispered words against my back send shivers down my spine. He removes his hands and lips from my body, and just when I open my mouth to protest, I hear the familiar sound of a condom wrapper opening. And in the next second, I feel his hard cock at my entrance. “Hold on, Lainey.”

  I sink to my forearms and curl my fingers into the comforter, bracing myself as Sully slides inside of me. If I wasn’t already so wet, he’d probably have to take his time. But my arousal drips down my inner thighs, and Sully thrusts all the way inside of me. This position is different, and he feels bigger—deeper.

  “It’s too much. This angle. Too good.” My words are choppy and my breath comes out in pants as Sully starts that delicious rhythm that has me tingling all over.

  It starts in my toes—this feeling of pins and needles—and it crawls up my legs and over my hips. When he reaches around my hip and tweaks my clit, the feeling races up my spine and sets off an explosion behind my eyes that steals my breath. I swear I black out for a moment as pleasure so intense takes over my body.

  My name on Sully’s lips draws me back to earth in time to feel him lose himself inside of me. He grunts, holding his hips flush against my ass as I feel my walls flutter around his still-hard cock.

  I hold on for another second before my arms and legs give out and I fall onto the bed in a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss. Sully pulls out of me with a groan and lands on the bed next to me.

  With contentment and three explosive orgasms riding me hard, I feel my eyes flutter closed. “I just need to rest my eyes for a moment.”

  “Rest now, baby. We’ll take care of you,” Sully murmurs as he rolls over to pull a blanket over us.

  With his assurances, I let myself relax and trust that they’ll look after me.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Alaina

  After our eventful flight, I crashed hard for several hours. I woke up as we landed for one of our layovers. I was nervous that it would be awkward between the four of us—or worse, hurt feelings and resentment—but to my delight, there wasn’t anything like that. If anything, Wolf and Rush were downright giddy.

  Pairing that with Sully’s general mood improvement, and our in-flight dinner on our second layover was honestly weird. Good but weird. I could definitely get used to this—having three boyfriends who take care of all my needs. Maddie’s gonna die when I fill her in. Honestly, she’
s probably living out her own reverse harem fantasies by now. Once we’re home, and the danger dissipates, I’m going to spend an entire weekend with her and Mary, just catching up.

  We landed thirty minutes ago, and Rush insisted on driving to Seamus Flannery’s house first thing. I’m jet-lagged as hell with all the seemingly random layovers, but Rush always has a plan, and I trust him.

  Apparently, we already have someplace to be tonight, and maintaining the element of surprise is paramount when you have no idea who’s after you.

  I’m dozing in the backseat, admiring the rolling green hills on our drive. The sky is overcast, but it doesn’t dampen my appreciation for this beautiful country. I know I have some second or third cousins and other distant relatives somewhere in this country, but I haven’t seen them since I was really little—young enough that I wouldn’t even remember them if I didn’t see the photos.

  After another hour, Rush turns down a gravel driveway located between two huge leafy bushes. I sit up straighter and smooth out the wrinkles in my shirt. Suddenly, I feel nervous. Maybe I should’ve packed nicer clothes in my carry-on.

  After I woke up in the bedroom on the plane, I changed into a plain white v-neck and a dark-purple skirt, this one flared around my thighs.

  Rush cuts the engine, the silence interrupting my thoughts before they spiral too much. “Everyone ready? We go in, get our answers, and get out. This isn’t a social visit. We have no way of knowing how he’ll react or who he’s loyal to. A lot can change in ten years.”

  I nod along with Rush and expel the deep breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I inhale and square my shoulders. “I’m ready.”

  As if they were waiting for my approval, all three of my men open their doors at the same time. I follow suit a second later and stand next to Sully. “Here goes nothing.”

  I let Sully lead me to the bright red door of the country house. Green ivy crawls along the front, concealing most of the brick underneath. I blow out a breath and ring the doorbell, immediately stepping back two steps. Sully and Wolf flank me on either side, and Rush stands behind me.