Page 93 of Sweet Vengeance
I pull back so Rory can tug Ollie’s shirt over his head. After he drops it to the floor, I straighten Ollie’s glasses that got caught up in it.
“Sorry.” Rory chuckles.
“It’s okay,” Ollie answers, and even just hearing them talk to each other does something to me, fills me up in ways only they can.
I’m surprised when Rory kneels in front of Ollie. I touch Ollie all over his torso, draw pictures and explore the landscape of him, while Rory unbuttons and unzips his jeans. My lips find Ollie’s shoulder, pressing soft kisses there, keeping the contact between us, making sure nothing changes so I know this is what he wants, what we both want.
Rory takes Ollie’s pants and underwear down together, Ollie’s cock so hard and red when it springs free. Ollie steps free of the clothes, and Rory doesn’t stand up, his face so fucking close to my man’s dick.
“I’ve never really thought of a dick being pretty until yours, Bunny.” Rory reaches out and strokes it, and fuck, it’s one of the sexiest, most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“You don’t think my dick is pretty?” I tease. “I’m crushed.”
“Yours is ugly,” he jokes back.
“Asshole.”
“Fine, it’s all right. I don’t want to touch it, though, not like I want to touch his. I’m going to taste it, Cil.” Rory keeps stroking, watching his own movements. “It makes sense,doesn’t it? That the first cock I taste belongs to you?”
Ollie’s dickdoesbelong to me, but damned if hearing Rory say it doesn’t nearly send me spiraling over the edge into pleasure, if it doesn’t make me fill up until I’m nearly brimming over, all these good feelings on the verge of spilling out.
“Not yet. Just stroke it for a second, and then you can taste Ollie’s cock…my cock.”
I’ve never stripped out of my shoes or clothes faster, all of them feeling too heavy and constricting against my skin. I need to be skin-to-skin with Ollie when Rory blows him, when he gets his first taste of dick and it gets to be the best one there is.
“Please,” Ollie begs. “I want you both. Touch me. Take me. Make me feel good.”
“We will.” I wrap my arms around him, slide my leaking cock up and down the crease of his ass, grounding Ollie, or hell, maybe what I’m really doing is grounding myself…grounding all of us.
I don’t stop the movements in my hips as I reach down with one hand, touching Rory’s fingers as they slide up and down Ollie’s shaft, then giving Ollie a few strokes myself before I hold the base of his erection.
“Do you want to see him kiss it, dirty boy?” I ask.
“Yes. Please, Cillian. Can he kiss my cock?”
“Yes.” I press my lips to his throat. “Do it, Ror. Just the tip at first. Once you have your first taste, you’ll be dying for more.”
Rory drops his hand so he’s not holding Ollie’s dick anymore, just me offering it to him. Rory looks up at us, red hair wild and messy, before pressing the softest kiss to the crown of Ollie’s erection. It makes my heart slam against my chest like it’s trying to fight its way free.
“He was my first too,” I say, though Rory knows it. “He got me addicted to his dick. I bet he’ll do the same for you. He’s so fucking perfect, he’s gonna make you crave more.”
Ollie melts against me, like my words made it so his legs don’t work anymore. I’m keeping him up, while still holding his dick and rubbing mine up and down his crease.
“Do you want more? Do you want Rory to suck you? I bet he’s so fucking good.”
“Yes, Cillian. Please let me have him.”
“You can have anything you want.” I look down at Rory, then reach out with my free hand, palm against the back of Rory’s head as I ease him closer to Ollie. “Give my boy what he wants. He always gets what he wants.” And I love being the one who gives it to him because he’s giving me more than I ever thought I would have.
“Fuck, I can’t wait.” Rory sucks Ollie eagerly into his mouth. Just like I did my first time, there’s no hesitation. Coming into our queer identity isn’t a big thing for either of us. We always knew it was a possibility. If I examined it, deep down I know there would have been signs for me, but caring about something like that or stressing about it, that’s not us.
Ollie drops his head against my shoulder, using my body for support, as I watch my best friend suck my boyfriend’s dick, and while the moment is about sex, about pleasure and passion, it’s also more than that, the three of us building on the impenetrable bond between us.
I’m giving something to Ollie tonight, but he’s giving me something too. He’s letting Rory see me as naked as he ever has, deeper than he ever has, because no matter how close Rory and I are and no matter what we’ve shared, I’m never as laid bare as I am with Ollie, and I need to share that with Rory.
And my best friend needs to share it with me too.
“Watch him, Kitten.” I play with Rory’s hair as he bobs on Ollie’s dick. “Look at how much he wants you, see what you’re giving him.”
