Page 109 of Sweet Vengeance
“There’s no going back for me either.” We have that in common, and in some ways, it’s the same as my parents were when it came to each other, the same way Cillian’s were as well. “Rian and Moira made it work, and we will too.”
“I like the sound of that.” He presses his lips to mine, so very sweetly.
The frustration and worry from earlier melt away, turning to desire…to need. I clutch at Cillian’s shirt, fist it in my hands, just touching him somehow steadying me. “Show me. Show me I’m yours. Show me how much you want me. I need it, Cillian. I need you to remind me we’re okay and always will be. Remind me I belong to you.”
“I need it too. Need you.” Cillian rips my shirt off, then does the same to his own. When he pulls me close again, this time he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, and he carries me to the bed. He lies down on top of me, the two of us rutting together as our mouths battle and our tongues tangle together. My hands run up and down his back, nails scratching as I go, and all it does is make him kiss me harder, thrust against me more.
“My dirty boy needs dick, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Your dick.”
“Fuck, I need to be connected to you too.” He pulls off me and stands, and I immediately miss the contact.
Cillian frantically works us both out of our clothes and grabs the lube he’d used earlier to jerk off. I pull him to me, crawling backward so we can kiss while we move up on the bed. Once my head hits the pillows, I’m looking up at him, Cillian down at me with what I swear is awe.
“I’m not sure what I did to deserve you, but I’m going to fucking treasure you. I won’t make you regret it—not any of it. We’re going to have the best fucking life.”
“We will, and I’ll never regret it.” That’s not how love works for us. We’re too deep and in tune. From the start I felt a connection to him that never made sense, but the truth is, it doesn’t have to be explainable, it doesn’t have to follow the rules. It’s just us, and we’re true and pure and real.
We kiss again, his tongue invading my mouth in the most perfect way. My fingers tangle in the brown locks of his hair, Cillian working one slick finger into my hole. I arch toward him, spread my legs wider, need more, and he gives it to me, one quickly becoming two, then three.
I’m frantic with need for him, delirious in my want. “Just fuck me. I need your cock so bad. I’m dying for it, baby. Please just give it to me.” I don’t know what it is about begging for him, about telling him what I want without fear or embarrassment, that makes me feel so strong, that makes me feel powerful, confident, and proud, but it does, and I plan to hold on to that, to keep filling myself up with it, and I know it fills him up too.
“I got you. I’ll always give you what you need.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then pulls his fingers out. I shake beneath him, watching Cillian as he slicks his cock with lube. He lies beside me, turning me so my back is to him. He lifts my leftleg, then grabs his cock and presses it against my rim. “I’ll give you all the cock you need, all my cock, all day every day if you need it. I’ll keep you filled with me, and the times it can’t be my dick, my cum will be inside you, my dirty boy.”
“Yes. God yes.” My eyes sting, this moment, every moment with him more intense than the last.
Cillian pushes inside me, soothing an ache I only have for him, that only he can cure. I turn my head, seek out his mouth, which Cillian gives to me. We kiss as he keeps working his way in and then breathe into each other’s mouths when he can’t go any deeper.
“Fuck me,” I say against his lips, realizing how much I really do use that word when it comes to this, when it comes to sex with him.
Cillian pulls back and thrusts forward again, taking me hard and fast, holding me to him, devouring my mouth as he pistons into my hole. It’s the best feeling, everything good in the world. No matter how much I try, I won’t last long. Cillian wraps a hand around my dick, stroking, fucking and kissing, all the sensations creating the perfect storm inside me.
“The way you love me,” he says softly in my ear. “The way you give yourself to me. The way you protect me and defend me. You’re so fucking brave. I know you don’t see it, but you are. You’re braver than me, stronger than me. How are you not afraid of anything?”
I can’t imagine a world where someone would see me that way, but I know Cillian is being honest and that he does.
He slows his pumps, like he’s trying to draw out the pleasure. “There are so many times when you should run, but you don’t…you stay. I challenge the way you’ve always thought, who you are. Why do you stay?”
“You’ve set me free, Cillian. You’ve opened up my world. You’ve shown me that vengeance can be sweet, and that goodand bad can coexist.”
“Fuck,” he grits out, then quickens the pace, taking me hard and fast again.
My vision blurs, and as wild as it sounds, it’s like I’m transcending to a different place, a world where only Cillian and I exist. My orgasm already teases at my full balls, a tingling spreading out from the base of my spine. My head drops back on his shoulder, my body bowing off Cillian in ecstasy. “I’m going to come. Oh God, I’m already going to come.” I hardly get the words out before my body splinters apart in pleasure. I’m spiraling into this world where it’s all the pleasure that Cillian gives me, the hot splash of my cum painting my abs and chest.
“Fuck…me too. Gonna give you my load. Gonna breed you.”
Cillian’s dick spasms inside me, doing exactly as he promised, giving himself to me, filling me with him, the way we both crave.
I feel high, or at least, what I assume being high feels like, as though I’m floating with Cillian and only he can bring me back to earth again. He stays inside me until he can’t anymore, until his cock softens and slips out, holding me, kissing my cheek, my forehead, my temple, touching me with hands that can be so rough with other people, but will only be gentle with me.
It takes us a long while before we speak. We just lie there, sweaty, cummy limbs entangled.
“We’ll prove wrong anyone who doubts us,” I finally say.
“The way only we can,” Cillian agrees.
It won’t always be easy, and we won’t always get it right on the first try, but we’re in this together, Cillian and me. The family he’s given me in Rory, Dean, Tiernan, and Aislin. Nothing can stop us.
