Page 84 of Sweet Vengeance
“Can I take you here? Fuck you over the piano you gave back to me?”
“Yes. God yes. I just need you.”
“You have me. I belong to you now. There’s no going back.” Cillian pulls us to our feet, my hands going to his jeans and working them open. He does the same to me, and then we’re stepping out of our pants, dicks brushing against each other, mine painfully hard, the veins in Cillian’s visibly throbbing.
“We good?” he asks, cupping my ass, gently thrusting his groin against mine.
“Yeah.” That seems to be the only confirmation Cillian needs. I’m surprised when he bends down for his jeans and pulls out a small package of lube. “You brought that with you?”
“Aw, come on. Don’t you trust me to always be prepared?”
His words were said playfully, but my answer is serious. “I trust you with anything…with everything.”
“Jesus.” He grabs my face, pulls me to him, and then we’re hungrily kissing again. Cillian fumbles with the lube package but doesn’t break the kiss as he works it open, slicks his fingers, then lifts one of my legs so my foot is resting on the bench. His fingers slip into my crease and find my hole, which I swear is fuckingachingfor him.
I moan when he rubs it, fire licking up my spine, exploding into sparks of pleasure.
The slick tip of his finger pushes in, my arms around his shoulders, hands tangled in his hair as my body fits itself around his, pushing closer, my ass pushing back toward his hand.
“My dirty boy is dying for it, aren’t you?”
I nod, wanting his mouth back but loving the filthy words he says to me.
“Good. I’m dying for you too. I fuckingworshipyou. There’s nothing I won’t do to keep you.” His finger slides in deeper, then pulls almost all the way out again.
“Please, Cillian. I need more. Want it all. My body is so empty when you’re not inside me.”
My hand tightens in his hair when he pushes a second finger in.
“Tell me you were made for me.”
“I was made for you,” I say easily.
He works three fingers into me next, stretching me for him.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I was made for you too. I belong to you.” He seals his mouth to mine again, kissing me and finger-fucking me, turning me inside out the way only Cillian can do. He shows me with his words, with his actions, with how he touches me, that I will never be as loved as I am with him, never be as needed. This powerful manneedsme, and I crave that more than I should.
“I need inside you, need to bury my cock so fucking deep that we’re one person.”
My dick twitches, and I have to grab my balls so I don’t come—just from his words and the feel of his fingers in my ass.
“Holy shit. Did you almost…”
“Yes.”
“Don’t touch your dick. I’m gonna make my dirty boycome without a hand on your cock.”
There’s not a part of me that doubts he can.
I miss the fullness the second his fingers are gone, but I’m distracted by Cillian turning me, bending me over the piano. He uses the rest of the lube package to slick his cock, and then the blunt head of his dick is at my hole, pushing in, stretching me, working me open inch by perfect inch.
My hand presses down against the keys, making a loud, discordant sound. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I love driving you out of your mind like this, love the way you respond to me. Love that the man I’m in love with has a needy little hole that’s satisfied by my cock.”
“I love it so much. Need it inside me all the time, want you filling me and fucking me.”
He growls, and I know it’s from what I said, yes, but also from me cursing.
