Page 116 of Equilibrium
I wanted to fucking forget the person that was living inside my heart.
His hand tightened around my neck, and with a punishing bite, he kept lowering his head from my collarbone to my chest.
This was going to leave marks, but I didn’t care anymore. As long as I didn’t feel anything else but what was happening now, I was happy.
As long as I could forget everything else, this was okay.
Bruises, cuts, scrapes, that was my love language. I didn’t know how to do it differently.
But you almost did it with Storm. You almost let him see your heart.
Fuck off. Fuck the fuck off right now. He was going to get buried as well, along with all my mistakes and regrets.
He could drown with the rest of them because this body carried more than it could count.
“Fuck me, Kieran. I want you to fuck me like it’s the most important thing in your life.”
He ripped my panties in half, the fabric falling at my feet. I spread my legs as he cupped my pussy in his hand, the punishing grip for both him and me.
“I am going to fuck you so hard they will hear you screaming my name all the way to Santa Monica.”
As Kieran kneeled in front of me, spreading me wide and dragging his nose against my inner thigh, my eyes landed on a figure in the dark.
Cillian.
His rigid stance almost made him look like a ghost. I still wondered why I never noticed him. Maybe his demons would’ve danced better with mine.
When Kieran’s lips started sucking my clit into his mouth, I couldn’t move my eyes away from Cillian. I imagined his lips on me while Kieran drove me closer to the brink. I cupped my breasts into my hands and bit my lip. He was breathing harder; I could see his chest rising and falling faster now.
One finger entered me, and I moaned, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.
Cillian took a step closer, than another one, and another one, until he was standing just behind Kieran.
His blue eyes were hooded, and I knew that he wanted this as much as I did. No matter how fucked up this was, we didn’t know any better. We were both cut from the same cloth. We were both fighting the same demons, just on different levels.
Our heads were our cages, but for tonight... For one night, we had to escape.
“Do you want both of us, birdy?” Kieran asked as his fingers continued stroking my inner walls. He was taking it slow, extending my torture. “Do you want Cillian as well?”
“Yes,” I answered, without a moment of hesitation.
Cillian didn’t waste a second to stand next to me, pulling my hair and lifting my head up.
“You want both of our cocks to fill you up, baby girl?” His voice was raspy, those hooded eyes seeing more than I wanted. “You want to be our little toy?”
“Fuck yes!” I screeched as Kieran hit that spot inside that made my legs quiver. Kieran increased the pressure on my clit, lapping at the juices flowing from me. He relentlessly kept his ministrations, as Cillian gripped my throat, bringing my lips to his.
“I like your lips, Ophelia,” he whispered above me. “They taste like the sweetest sin.”
I could feel his hardness at my hip, and I gripped him with my right hand. His eyes closed on a groan before he attacked my lips, his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth.
“Oh fuck.” I moved away as Kieran increased his pace. “Holy fucking shit.”
Cillian squeezed my breast and my eyes started rolling to the back of my head from the intensity I was experiencing.
Kieran between my legs, and Cillian gripping, caressing my body; they were everywhere.
Taking a step back, Cillian removed his shirt, revealing a broad chest and the V-trail I wanted to lick since the last time I saw him. He smirked at me and moved closer, leaving soft kisses on my neck, over my chest and moving his hand between my legs.
