Page 24 of Sweet Vengeance (Sins of the Father #2)

Cillian

I grab one of Ollie’s bags, leaving the second one for him because I know he’ll get upset if I take both, then make my way upstairs. He’s right behind me, not saying a word, but then, he doesn’t really have to. Not with the scowl on his face.

My head is too fucked up today to deal with any more complicated feelings, but unfortunately, that seems to be all I have anymore. I’m still pissed about my dad. Tiernan took me out shooting to try and help me get my head on straight, but it didn’t work.

I was nervous about being around Ollie when I feel this way. He seems to be able to pull stuff out of me that I’m usually pretty good at keeping locked up.

That had been my plan—to keep my distance and get out of my head—but then Ollie went and said what he did to Tiernan.

The way he’d been willing to risk himself for me, the way he’d stood up to Tiernan for me…

that took fucking balls. Especially when you’re dealing with someone like Tiernan and coming from someone like Ollie.

Someone who is kind and doesn’t ever want to see someone get hurt.

And I know he hadn’t done that because he feels something special about me—Ollie would have done that with anyone—but it feels that way, feels like he said it because I mean something to him, and…

fuck, I want that. I want to mean something to him.

How is that possible in such a short amount of time?

I unlock my bedroom door, step aside and let him in, turning on the light, though the room is bright from the three windows along the wall facing the back of the property.

“God, I feel so stupid.” He drops his bag, walks over to my bed, and plops down.

“What? Why do you feel stupid?” Did I miss something?

Ollie shoves to his feet. “They were laughing at me. The way I defended you as if they give a shit if I’m here or not, then Rory saying I was going to fight Tiernan for you.

I get that I’m not the same as the rest of you, that I’m like this big joke who gets the shit kicked out of me and can’t defend myself, but—”

“No one thinks that about you.”

Ollie rolls his eyes, and though it’s not the time for it, I can’t hold back my smile. Why does just being around him make everything feel better?

I walk over to him, take his face in my hands.

“It takes a lot of fucking guts to stand strong in who you are and what you believe. Most people can’t do that the way you do.

No one was laughing at you. No one thinks you’re weak.

They’re fucking impressed. You stood up for me the way they would.

Do you think any of them would let me go down for their mistakes?

Fuck no. And you wouldn’t either. That was…

” More than I ever thought I would have from anyone other than Rory, Tiernan, Aislin, and Dean.

“Was what?” he asks, suddenly sounding breathless. Is it me, or are we even closer? Is his head tilted up toward mine?

“Everything,” I say, the first word that comes to mind, somehow managing to keep the second one in my thoughts. Mine, mine, mine.

Before anything else slips free, I slam my mouth down on Ollie’s. It’s not until he opens his mouth for me and I lick my way inside that I remember this is our first kiss. This is the first time I’m tasting him, and it goes straight to my head, making me feel drunk off him.

Ollie moans into my mouth, his arms encircling my shoulders.

He kisses me the way he sucked my dick, like he’s dying for it, like he’s spent a hundred years in the desert, and I’m his first drink.

Like he’s craving me, wants to devour me, like his whole fucking world is wrapped up in me, and despite knowing that’s not true, it’s the sexiest lie I’ve ever known.

I’m surprised when it’s him pushing me backward, our lips not parting, each of us taking what we need out of the kiss until the back of my knees hit the bed.

I fall onto it, pulling Ollie with me, and he ravages my mouth, my hands sliding up and down his back, pushing under his shirt to touch his smooth, warm skin.

He was willing to stand up to Tiernan for me.

He was willing to put himself at risk for me.

Fuck, I can’t get over how that makes me feel.

I growl when he pulls his mouth away from mine, glasses askew. “I wasn’t done kissing you.” Has kissing ever tasted so good? Felt so good?

“I want to suck your cock. Please,” he begs on a soft whimper filled with need.

“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” I tangle my fingers through his hair, tug him down for another claiming kiss. “Look at you, my dirty boy is back. You want to suck my dick?”

“Yes. God yes. I’ve been dying for it since last night.”

“Me too,” I admit. “Do it. Let me feel your sexy mouth around my dick. You have the most perfect cock-sucking lips.”

Ollie slides down to the floor. I scoot so I’m on the edge of my bed, leaning on my elbows while I watch him take off my shoes, then unbutton and unzip my jeans before tugging them down. I’m already painfully hard, my dick leaking and eager for the pleasure I know I’ll find in Ollie’s mouth.

Before he can even get my underwear down, he buries his face in my groin, breathing in deeply and mouthing my cock through my boxer briefs the way he’d done last night.

“Take me out, dirty boy. I need to fuck your mouth.” I love being able to talk to him like this, love how amped up I get on all things Ollie, my sweet little kitten with sharp claws and a feral need for my dick.

He sits back, and I lift my hips for him to strip me. I take off my shirt too, then tangle my hand in his hair again, holding him in place, while I hold the base of my dick with my other hand. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes. You know it is.”

“Say it. I want to hear you say: I’m a dirty boy who loves Cillian’s dick.”

His cheeks pinken, his eyes glassy when he says, “I’m a dirty boy who loves Cillian’s dick.”

“My dirty boy,” I amend.

He cocks his head slightly.

“Say it. I need to hear it.”

“Your dirty boy.”

“Fuck,” I grit out, then tug him close to my cock. Ollie immediately sucks it to the back of his throat, using his hand to jerk me off while he bobs on my erection.

I can’t take my eyes off him, my gaze’s magnetized to him. Ollie looks up at me through hooded brown eyes that are both unsure and frenzied, like he knows what he wants but is afraid he shouldn’t.

“That’s it. You feel so good. I’ve been thinking about you all day.

I can’t get you out of my mind.” I’m not lying to him.

Even when my thoughts were all entangled with my father, they were on Ollie too.

I don’t know how he’s done it, but he has his hooks in me, has me on a fucking leash, even though he doesn’t know it.

I never thought anyone would be able to collar me.

I fuck into his mouth slightly and he takes it, digs his nails into my thighs, every movement he makes still fast and hungry.

My balls are already so damn full, it’s killing me not to unleash, but I’m also dying to kiss him again.

I want to make him come too, want to swallow every sound he makes when he orgasms.

“Come here.” I pull him up, and Ollie nearly scrambles back down toward my cock again. “You can suck it again in a minute. I wanna feel you too.”

He leans back and looks at me. I can’t make myself meet his gaze, afraid of what he might see in mine, afraid of what is there. I’m too raw to hide anything at the moment.

I pull his shirt over his head, then tug him to his feet. Ollie goes easily, almost like he would follow me anywhere, and maybe he would. He’s here with me, after all.

He lets me strip him out of his clothes, his dick swollen and hard, veins decorating his pale skin like a painting.

I wrap my hand around it and stroke, then ease back on the bed.

“I want to try something. I want to rub off on each other. What do you think would be better for you? Top or bottom? If you think neither is good for your ribs, then we can—”

“Top,” he cuts me off eagerly.

“God, I love your enthusiasm for sex with me.” I lie back, my head on the pillows, taking Ollie’s hand and pulling him with me. “Tell me if anything hurts.”

“I’m fine. I’m getting better, Cillian.”

“I like it when you say my name.”

“Cillian.” He leans down and kisses me. “Cillian.” Another kiss. “It’s like you turn me into someone else…Cillian.”

I grab the back of his head, holding him close so I can ravage his mouth with my tongue. We rut together, cock against cock, rubbing off like our bodies need each other. Is it like this for him too? I’ve never doubted myself as much as I do with him because everything feels so fucking new.

“Come on, dirty boy. Take what you need from me,” I tell him as I kiss his throat.

Ollie’s movements on top of me become faster, his thrusting more intense, needy little sounds pulling from the back of his throat that make my head spin and turn me on even more.

Who would have thought that rubbing dicks together could feel this good? I swear I feel like I’m going to drown in this moment, and I’ll go under willingly.

“Oh…I’m…” His eyes roll back, his movements becoming jerkier. I tug Ollie’s head down again, taking his mouth so I can swallow down the sounds of his orgasm. His whole body vibrates against me as I feel the warm splash of his cum against my skin.

I swear I feel like he’s mumbling my name into my mouth, and I hate that I can’t hear it, but I don’t want to stop kissing him either.

Ollie continues to thrust against me, spilling between us with each forward movement, his tongue caressing mine, and something about knowing how much pleasure he’s taking from me sends me careening over the edge.

I lose myself to the orgasm, to the pleasure of Ollie, my cum joining his, rubbing into our skin as we don’t stop moving or kissing, though it becomes slower and slower, until Ollie stills on top of me, his head against my chest.

“You good? None of that hurt you?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair.