Page 97 of Sweet Vengeance
I don’t have time to stop it before it hits, my orgasm coming out of nowhere, sucking me into a tornado of pleasure, picking them up too, twisting the three of us around together as I shoot, my cum spurting all over my chest.
They keep fucking, keep chasing the pleasure they find in my body as Cillian says, “That’s it. Come for us, Kitten. Show Rory how dirty his bunny is.”
I shoot again, his words milking the rest of the pleasure from my balls, and then Rory pulls out of my mouth, jerking himself off, the muscles in his neck tightening.
“Fuck, take my load, Bunny. See what you do to me…to us.” He comes too, the hot splatter of his release joining mine on my torso.
He jerks himself until he’s wrung dry, and it’s only Cillian we’re waiting for. He leans down, chest against mine, smearing my and Rory’s cum between us as he fucks into me, taking my mouth and pushing his tongue inside, then let’s go, dick spasming inside me, Cillian filling me with his cum too.
He doesn’t move off me for a moment, lying there, then presses a quick kiss to my lips and rolls off me. He pulls me with him, tucking me close.
Rory looks down at us with confused blue eyes. Is it usually like this between them? Do they just leave the bed together afterward, or do they lie there together? It’s because it’s me here and I’m in love with Cillian that Rory doesn’t know if he has a place here.
I reach out, take his wrist and pull him down so Rory liesbeside us. It’s not until he hits the mattress, leg thrown over mine, that I feel Cillian release a held breath.
“I’m good,” I tell them. “Better than good. We’re all okay.” Somehow, I know they both needed to hear that, like they were both afraid I would regret it or that it would be too much for me and I’d walk away.
“Fuck, you really are a horny little bunny,” Rory says, and we laugh. I’ve got Rory’s leg on me, Cillian’s body close and his arm around me, and when I look, his hand is on Rory’s arm.
“I thought I was a brave bunny?”
“That too,” Rory answers.
“But he’s my kitten,” Cillian says. “Sweet and cuddly, but you have to watch those damn claws.” He nuzzles close, licks my neck, nibbles my ear.
“I’m notthatbad.”
“You’re worse than you think,” Rory says. “You’re a fucking force to be reckoned with. You tamed Cil. I never thought I would want that. I thought it would ruin everything, but it just made it…”
“Better,” Cillian finishes.
“Exactly.”
The three of us lie there for a moment together, not talking, just being. I love it, I do, but not more than when it’s just Cillian and me. Just…differently.
“I should go.” Rory rolls away from us and stands. Before I realize what’s happening, he leans down, cups my cheek, and kisses me. “Thank you for loving him. Thank you for accepting me.”
The emotion in Rory’s words almost makes me tear up. I hear how true what he’s saying is, how important it is to him that Cillian is happy and that he can have a small piece in that.
He pulls away quickly, then presses his forehead to Cillian’s. They both close their eyes. “Thank you for you…and sharing him with me.”
Rory pulls away, grabs his clothes, and walks naked out of the room.
“Tell me we’re okay. I know you said it, but I need to hear it again. I don’t want you to think this changes anything with us. Who you are to me. If you never want to do it again, we won’t.”
I roll over, pressing Cillian to his back. I push the sweaty hair off his forehead and kiss him there, his temple, his cheek, his lips. “We’re better than okay. I think…I think we needed this. For everything to fall into place. Are you sure you don’t care that sometimes I want him too…want him with you?”
“It’s everything. This was more than I ever could have hoped for. I’m so fucking in love with you, with or without this. I would give you anything…any fucking thing you asked for.”
“I know.” We kiss again, kiss until we can’t kiss anymore. Then it’s me who goes for a washcloth. I turn off the lights, lock the door, wipe him down, clean his groin, and suck Cillian into my mouth.
“Baby,” he says softly. “I like being your baby.”
I smile with his dick between my lips, until darkness swallows me whole.
I feel it when he lifts me, pulls me close so I’m lying on top of him, face in his neck, and we drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
