Page 94 of Sweet Vengeance
Ollie tilts his head toward Rory’s, while Rory’s looking up at him. There’s something so special about seeing him with a mouth full of Ollie’s cock.
“What do you think?” I ask Ollie.
“I think…I think it’s incredible. How can it be like this between us, Cillian?”
“Some things justare. We’re beyond what most people would understand, beyond what they can feel.”
He hisses out a pleasure-filled sound, lifts his arm so he’s reaching behind himself, wrapping it around my neck and pulling me down to take his lips. I fuck my tongue into Ollie’s mouth, dick pumping against his ass, while his cock fucks into Rory’s mouth.
Every inch of my skin is so sensitive, like any touch would be enough to send me over the edge. I’m so fucking close already, but I don’t want this to end too quickly. We haven’t had enough time.
“You have to stop,” Ollie says frantically, like he’s doing everything he can not to lose control. “Oh God, you both need to stop or I’m going to come.”
I stop thrusting against him, and Rory pulls back from his cock.
“Fuck, that was fun. I’m gonna be doing that again.” Rory stands, the bulge in his slacks obvious as he puts his hands over mine on Ollie’s hips, then leans forward and kisses my boyfriend. “My dick is feeling a little lonely, though. I bet he has a real good mouth, doesn’t he, Cil?”
“The fucking best,” I answer honestly, then ask Ollie, “Do you want your turn to suck our dicks?”
“Yes. So much.” He watches me with sex-drunk eyes.
“God, I love my dirty boy.”
Ollie goes to his knees eagerly, then straight for my dick, running his tongue from balls to tip. Pleasure rocks through me, like a boat getting thrashed during a storm. He doesn’t take me into his mouth yet, instead nuzzling my balls, lapping at them while pulling deep breaths of me into his lungs. As hard as my cock throbs for him, as much as my balls ache and I want to shoot on his pretty face, watching him also makes my heart fill, makes it expand, never able to stop growing because of him.
“Fuck, you weren’t lying. He loves it, doesn’t he?” Rory works each button on his shirt open.
“He does. He’s so damn good for me.” It’s then I know there’s at least one thing I want to keep for myself. Ollie can blow him, but the cockwarming is all mine.
Ollie rubs his face all over my dick, my fingers petting his hair. I watch him lose himself to my cock, like it holds power over him. If there’s one vice Ollie has, it’s me, and maybe it’s wrong that I stay knowing I’m that for him. If you love them, set them free and all that bullshit, but how is it love to make that choice for someone? How is it love to not trust him to know what’s best for him and what he wants?
“Suck it for me, Kitten. I need to be inside you, need to see my cock push into that sexy mouth of yours.”
His lips part, and I tap my dick on his tongue a couple of times before pushing it into his willing mouth. Ollie moans around my cock, bobs on it, sucks me like it’s the most important thing in the world to him. My perfect fucking boy.
We hold eye contact, him looking up at me through his glasses. There’s something so hot about seeing him look so debauched, flush with desire and dying for dick.
I look over, finding Rory. He’s naked now, dark red bush and hard cock that he’s stroking as he watches us—first Ollieon my dick, then me. Our eyes lock, and he grins. I nod for him to come closer, and when he does, I wrap an arm around him, the two of us hip to hip, thighs touching as we watch Ollie suck me. We don’t speak. Neither of us has to. I know this moment means as much to him as it does to me, sharing the person I’m in love with between us.
Rory threads his fingers through Ollie’s hair, and I do the same, both of us guiding him on my cock. When the sensation of his hot, wet mouth is almost too much and I know I won’t last much longer, I say, “It’s Rory’s turn. Show him how lucky I am to get to call your mouth mine.”
He pulls off, sweaty and red-faced, and Rory and I guide his mouth to Rory’s dick. Ollie doesn’t rub his face on it like he did mine, doesn’t bury his nose there and breathe in, instead immediately taking Rory into his talented mouth.
My best friend curses in pleasure while Ollie takes him deep, devouring him like Rory’s dick is his last meal.
My spit-slicked cock is bobbing beside him. Ollie reaches out, stroking it with his hand, while Rory has his mouth.
“Jesus, Cil. Your boy is so fucking good,” Rory says breathlessly.
“I know.”
And then Ollie’s mouth is back on my cock again. He goes back and forth between us, sucking me while stroking Rory, then Rory gets his mouth again and me his hand. There is so much fucking beauty in this moment, so much love.
My toes dig into the carpet. I could stay here forever, but I want more, need more. Need to taste and fuck and come inside Ollie. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Ollie
