Page 4 of Sweet Vengeance
“Message her.”
Rory does, and seconds later, he holds up his phone so I can see her response that she’s down to hook up with both of us tonight.
We grin at each other, then push to our feet. We’re kids in a fucking candy store all of a sudden. “We’re gonna go fuck Cherie,” I tell Tiernan.
“Who’s Cherie?”
“A dancer,” Rory answers.
“It is so weird, the things the two of you do together.” Dean shakes his head.
“No one asked you, New Kid,” I tease, using his nickname from last year.
He flips me off, and I laugh because that’s so Dean.
“Do you wanna dip? I hate people,” he tells Tiernan.
“Fuck yes,” Tiernan replies.
We say our goodbyes, Rory and I heading toward the back rooms, where he told Cherie we’d meet her. Rory practically bounces the whole way there, he’s so stoked for this.
The guard at the door in the back recognizes us and stands up straighter. “Mr. O’Shea, Mr. Fitzpatrick. Cherie is waiting for you in room four,” he says, letting us in.
We walk down the long, dimly lit hallway until we reach our destination. Like I said, everything is available in Paradise—legal or not, and nearly everything can be bought. The crucial part is, everyone here who is selling sex is doing it because they want to. Trafficking people isn’t something we take part in.
I open the door, the smell of cleaner immediately hittingmy nostrils. It’s clear someone was recently inside, making sure there’s nothing left over from whoever used the room before us. There’s a bed with clean sheets, a couch, bowls with condoms and individual lube packets on a shelf by the bed, and that’s about it. There’s also a window with the shade down—but which can be pulled up if you want to be watched.
Cherie is leaning against the wall, in nothing but a G-string and heels. She’s voluptuous in all the right places, curvy hips, plump ass, big tits, and a soft belly I find really fucking sexy.
“No double penetration. You can spit-roast me. No anal, and whoever fucks me wears a condom,” Cherie says, all business.
“That’s good with me. I’ll take your mouth since you’ve been talking with Rory already.”
She nods, takes off her heels, and walks toward us. She’s got dark-brown hair like mine, and red lips that will feel great wrapped around my cock.
“You’re Rian O’Shea’s son, aren’t you? Your dad is hot.”
My back stiffens, and I feel Rory press his arm against mine in support. “Have you fucked him?”
“No.”
“Good.” Because if she had, there’s no way in hell I’d be doing this.
“Why don’t you take off our clothes?” Rory suggests. I let him lead the way. The two of us always play it by ear when we do this, but again, since he was talking to her first, this is his show.
Cherie unbuttons Rory’s shirt first. Her nails are the same color as her lips, and she keeps going until she can tug it off his shoulders and throw it on the couch. Instead of going to his pants, she removes my shirt next, then kneels in front ofRory, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.
“Fuck…this is gonna feel nice inside me.” He rubs her palm against his bulge.
“Why don’t you hurry and get it out so you can play with it?” Rory tells her.
She laughs but does as he says, pulling his jeans and underwear down. She stops when she gets to his shoes, removing those and then his jeans.
Rory’s already hard, his cock eager and pointing at her. He’s got curly red pubes, the same color as the hair on his head, his dick paler than mine, and leaking. Rory has always been a leaker.
“Kiss it,” Rory tells her, and she does, pressing her lips to the tip.
“Now me.” I step closer, again feeling Rory’s arm against mine the way I had a moment ago. He strokes himself while Cherie gets me naked, then kisses the tip of my cock.
