‘You’re so hot,’ Zach says as he writhes around behind me. I don’t answer him. He groans. I’m not sure whether it’s with satisfaction or out of frustration. Maybe he’s not enjoying this either. Threesomes are bullshit. Well this one is anyway. I certainly won’t be having another one in a hurry. My whole sex life has been shit. I’m beginning to think sex is the most overrated and sensationalised act humans bang on about. Or maybe it’s just me… after all, I am the common denominator in my shitty sex life. I am the only one who’s been there with all three men I’ve let inside me. Or four. It’s four now, I guess. Two tonight. Wow. I wonder when that will sink in for real. Four penises. All of different length, girth, and all these sizes have been vastly overrated. I haven’t really enjoyed any penis that has entered me. Not really. Sex with Eddie was all right at the start, but it soon got boring. Maybe I’m the boring one. Maybe I should get up off my face, turn around, pull Jason and Zach on to their backs and jump on top of them, one at a time. Ride them like a cowgirl. Be a proper dirty little slut. But I actually have no interest in having sex with any of them. Not any more. My mojo is gone. All I want to do is go home, curl up into my bed and fall asleep. Maybe I’ll wake up in the morning and regret this. Or maybe I’ll wake up and feel disappointed that I didn’t give it my best shot. It’s really annoying me that I don’t know how I feel, how I should feel, how I will feel.
I want to say ‘no’. I want to repeat the word fifty times. Tell Zach to get away from me, tell him and Jason to get out of the room, that I need time to myself. But the word won’t come out. I can hear myself say it, over and over again. But I know it’s only inside my head, nobody else can hear it.
Then Zach takes me out of my thought by letting out a loud groan. I’m pretty sure it’s out of frustration more than anything. He’s not groaning in ecstasy. He’s not even inside me anymore. No part of his body is. I think he’s just kneeling back on the bed, panting— letting out sharp, heavy breaths.
‘You’re amazing,’ he says, then he pats me on the back as if I’m a little pony he’s just been on for a ride around. I let out a deep sigh — the only significant sound I’ve made in the past twenty minutes. I look up when the music grows louder. The door’s swiped open again. I manage to move my head to look behind and make out Li’s silhouette. I wrap one arm around my breasts so he can’t see them; hold my other hand down by my crotch. But aside from that, I can’t move. I know my ass is still hovering above the mattress, my knees, head and shoulders still sunken into it.
Then I feel him crawl up on to the bed, changing positions with Zach.
This can’t be happening. Li’s not going to have sex with me. Is he? We get on with each other like brother and sister. This can’t be right. I hear myself scream ‘no’ inside my head. Then I feel him enter me. What the fuck is going on?
I raise my head fully from the mattress for the first time and stare back at Li. His glasses have steamed up, he’s thrusting into me as quickly as he can. It’s not hurting me, in fact I seem to have moistened somewhat. But I know I’m not turned on. I know I don’t want this. I take a deep breath and brace myself to say the word that has been circulating in my head for the past five minutes. I don’t know why it won’t come out. I shake my head. But I don’t think he can see me. My breathing gets quicker, then sharper. Speak for fuck sake, Sabrina. Speak. Say it. Say it!
‘No, no, no!’ I scream.
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There’s something not quite right about tonight. Both myself and Jason are flat out on a sofa each; neither of us talking. We’re just drowning in the shite music blaring from the TV.
I can’t believe Jason gave up on Sabrina, allowed Zach to take control. For somebody who’s been a huge success as a professional athlete, he really can be such an easy pushover at times. Especially when it comes to Zach.
I imagine what Zach’s up to now. Probably getting an amazing blowjob from one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I was starting to get jealous when Jason took her into the bedroom about twenty minutes ago, but I’m not jealous now. I’m just frustrated; frustrated with Jason, frustrated with Zach, definitely frustrated with Sabrina. She seemed like such a nice girl. I can’t believe she’s just another slut. The world seems to be full of them these days.
I should have just gone home when we left the airport and curled up in bed beside Niamh. I was actually looking forward to going to Homebase in the morning. Maybe we still can. We got to get that paint for the bathroom.
Jesus. I really am getting old — worrying about the state of our little apartment. Can’t believe I’m going to be a dad soon, going to be a married man not that long after. I’m so lucky. But I’m aware of my luck, so that’s okay. I don’t live with any guilt that I’ve managed to find everything I’ve ever wanted in life. I’ve got a decent job, an adorable family, great mates, an amazing girlfriend. There’s nothing I would change about my life. And I know there are not a lot of people who could genuinely say that.
I stare over at Jason. I know he certainly couldn’t say that. He’s definitely depressed. His eyes are closed, but I know by the way he’s slouched on that couch that he’s crying inside. Maybe we all just need to get the fuck out of here. Get Jason home. I’ll call into his mam’s tomorrow afternoon when I’m back from Homebase. Have a proper heart-to-heart with him then.
I drop my feet to the ground and muster enough energy to get myself to a standing position, stretching and yawning when I’m finally upright. There’s no noise coming from the bedroom. I step closer to it, try to gauge if Sabrina and Zach are finished. I think they are. I’ll tell them we’re checking out, heading home.
But when I slide the door open I see Sabrina in doggy position, her skin as perfect as any models’ I’ve ever seen. It looks as if Zach has just finished. He’s steadily getting himself to a standing position after popping his cock back inside his boxer shorts. It’s not a smile he shoots in my direction, it’s more of a gurn. Then he taps me on the shoulder as he passes me and makes his way towards Jason. I don’t look at him because I can’t keep my eyes off Sabrina’s ass. I’ve never seen anything like it.
I start rubbing at myself, my dick standing to attention. She hasn’t moved. Maybe she’s waiting on me. I look behind me at the boys, then back at Sabrina. I wonder if I owe myself this — my last hurrah before I get married. But before I’ve stewed the thought fully around my head, I’m on the bed, my dick in my hand. I’m not even sure when I pulled down my zip. And now I’m inside her. I can’t believe it. I never thought I’d have sex with somebody this hot. It feels so good. I want to take a snap shot of this moment, so I can play it over and over in my head for the rest of my life. Though I can’t really see Sabrina’s beautiful face.
She raises her head from the bed. She’s panting. She really is enjoying this. What a dirty slut. Three dicks she’s had tonight and is still gagging for more. Or is she? I watch her shake her head. Her breaths becoming sharper.
Then she snaps her face back towards me.
‘No, no, no!’ she shouts back.
I twist her hair around my hand and grip it tightly. Then I force her face back down on to the mattress and hold it there while I continue to thrust in and out of her.
‘Shh,’ I whisper. ‘Keep quiet. I won’t be long.’
THE END
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It took the support of a small army to make this story come to life.
Firstly, a massive thank you to my wife Kerry who looked me square in the eye in February of 2018 when I raised the initial idea for this novel and said: “You have to write that story.”
I wasn’t convinced I could do the subject justice, but Kerry can make anyone believe anything is possible.
Almost two years on, I’m convinced I did do this story justice. But that’s because Kerry drove me to that belief. Thank you.
I should also thank my daughter Lola who really didn’t do anything to help me write this novel. But someday – in the distant future – she will read my books and wonder why she wasn’t mentioned in the acknowledgements… so here y’are Lolipops.
Barry O’Hanlon, Hannah Healy, Margaret Lyons and Yvonne Taylor read very early drafts of this book way back when and gave me superb pointers on where the arc needed improvement. She Said, Three Said is a much more refined novel for your input, guys.
I also need to thank Brigit Taylor, Mary Howes, Liv Sbrabaro, Deborah Hart, Eileen Cline, Suzanne Gilmore and Roz Casagrande for their input in this novel. Each of them read my third draft and helped me round off the jaunted edges.
I need to specifically mention lawyer Johanna Ryan who shared, with me, her amazing knowledge of the legal landscape when it comes to these types of trials. This book would not have been possible without your input.
I’d also like to mention Samantha Sherlock and Glen Moore who shared their experience of sitting on major trials as a juror in Dublin’s Criminal Court with me — helping me steer the juror chapters towards reality.
I must also mention my mother, Joan and my sister Debra… just cause.
The Rape Crisis Network Ireland provided me with the stunning statistics that appear throughout this book – thank you for all the marvellous work you do.
And a big thank you also goes to the editors of this novel: Maureen Vincent-Northam and the aforementioned Brigit Taylor.
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