Page 46 of Sweet Vengeance
I toss his clothes to the floor. Ollie has a nice cock. It’s long, thinner than mine, and pale, with a darker pink head. His balls are full and tight, his blond pubes groomed and cut short, nearly shaved.
“Fuuuck. So damn pretty.” I reach out and wrap a hand around him. Ollie hisses, thrusts forward, fucking into my hand. His shaft is so hot to the touch, blood pulsing in his thick veins and against my palm.
It doesn’t feel weird to be touching someone else’s dick. I don’t think I’m wired that way. If I want something, thenthat’s all that matters, and I want Ollie.
I brush my thumb over the tip, collecting the precum leaking there, then continue to stroke him. Ollie’s hands fist in the blanket, his thighs tight. It’s clear he’s trying to stay quiet, not to show me how much he’s enjoying this, not comfortable enough to lose himself to the pleasure.
“Let me hear you. If you want my hand…or my mouth, I need to hear how much you want it, how good it feels. I want your sounds.”
“Oh fuck,” jumps from his mouth as he drops his head back.
“Naughty boy. Who knew you said such dirty words?”
“I…curse…”
I smile at his reply. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you say fuck.”
“Rory said that today too.” He thrusts slightly while I’m still jerking him off.
“Hmm. I wonder what he would say if he saw you now? Naked and writhing, wanting me to do filthy things to you.” The idea of it is hot, Rory seeing us together. Watching me touch Ollie, hearing how bad he wants it.
“Oh shit.” Ollie’s cock jerks, and he shoves my hand away. His eyes pop open, wide and unsure. “I’m sorry. I just…”
“Did you almost come just from hearing me say that?”
“Shut up.” He looks away.
I use my other hand to turn his head so he’s facing me. “Don’t do that. Don’t look away from me. I think it’s fucking hot. It can be arranged if you want. Rory likes to watch people. He won’t touch you unless I say he can, and I won’t say he can unless you want it.” Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his shaft again, liking the feel of Ollie’s length against my palm. “I can’t wait to set that dirty boy inside of you free, Kitten.”
Maybe that’s wrong. Maybe it makes me an asshole. I’m touching him, going to make him come after taking someone’s life tonight, something he doesn’t want me to do, and now planning out ways to introduce him to threesomes, but the sex part of him is different. It’s there, beneath the surface. I can feel it, and damned if I don’t want to be the one to set Ollie free.
“Does it feel good?” I ask him.
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me how good it feels.”
“Um…” He bites his bottom lip, his blond, wavy hair a mess. His glasses are slightly askew. Ollie already looks blissed out, completely lost to touch—my touch. My chest swells at the thought. Turning him on, turning him inside out, is the greatest high. “I like…the feel of your calluses against my shaft…how strong your hand feels. The way it slides up and down my cock.”
“That’s it, dirty boy. Keep going.” I look down, see how much he’s leaking for me, how hard he is, and fuck, is it sexy.
“I, um…God, I want to come so bad. Please, Cillian. Please make me come.”
“I will.” I lean in, flick his hardened nipple with my tongue. “But I want you to come in my mouth. How does that feel? Do you know how much power that gives you? Yours is the first cock Cillian O’Shea will taste. The first time I give head belongs to you. That’s how much I want you. That’s how fucking wild you make me. That should make you feel like a fucking king.”
I want that for him. Ollie doesn’t see how incredible he is, how desirable, how unique he is in this world—in my world.
“Do you want my mouth on you?”
“Yessss,” he hisses.
“Because you’re a dirty boy.”
I move to lie between his legs, Ollie’s long cock in my face. I can smell the musk of him, the heady scent that makes my mouth water and my dick throb.
“You have a pretty cock. I can’t wait to taste it.” I fuckingcraveeverything about him, and I don’t want to wait anymore.
I press my tongue against the base of his shaft, taste the salt on his skin, then lick my way to the tip. It’s addicting, my desire ramping higher and higher.
