Page 39 of Sweet Vengeance (Sins of the Father #2)

Cillian

I can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe how intense the buzz beneath my skin is. Sex with Ollie is already different from sex with anyone else, but now I’ll have this—sharing the man I’m in love with, with the other half of me.

Ollie is mine and this isn’t going to change that. I would kill any other motherfucker who tried to touch him, other than Rory, but having these moments between us feels right—feels like all it will do is fortify the already strong bond between us—all of us, in different ways.

I open the door, and Rory looks up at me, blue eyes slightly frantic, like he was afraid we changed our minds.

It’s clear he needs this as much as I do, as much as Ollie does.

In a world where so many people wouldn’t understand us, would judge us for this, between the three people standing here now, nothing makes more sense.

“We good?” Rory asks, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his slacks.

“Yeah, we’re good. Get your ass in here.”

He does as I say. The door closes with a quiet click behind him, and I make sure to lock it.

I’d already texted T before we’d come up, letting him know that both Rory and I would be occupied and not to interrupt unless he had to.

He was cool about it, the way I knew he would be.

While Tiernan and Dean’s relationship is different, I can trust him to understand us.

It’s quieter up here than one would think. This house was made with strong walls, and the muffled music from below is faint. Tiernan will likely shut things down soon anyway, wanting to get away from people and have his time with Dean.

“You sure, Bunny?” Rory asks when he reaches Ollie, stopping right in front of him.

“Yes,” Ollie answers, conviction in his voice.

Rory turns to me. “You sure?”

I don’t have to give it a second thought before the word yes falls from my lips too.

I watch as my best friend, my brother in many senses of the word, my person, reaches out and cups the face of the man I’m so fucking in love with that I would incinerate the whole world for him if he asked me to.

“Can I kiss him, Cil?”

Ollie’s gaze darts to mine, and when I see nothing but want staring back at me, I say, “Kiss him.”

Rory leans in, his mouth brushing against Ollie’s more tentatively than I’ve ever seen him kiss anyone before.

His tongue lashes at Ollie’s lips, and Ollie parts them for him.

Rory takes that as the consent it is, pushing between his lips and tasting every millimeter of my man’s mouth.

Ollie’s hands rise to Rory’s hips, holding on to them the same way he does me, as they kiss and kiss and kiss.

The heat in the room has already gone up a notch, my cock filling and throbbing as I watch them together. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I move behind Ollie. My left hand finds a home on his hip, my right against his neck.

His skin is warm to the touch. He whimpers into Rory’s mouth when mine presses against the other side of his throat, sucking and licking him.

A tremble races the length of me when Rory’s fingers lower just enough so our hands are touching…

and then our fingers thread together, our anchor between us, this man who has turned my world upside down.

This man who has given me my music back and made me brave enough to fall in love.

I kiss Ollie’s throat while he makes out with my best friend, the warmth of Rory’s hand still firm against mine. I let my left one slide up Ollie’s body, grab his face, and turn his head to the side. He comes easily, gives me his mouth and I take it, the two of us losing ourselves in the kiss.

“Fuck…you guys are so hot together. I want to see him naked, Cil. Let me get your boy out of his clothes.”

I love that, love how Rory calls Ollie mine. He is. We all know that, and not only is it sexy, but it reinforces what is happening here. Ollie is mine, and I’m his, but when Ollie and I wish it so, we create something bigger between the three of us.

I pull back, and Ollie whimpers again, a needy look on his face.

“Get him naked,” I tell Rory. “He’s already dying for it. He’s so fucking dirty, Rory, you don’t even know. He loves cock so fucking much, and now my dirty boy is going to get two of them.”

“Cillian,” Ollie says breathlessly, in unison with Rory’s curse.

“We’ll take care of you.” I press a quick kiss to his lips. “You’ll get all the dick you want. We’ll make you come so hard, you’ll never want to come down again, but when you do, I’ll be there because you’re mine, and I take care of what belongs to me.”

“Yes, Cillian. I’m yours.”

“Good. Now let’s let my best friend get you out of those clothes.”

When he shivers, it goes straight into me, straight into Rory too, I see it in the way he watches us.

I pull back so Rory can tug Ollie’s shirt over his head. After he drops it to the floor, I straighten Ollie’s glasses that got caught up in it.

“Sorry.” Rory chuckles.

“It’s okay,” Ollie answers, and even just hearing them talk to each other does something to me, fills me up in ways only they can.

I’m surprised when Rory kneels in front of Ollie.

I touch Ollie all over his torso, draw pictures and explore the landscape of him, while Rory unbuttons and unzips his jeans.

My lips find Ollie’s shoulder, pressing soft kisses there, keeping the contact between us, making sure nothing changes so I know this is what he wants, what we both want.

Rory takes Ollie’s pants and underwear down together, Ollie’s cock so hard and red when it springs free. Ollie steps free of the clothes, and Rory doesn’t stand up, his face so fucking close to my man’s dick.

“I’ve never really thought of a dick being pretty until yours, Bunny.” Rory reaches out and strokes it, and fuck, it’s one of the sexiest, most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

“You don’t think my dick is pretty?” I tease. “I’m crushed.”

“Yours is ugly,” he jokes back.

“Asshole.”

“Fine, it’s all right. I don’t want to touch it, though, not like I want to touch his. I’m going to taste it, Cil.” Rory keeps stroking, watching his own movements. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? That the first cock I taste belongs to you?”

Ollie’s dick does belong to me, but damned if hearing Rory say it doesn’t nearly send me spiraling over the edge into pleasure, if it doesn’t make me fill up until I’m nearly brimming over, all these good feelings on the verge of spilling out.

“Not yet. Just stroke it for a second, and then you can taste Ollie’s cock…my cock.”

I’ve never stripped out of my shoes or clothes faster, all of them feeling too heavy and constricting against my skin. I need to be skin-to-skin with Ollie when Rory blows him, when he gets his first taste of dick and it gets to be the best one there is.

“Please,” Ollie begs. “I want you both. Touch me. Take me. Make me feel good.”

“We will.” I wrap my arms around him, slide my leaking cock up and down the crease of his ass, grounding Ollie, or hell, maybe what I’m really doing is grounding myself…grounding all of us.

I don’t stop the movements in my hips as I reach down with one hand, touching Rory’s fingers as they slide up and down Ollie’s shaft, then giving Ollie a few strokes myself before I hold the base of his erection.

“Do you want to see him kiss it, dirty boy?” I ask.

“Yes. Please, Cillian. Can he kiss my cock?”

“Yes.” I press my lips to his throat. “Do it, Ror. Just the tip at first. Once you have your first taste, you’ll be dying for more.”

Rory drops his hand so he’s not holding Ollie’s dick anymore, just me offering it to him. Rory looks up at us, red hair wild and messy, before pressing the softest kiss to the crown of Ollie’s erection. It makes my heart slam against my chest like it’s trying to fight its way free.

“He was my first too,” I say, though Rory knows it. “He got me addicted to his dick. I bet he’ll do the same for you. He’s so fucking perfect, he’s gonna make you crave more.”

Ollie melts against me, like my words made it so his legs don’t work anymore. I’m keeping him up, while still holding his dick and rubbing mine up and down his crease.

“Do you want more? Do you want Rory to suck you? I bet he’s so fucking good.”

“Yes, Cillian. Please let me have him.”

“You can have anything you want.” I look down at Rory, then reach out with my free hand, palm against the back of Rory’s head as I ease him closer to Ollie.

“Give my boy what he wants. He always gets what he wants.” And I love being the one who gives it to him because he’s giving me more than I ever thought I would have.

“Fuck, I can’t wait.” Rory sucks Ollie eagerly into his mouth.

Just like I did my first time, there’s no hesitation.

Coming into our queer identity isn’t a big thing for either of us.

We always knew it was a possibility. If I examined it, deep down I know there would have been signs for me, but caring about something like that or stressing about it, that’s not us.

Ollie drops his head against my shoulder, using my body for support, as I watch my best friend suck my boyfriend’s dick, and while the moment is about sex, about pleasure and passion, it’s also more than that, the three of us building on the impenetrable bond between us.

I’m giving something to Ollie tonight, but he’s giving me something too.

He’s letting Rory see me as naked as he ever has, deeper than he ever has, because no matter how close Rory and I are and no matter what we’ve shared, I’m never as laid bare as I am with Ollie, and I need to share that with Rory.

And my best friend needs to share it with me too.

“Watch him, Kitten.” I play with Rory’s hair as he bobs on Ollie’s dick. “Look at how much he wants you, see what you’re giving him.”

Ollie tilts his head toward Rory’s, while Rory’s looking up at him. There’s something so special about seeing him with a mouth full of Ollie’s cock.

“What do you think?” I ask Ollie.

“I think…I think it’s incredible. How can it be like this between us, Cillian?”

“Some things just are. We’re beyond what most people would understand, beyond what they can feel.”

He hisses out a pleasure-filled sound, lifts his arm so he’s reaching behind himself, wrapping it around my neck and pulling me down to take his lips. I fuck my tongue into Ollie’s mouth, dick pumping against his ass, while his cock fucks into Rory’s mouth.

Every inch of my skin is so sensitive, like any touch would be enough to send me over the edge. I’m so fucking close already, but I don’t want this to end too quickly. We haven’t had enough time.

“You have to stop,” Ollie says frantically, like he’s doing everything he can not to lose control. “Oh God, you both need to stop or I’m going to come.”

I stop thrusting against him, and Rory pulls back from his cock.

“Fuck, that was fun. I’m gonna be doing that again.” Rory stands, the bulge in his slacks obvious as he puts his hands over mine on Ollie’s hips, then leans forward and kisses my boyfriend. “My dick is feeling a little lonely, though. I bet he has a real good mouth, doesn’t he, Cil?”

“The fucking best,” I answer honestly, then ask Ollie, “Do you want your turn to suck our dicks?”

“Yes. So much.” He watches me with sex-drunk eyes.

“God, I love my dirty boy.”

Ollie goes to his knees eagerly, then straight for my dick, running his tongue from balls to tip.

Pleasure rocks through me, like a boat getting thrashed during a storm.

He doesn’t take me into his mouth yet, instead nuzzling my balls, lapping at them while pulling deep breaths of me into his lungs.

As hard as my cock throbs for him, as much as my balls ache and I want to shoot on his pretty face, watching him also makes my heart fill, makes it expand, never able to stop growing because of him.

“Fuck, you weren’t lying. He loves it, doesn’t he?” Rory works each button on his shirt open.

“He does. He’s so damn good for me.” It’s then I know there’s at least one thing I want to keep for myself. Ollie can blow him, but the cockwarming is all mine.

Ollie rubs his face all over my dick, my fingers petting his hair.

I watch him lose himself to my cock, like it holds power over him.

If there’s one vice Ollie has, it’s me, and maybe it’s wrong that I stay knowing I’m that for him.

If you love them, set them free and all that bullshit, but how is it love to make that choice for someone?

How is it love to not trust him to know what’s best for him and what he wants?

“Suck it for me, Kitten. I need to be inside you, need to see my cock push into that sexy mouth of yours.”

His lips part, and I tap my dick on his tongue a couple of times before pushing it into his willing mouth. Ollie moans around my cock, bobs on it, sucks me like it’s the most important thing in the world to him. My perfect fucking boy.

We hold eye contact, him looking up at me through his glasses. There’s something so hot about seeing him look so debauched, flush with desire and dying for dick.

I look over, finding Rory. He’s naked now, dark red bush and hard cock that he’s stroking as he watches us—first Ollie on my dick, then me.

Our eyes lock, and he grins. I nod for him to come closer, and when he does, I wrap an arm around him, the two of us hip to hip, thighs touching as we watch Ollie suck me.

We don’t speak. Neither of us has to. I know this moment means as much to him as it does to me, sharing the person I’m in love with between us.

Rory threads his fingers through Ollie’s hair, and I do the same, both of us guiding him on my cock. When the sensation of his hot, wet mouth is almost too much and I know I won’t last much longer, I say, “It’s Rory’s turn. Show him how lucky I am to get to call your mouth mine.”

He pulls off, sweaty and red-faced, and Rory and I guide his mouth to Rory’s dick. Ollie doesn’t rub his face on it like he did mine, doesn’t bury his nose there and breathe in, instead immediately taking Rory into his talented mouth.

My best friend curses in pleasure while Ollie takes him deep, devouring him like Rory’s dick is his last meal.

My spit-slicked cock is bobbing beside him. Ollie reaches out, stroking it with his hand, while Rory has his mouth.

“Jesus, Cil. Your boy is so fucking good,” Rory says breathlessly.

“I know.”

And then Ollie’s mouth is back on my cock again. He goes back and forth between us, sucking me while stroking Rory, then Rory gets his mouth again and me his hand. There is so much fucking beauty in this moment, so much love.

My toes dig into the carpet. I could stay here forever, but I want more, need more. Need to taste and fuck and come inside Ollie. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.