Page 49 of Sweet Vengeance
When I gag a little, he asks, “You good, dirty boy? Need me to ease up, or can I keep going?”
He doesn’t take his dick out of my mouth, so when I reply, my words come out around a mouth full of cock. “Keep going.”
“Fuck yes.” Cillian doesn’t take his eyes off me, his blue gaze dark, hair hanging into his eyes as he watches himself take what he wants from my mouth.
Each time he thrusts, pleasure shoots to my dick. I wrap a hand around my cock, stroking it. Cillian growls in response, jaw tight, his expression intense, like he’s already so close to the edge. It’s a powerful feeling to give him that, to bring such a strong man this much satisfaction, to watch him concentrate on me with such a penetrating stare, and from the looks of it, like he’s already trying to keep himself from coming.
It’s like there’s nothing I can’t do, right here on this spot on my knees for him.
I both love and hate it when my eyes begin to water, love that it’s happening because Cillian’s fucking my mouth but hate it because I can’t see him.
“Shh,” he says, and then his hands are wiping the stray tears falling down my face. “You’re being so good for me. I love seeing you like this, watching you let go for me. You’re assurprised by this as me, aren’t you? Maybe even more so. I knew you were different. I knew you were fucking special, and I get to be the one to watch you see just how special you are.”
My chest feels funny hearing him say that. My head feels odd too, like he’s knocked down walls I didn’t know were there, discovered more secrets hiding inside me. I want to be everything Cillian said, and I’m both scared and excited about that. Everything about him makes me feel that way, conflicting emotions I’m never sure what to make of.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. You gonna drink it up for me?”
Cillian is a blur through the wetness in my eyes, so I nod, still jerking my cock.
When he thrusts into my mouth again, he holds himself there, not too deep but enough that I feel his cock twitch on my tongue, then the first spurt of his release. A burst of salty liquid explodes on my taste buds, just as I give in to another orgasm of my own. I feel like I’m being sucked down into a vortex, one filled with all my favorite things, everything that makes me feel good, as I shoot onto myself and Cillian’s cum jets into my mouth. I swallow all of him down, drain his balls while I empty my own, mostly just from how much I enjoyed blowing him.
That’s…not normal, is it? I’ve always enjoyed giving head, but I never liked it to this extent.
“Don’t move,” he orders, stepping away. I hate that I reach for him, that I don’t want him to walk away. I take off my glasses and swipe at my eyes with my clean hand, when I hear, “I said don’t move.”
I look at Cillian, and he has a wet washcloth with him. I didn’t even hear the water come on. He wipes my face first, then kneels in front of me, cleaning my release off my thighs, followed by my hand.
“You okay? Your ribs and shit?”
Now that the sex is over, I feel like slinking into myself. That was…a lot. I can’t help wondering what he thinks about me after that.
“Hey, look at me, dirty boy. You’re not disappearing on me now. That was the hottest blowjob of my life.”
I huff in disbelief.
“I’m serious. It was. And I’m hoping you want to do that a whole lot more…at my house. In my bed.”
“I’m not leaving my dorm.”
“Then we’re going to have a problem because I’m not leaving you here until I know you’re safe, and I’ve got responsibilities that make it harder for me to be away from home.”
“I have responsibilities too!” I push to my feet. “And I don’t need you to take care of me.” But I want him to protect me, want to know he’s there.
“Responsibilities you can handle just as easily at my home. Jesus, you’re a whole lot more agreeable with my dick in your mouth. We’ll talk about this tomorrow. It’s late.”
“Fine.” I’m pouting and being a little unreasonable, but I don’t have it in me to self-reflect tonight. I just…want more of what we had just a moment ago.
“Get into bed,” he says. I reach for my underwear, but Cillian shakes his head. “Without those.” When I cock a brow at him, he adds, “Please. I can’t figure out what the fuck to think of you. Most people don’t act like this with me, you know that?”
“Well, they should. You can’t get your way all the time.” But still, I get into bed naked.
“We’ll see about that.”
I turn out the lamp, heart beating against my chest like a drum.
We’re both quiet, me stiff as a board beside him. Iwant…more. God, why do I want more? I want the comfort that being with Cillian brings me, even as I fight it.
Cillian must be able to tell something’s wrong because he sighs. “You can put your damn clothes on if you want. You know I wouldn’t force myself on you, right? Even after what we just did.”
