Page 31 of Sweet Vengeance (Sins of the Father #2)

Cillian

Every thought has left my head except for Ollie—how much he wants me, needs me, the hot, tight, fucking incredible hug of his ass as I slide my dick into him.

Later, I’ll feel guilty I lied to him tonight, that I did the one thing he asked me not to and killed for him. And then came home to claim him even further, to take something from him he can never give to someone else, and that I want to beat my fucking fists on my chest while I’m doing it.

Ollie is mine.

My gaze alternates between his face—his beautiful fucking face that I can’t get out of my head—and his ass—the pink ring of muscle opening up and sucking me in.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me, dirty boy. You’re taking me so well, look at you, spreading your legs for me so prettily, dying to get your man inside you.”

“It’s good,” he says on a small gasp. “So good.”

I push a little farther inside. For the first time in my life, I’m wishing my dick wasn’t quite so thick.

I don’t want to hurt him. “You don’t even know what it feels like, how your ass is squeezing my dick, how hot you are inside.

I can’t fucking wait to breed you.” I ease in deeper while talking to him.

His cock has softened slightly, and I know it’s because his body is adjusting to me.

The talking seems to help, though. “From now on, I want you naked in this bed, waiting for me when I get home. I want you to scream every time I’m inside you so everyone here knows who you belong to…

so Rory can hear how good you are for me.

I bet he’s in there jerking it right now thinking about you. ”

His cock twitches, and I grin.

“So fucking naughty. You like that, don’t you? Like thinking about everyone in the house knowing I’m pounding your ass, like the idea of my best friend—my brother—thinking about us together, seeing us.”

“Yessss…I do…”

I wrap a hand around his shaft, giving it a soft stroke. My palm is still slick from lube, making the pull easier on him. “But you’re still mine.”

“Yes. Only yours.”

“And no one can see you but Rory.”

“No one but him.” He gasps, dick throbbing against my hand, long and firm again.

“But…”

“But I’m yours. I only want to be yours.” He gives the exact answer I needed, the one I wanted. I didn’t even have to finish my question for him to say it.

I push the last of the way inside him, my groin against his ass.

“You did it, Kitten. You’re all full of me. Tell me how it feels.”

He closes his eyes, bites his lip, moves his body slightly like he’s trying to get me to fuck him. “I’m full…so full. But it feels right too, like I’ve been waiting for this, like maybe it’s not that I’m full, it’s just that before you I was empty, but I’m not anymore.”

The room spins, and my heart grows until it feels too big to fit inside me. “Jesus. You almost made me come already. I need you too much. I have to fuck you.”

“Do it hard, Cillian. I want to feel it all night…tomorrow.”

“Look at me. I want your eyes on me when I fuck you.”

He does, opening them, staring at me with so much emotion, so much… I can’t even think the word.

I grab his hips and pull back, leaving only the head of my cock inside him before I pump my hips forward again. Over and over and over again, I thrust into him, lose myself in Ollie’s body, wonder how I ever lived a day in my life without having experienced this.

His mouth falls open, sexy, needy sounds tumbling out. His hard cock flexes against his belly every time I thrust into him. It’s like his ass is a mold made specifically for my dick, like it’s just the right everything to take me.

“Cillian,” he says, looking up at me through smudged lenses. “I love it so much. I’m going to want it all the time.”

“Not it,” I say, still slamming into his eager body.

“You. Want you. I want you so much. You’re all I think about. I don’t care about the rest of it, just how you make me feel.”

There’s not a force in nature that can keep my mouth from his. I close the distance between us, crushing our lips together, pushing my tongue inside him, my cock still at home in his ass.

I slow my thrusts slightly, savor the feel of him, his sweat-slicked skin against mine, the way we fit together, our shapes contorting in any way they can for our two puzzle pieces to make a bigger picture.

Ollie reaches around and grabs my ass, drags his nails up and down my back as he clings to me, wraps his legs around me, mumbles words into my mouth, spilling secrets that shouldn’t be truths, but I know they are.

Is this what it feels like for Tiernan and Dean? If so, I finally understand why Tiernan couldn’t stay away from him, why once he had him, there was no denying that Dean was T’s.

Is it like this for everyone? This overwhelming, unexplainable thing you can’t put into words but is the realest part of you there is?

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Scream or celebrate. Because it’s everything I didn’t know I wanted and hands down the scariest thing I’ve ever done…because what happens when you have this, then lose it?

I force my mouth away from his, look down at his lust-glazed eyes, at the smile he gives me while I hammer into him. The way he looks at me…it’s another thing I can’t describe. I just know I want to be whatever it is he sees so it won’t ever change.

My hair falls into my eyes, and I shake it out, not wanting anything between me and Ollie.

“Come in me. Please, Cillian. Come in me. I need you to breed me.”

“You need my cum? Want to be messy and full of me? I’m gonna keep you overflowing with my jizz all the time now.

I always want part of me inside you.” I push up a little higher onto my knees so there’s more space between us.

“Jack yourself off. Come on my cock, and then I’ll give you all the cum you want, breed your tight little hole the way only I can. ”

Ollie doesn’t have to be asked twice. His hand goes straight to his dick, grip firm as he tugs on his erection. He still doesn’t turn away from me, doesn’t close his eyes, looks at me as though there’s no other possibility in this moment.

There’s nothing in the world like being inside his body. It’s killing me not to let go, but I need him to come first.

“Right there. Harder. I need it hard right there.”

I growl in response, pulling almost all the way out, then snapping my hips again, pegging Ollie the way he’s begging. His breathing picks up, his eyes getting glossier, body twitchy, and I know he’s barely hanging on.

“Let go for me. Let me see how pretty you are when you come filled with my cock.”

It’s exactly what Ollie needs to careen over the edge.

It’s like a free fall, I see it in him, feel it in myself.

His body arches, cock twitches, balls draw up tight as he shoots cum onto his chest every time my hips snap forward.

His ass spasms, my name spilling on his tongue, Ollie an anchor, pulling me under with him.

My muscles go rigid, sparks dancing down my spine, the world fading in and out as I let go, lose myself to the pleasure, give him the load his body worked so hard to pull from my balls.

I feel it inside him, spilling out, coating my cock, and I just keep coming, getting drained dry by the magic that is Ollie.

And when there is nothing left inside me, I fall down beside him, take his mouth, kiss my way down his torso, licking up all the salty fluid there. Sweat, cum, all of it.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move other than his eyes fluttering open and closed.

I want to pull him into my arms, to hold him close and give him my secrets and beg him to stay, but instead I say, “I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t go.” He reaches for me.

“I’m not going far.” I need to clean up because if this night goes the way I think it will, Ollie will want me in his mouth.

I hurry to the bathroom, wet a cloth, quickly soaping and cleaning up my dick and groin area, before wetting it again and going back to him. He’s sitting up slightly, watching me, seeing what I did, and biting his lip. Yes, I did that for you, but I did it for me too.

“Let me see your ass.”

His eyes bug comically. “What?”

“I just want to wipe you down and make sure I didn’t hurt you.”

“But I want your cum.”

Pleasure sparks along my skin. “Jesus, you’ll be the death of me. You have me inside you. I’m just gonna wipe you up a little.”

He nods, then simply spread his legs for me, gives me so easily this part of himself he hasn’t given to anyone. What is it about me that makes Ollie feel so comfortable?

He’s puffy and red. I’m gentle as I clean his crack and around his hole, before dropping the cloth to the floor. I climb into bed with him, back against the gray headboard.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. It was perfect.”

Good. Because I would never hurt you. I would do anything for you. You have changed my whole fucking world. I…

“Do you care if I smoke?” I ask him, wanting something to help calm this unfamiliar tornado of emotions inside me.

“That’s fine.”

I grab a joint from my nightstand, light it, and take a drag. The burning sensation immediately helps soothe me.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Ollie says as the first plume of smoke escapes my mouth.

I should probably be shocked, but I’m not. I should tell him he can’t love me, that all loving me will do is hurt him. I should walk away, but I won’t do that either. I inhale more weed into my lungs, then set the joint in the ashtray.

“I know I’m not like other people,” Ollie says. “I do this stuff all wrong. I probably shouldn’t have said that. I—”

“Yes, you should have,” I interrupt him. “Fuck other people. You’re better than them. You’re the bravest person I know.”

He rolls his eyes, glasses cleaner than they were when I’d gone into the bathroom.

“I’m serious. You walked into danger that night for a stranger.”

“You walk into danger all the time.”

“That’s not bravery for me. That’s life. But still, I do it knowing I’m protected and having experience taking care of myself. You didn’t, but you didn’t care.”