Page 19 of Sweet Vengeance (Sins of the Father #2)

My dick is aching now, standing at full mast and tenting my boxer briefs.

Ollie looks down and sees, his pink tongue sneaking out to trace his lips, and though this makes me the biggest asshole in the world, I’m not doing a damn thing to stop this.

“Okay…now that I know, this is what we’re gonna do.

We’ll take it slow. If I do something wrong or something you don’t like, tell me.

Remember this is a first for me. Good thing I’m a fast learner.

” I wink. “As long as it keeps feeling good and you want it, I’ll take control.

I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll see double. ”

Ollie trembles beneath me, the vibrations going straight to my cock.

“I really hate the fact that hearing you say stuff like that is hot.”

I grin. “Say more of it. Gotcha. Arms up.”

“You sound like you’re talking to someone who’s choking.”

“Not yet, but you can be later if you want.”

Ollie’s mouth drops open, so he’s clearly catching on to my innuendo.

“God, it’s fun to scandalize you. You’re a dirty boy underneath all that sweetness, and I’m going to fucking love bringing it out in you.”

Another shiver rolls through him, and then Ollie’s hands shoot up in the air. I can’t help chuckling, and he grumbles a quiet, “Shut up,” before I’m tugging his shirt over his head, making sure not to catch it on his glasses.

My gaze immediately finds the bruises on him. They’re getting lighter, not quite as ugly and angry, but they still make me growl. “I really fucking hate that someone’s put their hands on you.”

“I wasn’t real fond of it myself.”

“Yet you still want to protect them.” That’s one of the many differences between us. Ollie doesn’t even want someone who does bad things to hurt, while I take lives regardless.

“I don’t want you to kill someone for me…not at all, but especially not for me.” The tone of his voice has changed, a softer lilt that’s less pleasure and anticipation and more sadness. I don’t want him to feel anything except good, so I lean down, pressing my lips to his throat.

Ollie drops his head to the side, giving me better access as I lick and kiss my way across his collarbone. It strikes me that I didn’t take his mouth first, and maybe I should have, but something about that has me hesitating, so I just keep going, traveling down…down…moving backward as I do.

I kiss the bruises, lash my tongue over one of his flat nipples, eliciting a gasp. My little kitten likes that, so I do it again, then move toward the other side, treating it to the same pleasure.

“Can I…touch you…” he asks breathlessly, with what sounds like uncertainty but also want.

“Yes…fuck yes. You don’t have to ask.”

My body tingles with anticipation, eager need to know where Ollie is going to put his hands on me. It ends up being the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair as he tugs me closer.

I smile into his chest, licking and sucking at him.

It already feels different from being with a woman, his body harder where the ones I’ve been with are softer.

His chest flat instead of curved. It doesn’t feel weird or wrong, just new and exciting.

I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted to make someone feel as good as I do with Ollie.

I keep going, don’t stop until I’m kissing his stomach, the pull on my hair making my scalp sting. All that does is fuel me on even more.

“Can I take these off, Kitten?” I tease the edge of his sleep shorts, tracing along his skin. “And your underwear too?”

“Please.” That simple, sweet word goes straight to my balls.

I move down his body, fingers hooked in his clothes and taking them with me. His cock pops out, and of course it draws my attention. This is the first time I’ve seen someone else’s cock with the plans of touching it, stroking it, and sucking a load out of someone’s balls.

I toss his clothes to the floor. Ollie has a nice cock. It’s long, thinner than mine, and pale, with a darker pink head. His balls are full and tight, his blond pubes groomed and cut short, nearly shaved.

“Fuuuck. So damn pretty.” I reach out and wrap a hand around him. Ollie hisses, thrusts forward, fucking into my hand. His shaft is so hot to the touch, blood pulsing in his thick veins and against my palm.

It doesn’t feel weird to be touching someone else’s dick. I don’t think I’m wired that way. If I want something, then that’s all that matters, and I want Ollie.

I brush my thumb over the tip, collecting the precum leaking there, then continue to stroke him. Ollie’s hands fist in the blanket, his thighs tight. It’s clear he’s trying to stay quiet, not to show me how much he’s enjoying this, not comfortable enough to lose himself to the pleasure.

“Let me hear you. If you want my hand…or my mouth, I need to hear how much you want it, how good it feels. I want your sounds.”

“Oh fuck,” jumps from his mouth as he drops his head back.

“Naughty boy. Who knew you said such dirty words?”

“I…curse…”

I smile at his reply. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you say fuck.”

“Rory said that today too.” He thrusts slightly while I’m still jerking him off.

“Hmm. I wonder what he would say if he saw you now? Naked and writhing, wanting me to do filthy things to you.” The idea of it is hot, Rory seeing us together. Watching me touch Ollie, hearing how bad he wants it.

“Oh shit.” Ollie’s cock jerks, and he shoves my hand away. His eyes pop open, wide and unsure. “I’m sorry. I just…”

“Did you almost come just from hearing me say that?”

“Shut up.” He looks away.

I use my other hand to turn his head so he’s facing me.

“Don’t do that. Don’t look away from me.

I think it’s fucking hot. It can be arranged if you want.

Rory likes to watch people. He won’t touch you unless I say he can, and I won’t say he can unless you want it.

” Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his shaft again, liking the feel of Ollie’s length against my palm.

“I can’t wait to set that dirty boy inside of you free, Kitten. ”

Maybe that’s wrong. Maybe it makes me an asshole.

I’m touching him, going to make him come after taking someone’s life tonight, something he doesn’t want me to do, and now planning out ways to introduce him to threesomes, but the sex part of him is different.

It’s there, beneath the surface. I can feel it, and damned if I don’t want to be the one to set Ollie free.

“Does it feel good?” I ask him.

“Yes.”

“Tell me. Tell me how good it feels.”

“Um…” He bites his bottom lip, his blond, wavy hair a mess.

His glasses are slightly askew. Ollie already looks blissed out, completely lost to touch—my touch.

My chest swells at the thought. Turning him on, turning him inside out, is the greatest high.

“I like…the feel of your calluses against my shaft…how strong your hand feels. The way it slides up and down my cock.”

“That’s it, dirty boy. Keep going.” I look down, see how much he’s leaking for me, how hard he is, and fuck, is it sexy.

“I, um…God, I want to come so bad. Please, Cillian. Please make me come.”

“I will.” I lean in, flick his hardened nipple with my tongue.

“But I want you to come in my mouth. How does that feel? Do you know how much power that gives you? Yours is the first cock Cillian O’Shea will taste.

The first time I give head belongs to you.

That’s how much I want you. That’s how fucking wild you make me.

That should make you feel like a fucking king. ”

I want that for him. Ollie doesn’t see how incredible he is, how desirable, how unique he is in this world—in my world.

“Do you want my mouth on you?”

“Yessss,” he hisses.

“Because you’re a dirty boy.”

I move to lie between his legs, Ollie’s long cock in my face. I can smell the musk of him, the heady scent that makes my mouth water and my dick throb.

“You have a pretty cock. I can’t wait to taste it.” I fucking crave everything about him, and I don’t want to wait anymore.

I press my tongue against the base of his shaft, taste the salt on his skin, then lick my way to the tip. It’s addicting, my desire ramping higher and higher.

“Oh my God. Will you put it in your mouth?”

How fucking sweet and hot is it to have him ask me that?

“Only because I’m dying to taste it, because I’m in control here, remember? You want me to unleash that naughty side of you.”

“Yes…please.”

As much as I’d like to draw this out, keep it going until he’s losing his mind beneath me, I can’t hold myself back anymore. I want my first taste of dick, and there’s no one else I’d be this hungry for other than him.

I suck Ollie into my mouth, try to think of what’s been done to me, what feels good. I use my hand along with my mouth, stroking and sucking him, bobbing on him like a starving man.

And I am starving.

For him.

I pay a lot of attention to the head, flicking my tongue along the bottom of his glans. Ollie makes needy, hungry sounds. His hand threads through my hair again, pulling, and he’s moaning, losing himself to the pleasure.

“You feel so good. I can’t believe you’re doing this. Oh God, are you really doing this? What if it’s a dream? Please don’t let me wake up,” he rambles.

I pull off him, unable to hold back my smile. Why is everything he does so fucking cute? “You’re not dreaming. I’m going to make you come now.”

I sink my mouth down onto his cock again. I can’t take him quite as deep as I’d like. When I do, I gag slightly.

Ollie doesn’t seem to mind. He keeps pulling my hair, making it hurt, alternating between dropping his head back and closing his eyes, then looking down at me, each time like he really can’t believe I’m there.

I lap at his balls, suck them, feel them jerk against my tongue while I jack him off.

When his breathing picks up, when his legs are tight and his thighs trembling, I take him into my mouth again, force myself to choke on him, make my own eyes water, which goes straight to my dick and makes it throb while I rut against the mattress.

Choking on his dick obviously gets me going.

“Cillian…oh…I’m going…I can’t. I’m going to come.”

He must not have believed me when I said I would swallow his load. He tries to pull me off him, but I don’t let him, meeting his gaze and trying to show him I want it.

Ollie loosens his hold, let’s me continue to make him fuck my mouth.

When his balls draw up, his body tensing beneath me, the first spurt of his salty cum hits my tongue. It’s thick and potent, and I swallow it down, hungry for anything Ollie gives me.

He shoots again and again, some of it leaking out the side of my mouth, but I take all of it that I can, eager to be the best dick sucker Ollie has ever had. For the rest of his life, he’ll remember this moment, remember me and crave the pleasure I gave him.

“I can’t…you swallowed. Holy shit. Cillian O’Shea just swallowed my load.”

I wipe my mouth with my hand, collect the cum there, then trace his lips with my finger. “Lick it off.”

Heat flares in his gaze, uncertainty too, but then my brave little kitten does as told, licking his release off his lips, then taking my fingers into his mouth and sucking them.

He grabs my hand when I try to pull it back, keeping me there, his tongue caressing my finger, his mouth suctioning it like a cock. Like he’s dying for it.

Yes, I found myself a dirty boy.

“What do you want?” I ask, forcing myself to pull my fingers out of his hold.

“I want…I want to do it to you too.”