Page 96 of Sweet Vengeance
“Jesus, Cil. I bet it’s like fucking heaven to push your dick into him.”
“You have no idea. It’s my favorite place to be. I want to be in his ass all the time.”
They slide their fingers in and out, twisting them in unison, as if they’re on the same wavelength.
“It feels so good. You both feel so good,” I admit.
“You’re so fucking good for him, Bunny. You’re being so good for me too.”
I notice the difference in his phrasing—that I’m good for Cillian, but I’m being good for him, again reinforcing the truth that I’m Cillian’s, but in these moments, we’re sharing what’s between us with Rory. That I’m being good for him, but I’m not his.
A third finger pushes into me, and I know it’s Cillian’s. Rory is still there too, both pleasuring me, both taking their own pleasure from my body. I love how full I am, love that it’s Cillian and Rory doing it. They’re making my cock ache and my ass hungry for more.
“Fuck me. Please, please, please, I need you to fuck me.” I don’t even care who, I just want one of them inside me.
“You need some dick, dirty boy? We’re gonna give youtwo.” When Cillian is quiet for a moment, I glance over my shoulder and see him looking at Rory. “Let’s give my boy what he needs.”
They pull their fingers out, and I miss the feeling of them inside me. Cillian rolls me to my back, then pushes a pillow beneath my hips. He leans over me, taking my mouth in a scorching kiss, and for some reason, it feels like a lifetime since I kissed him. It settles something inside me I didn’t know needed to be calmed.
His mouth moves to my ear, voice low and just for me. “I’m gonna fuck you, and Rory’s gonna use your mouth. Is that okay with you?” Cillian thrusts his cock against mine.
“Yes, please.”
“So polite.” I hear the smile in his voice. “Anything else you want?”
“No. Just this. Just both of you.”
Cillian presses the sweetest kiss to my cheek, then kisses his way down my body. He sucks my cock into his mouth—I’m surprised he does because of the lube—and I thrust toward him, craving more.
“Almost time,” he tells me, then pushes up on his knees. “I think my dirty boy needs all the cock he can handle. I’m gonna take his ass, and you take his mouth. He’s so desperate for it, I think he needs it at both ends.”
“Fuck yes. I can handle that.” Rory strokes himself, and with his other hand, reaches out and runs a finger down the side of my face. “I’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth and then come all over your chest.”
I nod, ready for it to happen.
Rory traces my mouth with the tip of his cock while Cillian slicks himself with lube. I like that Cillian positioned us this way, so I can see them both, look into their eyes anytime I want.
With Rory kneeling by my head and Cillian at my ass, they both lean toward me at once, and I feel the pressure of Cillian’s dick against my hole, pushing in, just as I look up and watch Rory ease into my mouth.
The whole world quiets. Hell, maybe everything in the universe has ceased to exist other than the three of us in this moment. It almost feels like I’m out of my body, like I’m watching this happen but feeling it too, riding the high of it, of the feel of Rory thrusting into my mouth, not taking more than I can give but testing me, yes.
I look down, focus on Cillian, at the way his gaze doesn’t leave mine as he pumps his hips into me, fucking me, making love to me, giving me this experience I’ll never forget, just like I’m giving him this experience he craves too.
I close my eyes, arch upward, when Cillian’s slick hand wraps around my cock, stroking me while he’s pegging my prostate with each thrust and Rory’s filling my mouth.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
It’s incredible and beautiful and sexy, too many things for me to put into words.
And when I open my eyes, I see them looking at each other, feel the intensity of the moment wrap around me, fill me. The platonic love between them wraps around all of us.
I’m so lucky to be sharing this with them, to be a part of it. Cillian told me there is no room for jealousy between him and Rory, and somehow, I feel the same. What they share doesn’t threaten what I have with Cillian. It doesn’t change who we are to each other, and it never will, but we do share something else outside of that, and Rory is and always will be a part of it. Not the core, not the same, but a crucial part nonetheless.
They break eye contact and look down at me, Cillian withlove, and Rory with…a kind of love too. Not romantic, of course, but his own kind of love. And one of appreciation and tenderness I didn’t know he was capable of.
I watch them watch me, feel them fuck me and savor every thrust of their hips, the way Cillian stretches my ass and Rory hits the back of my throat.
