Page 72 of Sweet Vengeance
“Oh my God. Stop.” I try to cover my face with my hands, but he doesn’t let me.
“You don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me, and knowing you’re used to having something there, that helps. Do you need to go take care of anything? If you need supplies, I’m sure Dean and Tiernan have an unopened box of—”
“Hell no! You’re not asking Dean and Tiernan if theyhave a…you know, in their room.”
He snickers again.
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
“I enjoyyou,” he revises, and it’s maybe the best thing anyone’s ever said to me.
“I should be okay. I took care of some business earlier…did what I could with what I have here.” I really can’t believe I’m talking about this, but also, I love that I feel comfortable doing or saying anything with him.
“You knew…knew you wanted this before I even got home.”
I nod. There’s no reason to deny it. I knew I needed Cillian tonight.
He reaches over and grabs a bottle of lube from his nightstand, followed by a condom.
“Do we need that?” I ask, wanting to feel every part of him inside me. “I’m negative. I mean, of course I’m negative. I still get checked, even though I haven’t had anal yet.”
“I get checked monthly. I’ve gotten the all-clear after the last time I was with someone, and I’ve never gone raw before. I also don’t use the kind of drugs where you’d have to worry about a needle or anything.” He plays with a lock of my hair. “I’d love to feel you that way, but it’s up to you.”
I don’t even have to think about it. I pluck the condom from his hand and put it back in the drawer.
“I feel like I’m corrupting you. Don’t hate me for it later. I couldn’t live with myself if you hated me.”
“I won’t…I never could.”
“Come here.” Cillian pulls me toward him, both of us on our sides, facing each other. He lifts my leg so it’s hitched over his hip, bent while the one beneath is straight. He opens the bottle of lube, slicks his fingers, then wraps his arm around me, finger teasing my crease.
A jolt of pleasure shoots through me the second his finger touches my hole, making me gasp.
“You like it already. Do you have a needy little hole?” He circles my rim with his finger.
“Yes…so needy.”
“Fuck, I’m never going to be able to get enough of you. I’m fucking obsessed.” He keeps playing with me, teasing me, making my whole body tremble before he pushes the tip of his finger inside.
“Cillian.” I arch toward him but want to push back on his finger too, craving more of it inside me. He pulls it out, then pushes it back in again, this time deeper. There’s always that moment of…discomfort? But my brain just tells me it’s Cillian, tells me the pleasure is coming, makes me feral for it.
He goes deeper, in and out, making sunbursts dance in my vision.
“That’s it…look at you. You’re pushing back on my finger, taking what you need from me, fucking your tight little hole with my hand like I’m your toy. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made for me.”
I grab the back of his hair, tugging his mouth down on mine, kissing Cillian while he slides his finger in and out of my ass. He finds my prostate, massaging it, rubbing it, sending the most scintillating pleasure through me.
One finger becomes two, my body having to adjust to something bigger, but it only takes a couple of pumps for that to happen because he was right. I was made for this, made for him. Made to be fucked and possessed by Cillian O’Shea.
He rolls to his back, pulling me on top of him, our cocks moving against one another while we continue to kiss and devour and he uses his fingers on me.
It’s bliss. I can’t imagine what it will feel like when it’s his cock inside me. “More,” I insist.
“God, I love how open you are in your need for me. You don’t know what it does for me, the way it makes me feel—like I’m the most powerful fucking person in the universe.”
I whimper when he pulls his fingers out of me.
“I’m not going anywhere. I just want to see your pretty little hole before I fuck it. Get on your hands and knees for me, that pert ass in the air.”
