Page 63 of Sweet Vengeance
I grin and stroke faster, nuzzle into his throat, kissing and licking the salty skin there.
Ollie reaches one hand behind him, grabs my hip, squeezes it, pressing his fingertips in while I jerk him off. He pushes his ass back against me like he’s riding my cock. He wants it so fucking bad. I can feel it in his movements, hear it in the sharp, needy intakes of breath.
“You’re killing me, dirty boy. I try and do right by you, but you make it so fucking hard.” I want to pull his sweats down, bend him over, and fuck him right here. Want to bury myself as deep as I can, fuck him hard and claim him, fill his ass with my load and shove a plug inside to keep it there.
He’s leaking like crazy, his cock slick with precum. I tighten my grip, jacking him faster.
“Cillian…Cillian…Cillian…” He says my name over and over again, knowing how much I like it.
I press my groin into him, mimic the movements of fucking him, try like hell not to lose my head.
When the back door opens, I freeze, not because I’m embarrassed, but because I don’t know who it is or how far Ollie is willing to take this…and also because I want to protect this, protect what’s mine, what I don’t want to share of this moment that should only belong to us unless…
“Fuck,” Rory grits out.
Ollie tenses, but I resume moving my hand up and down his cock, slower this time. I nip his ear, then kiss it. “What do you want me to do, dirty boy? Do you want me to tell him to fuck off?”
Rory takes another step forward, then stops. He watches, waits, unwilling to do anything unless I say he can, but he does reach down, cupping his dick through his jeans.
“It’s up to you. Always up to you. I only want what you want.” As much as I would be willing, would fucking love to share this moment with Rory, the only way I want that to happen is if Ollie craves it too.
“He can…stay…”
“Come a little closer, Ror…watch me make him come. Watch my dirty boy lose it for me.”
Rory curses again, walking closer. He stops about ten steps in front of us, eyes firmly on my hand moving up and down inside Ollie’s sweats. “What’s he doing to you, Bunny?” Rory asks.
“He’s, um…jerking me off…he’s going to make me come,” Ollie says huskily.
“You want me to watch? I’ve been fucking dying to see the two of you. I stroke it every night in bed thinking about it…seeing Cil with someone he cares about so fucking much.” Rory’s ice-blue gaze shoots to me.
And I do…care about Ollie. Probably too much. This whole situation with him has gotten out of hand too quickly. How am I going to lose him? How can I be me without him after knowing what it’s like to have him?
I kiss his neck again, look over and see Rory unbutton and unzip his jeans, pulling himself out. He wraps a hand around his cock, no discomfort at all, stroking himself while he watches me pleasure Ollie.
“Fuck…” Ollie lets out, and I smile.
“I made you say fuck again, such a dirty word, but then, you’re a dirty boy now, aren’t you?” I look at Rory. “He’s my dirty boy. You should see him on his knees for me, starving for my cock. He needs it. Don’t you? You need my dick?”
“Yes…God, yes. I need it.”
“Jesus.” Rory’s hand speeds up, his stare intense.
I can feel that Ollie’s almost there, that any second now he’s going to come, but he’s trying to hold it off.
“Where do you want it? In your sweats, or do you want to pull them down for Rory to see? Less mess that way, but if that’s what you want,youhave to do it, Kitten. It’s always upto you.” I use the nickname so he knows this isn’t just about the sex game, it’s not about him being dirty, but that I’m really askinghim.
His hand eases off my hip, drops to his side, and then he reaches for the edge of his sweats and tugs gently. They get stuck, and he has to try again, pulling them away from his body, stopping when his pants and underwear are mid-thigh. His long, pale cock is so pretty, sticking out, red and swollen and slick with his desire.
“Fuck, Cil. Your boy is pretty. He keeps his hair nice and groomed for you. Do you suck that pretty cock for him?”
“Hell yes. I swallow all the cum in his balls too.” I turn my attention back to Ollie. “Let him see how much you can shoot. Show him those big loads you give me.”
“Oh shit.” Ollie’s back bows away from me, his body trembling as his balls draw up and he comes, slick, thick cream hitting the ground and running down his shaft. I keep stroking, keep pulling it out of him, watch him spurt again and again until he’s limp against me and I feel like one simple touch and I’d be coming in my pants.
When I’ve drained it all from his nuts, I lift my hand, lick the cum off my fingers, both Ollie and I watching as Rory cries out in his own loud orgasm. “Fuck, that was hot,” my best friend says.
His words snap Ollie out of the lust-induced haze he was in. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I did that.”
