Page 57 of Sweet Vengeance
“What? Why do you feel stupid?” Did I miss something?
Ollie shoves to his feet. “They were laughing at me. The way I defended you as if they give a shit if I’m here or not, then Rory saying I was going to fight Tiernan for you. I get that I’m not the same as the rest of you, that I’m like this big joke who gets the shit kicked out of me and can’t defend myself, but—”
“No one thinks that about you.”
Ollie rolls his eyes, and though it’s not the time for it, I can’t hold back my smile. Why does just being around him make everything feel better?
I walk over to him, take his face in my hands. “It takes a lot of fucking guts to stand strong in who you are and what you believe. Most people can’t do that the way you do. No one was laughing at you. No one thinks you’re weak. They’re fuckingimpressed. You stood up for me the way they would. Do you think any of them would let me go down for their mistakes? Fuck no. And you wouldn’t either. That was…” More than I ever thought I would have from anyone other than Rory, Tiernan, Aislin, and Dean.
“Was what?” he asks, suddenly sounding breathless. Is it me, or are we even closer? Is his head tilted up toward mine?
“Everything,” I say, the first word that comes to mind, somehow managing to keep the second one in my thoughts.Mine, mine, mine.
Before anything else slips free, I slam my mouth down on Ollie’s. It’s not until he opens his mouth for me and I lick my way inside that I remember this is our first kiss. This is the first time I’m tasting him, and it goes straight to my head, making me feel drunk off him.
Ollie moans into my mouth, his arms encircling my shoulders. He kisses me the way he sucked my dick, like he’s dying for it, like he’s spent a hundred years in the desert, and I’m his first drink. Like he’s craving me, wants to devour me, like his whole fucking world is wrapped up in me, and despite knowing that’s not true, it’s the sexiest lie I’ve ever known.
I’m surprised when it’s him pushing me backward, our lips not parting, each of us taking what we need out of the kiss until the back of my knees hit the bed. I fall onto it, pulling Ollie with me, and he ravages my mouth, my hands sliding up and down his back, pushing under his shirt to touch his smooth, warm skin.
He was willing to stand up to Tiernan for me.
He was willing to put himself at risk for me.
Fuck, I can’t get over how that makes me feel.
I growl when he pulls his mouth away from mine, glasses askew. “I wasn’t done kissing you.” Has kissing ever tasted so good? Felt so good?
“I want to suck your cock. Please,” he begs on a soft whimper filled with need.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” I tangle my fingers through his hair, tug him down for another claiming kiss. “Look at you, my dirty boy is back. You want to suck my dick?”
“Yes. God yes. I’ve been dying for it since last night.”
“Me too,” I admit. “Do it. Let me feel your sexy mouth around my dick. You have the most perfect cock-sucking lips.”
Ollie slides down to the floor. I scoot so I’m on the edge of my bed, leaning on my elbows while I watch him take off my shoes, then unbutton and unzip my jeans before tugging them down. I’m already painfully hard, my dick leaking and eager for the pleasure I know I’ll find in Ollie’s mouth.
Before he can even get my underwear down, he buries his face in my groin, breathing in deeply and mouthing my cock through my boxer briefs the way he’d done last night.
“Take me out, dirty boy. I need to fuck your mouth.” I love being able to talk to him like this, love how amped up I get on all things Ollie, my sweet little kitten with sharp claws and a feral need for my dick.
He sits back, and I lift my hips for him to strip me. I take off my shirt too, then tangle my hand in his hair again, holding him in place, while I hold the base of my dick with my other hand. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes. You know it is.”
“Say it. I want to hear you say:I’m a dirty boy who loves Cillian’s dick.”
His cheeks pinken, his eyes glassy when he says, “I’m a dirty boy who loves Cillian’s dick.”
“My dirty boy,” I amend.
He cocks his head slightly.
“Say it. I need to hear it.”
“Your dirty boy.”
“Fuck,” I grit out, then tug him close to my cock. Ollie immediately sucks it to the back of his throat, using his hand to jerk me off while he bobs on my erection.
