Page 40 of Sweet Vengeance (Sins of the Father #2)

Ollie

I can’t get over this light, floaty, spinny feeling I have pleasuring them both.

There were nerves in the beginning, of course, no matter how much I wanted this, but those are all long gone.

I’m drunk on them, on this moment, but even more than that, it’s opening up more parts of myself I wouldn’t have allowed myself to explore if not for Cillian.

If it wasn’t for how much I love him and how much he loves me, that I can see the world in more than just the binary of true or false and right or wrong.

Where I can be so fucking in love with Cillian, and we’re allowed to do this with Rory too, that we can both crave it and need it, and it can grow the love between us.

When I pull my mouth off Rory’s dick and lean toward Cillian’s again, he stops me, tilts my head up with his finger. “I need to taste you now. Get up on the bed for me.”

“I need that too,” I admit.

“Get on your hands and knees. Show us that pretty ass.”

I scramble onto the mattress, ready to do exactly as he says. I want to offer my ass to them, want to feel someone inside me, my hole aching for it.

Cillian grabs the lube from the nightstand and sets it on the bed. Once he’s behind me, he tells Rory, “Come here. You have to see my boy’s hole. It’s so fucking perfect. Best thing I’ve ever been inside of.”

I blush, but damned if I don’t push back at the same time, arch more like I’m presenting myself to them, and the feeling gives me the most potent rush.

I’m not looking at them, but I know Cillian’s touch, know it’s him putting his hands on my cheeks and spreading them. “Look at it, Ror. So pink, little, and cute.”

“Fuck…I can’t believe he lets you put your cock in there. It’s such a pretty hole. I bet it gets all puffy when you fuck him hard.”

“You have no idea. I fill him all up with cum too, breed his little ass, then get to watch it leak out. I’m inside him, all the time. Every time you see him now, you’ll know there might be a load of me inside him.”

A whimper falls from my mouth, and I push toward them again. I need…something, everything. Need friction on my cock or something in my ass or both. “Please, Cillian.”

“You want my tongue? I’m dying to taste you. He’s like the best fucking dessert.” That last part is meant for Rory, but it pings all my pleasure receptors. Everything Cillian said does.

“Yes. I need it.” I’m begging and I don’t care, maybe even like it.

“Can I hold him open for you, Cil?”

Pleasure zips down my spine at Rory’s question, and I hope Cillian says yes. There’s no question in my mind that he will, and when he says, “Fuck yes. Hold him open for me,” I nearly sag into the mattress in relief.

Cillian’s hands are gone, and then Rory’s are there, slightly smaller but a little rougher than Cillian’s touch. Not that he’s physically rough, but the small calluses on his fingers are more prominent than my boyfriend’s.

“Do it, Cil. Let me see you eat his pretty hole,” Rory tells him, and then Cillian is there, face buried in my ass, tongue flicking over my rim.

It’s not the first time he’s done this, but it almost feels like it—so new and exciting but also completely familiar.

Despite how unlikely it sounds, I know Cillian’s tongue, know the way he moves it, how he probes me, the feel of his cheeks in my crease and the hungry, feral sounds he makes when he’s got his face deep in my ass.

I push back against him, practically trying to ride his face.

My hands fist in the blanket while he eats me out and his best friend holds my ass open so he can do it.

“More,” I beg. “Cil…I need your tongue in me. Rory…my cock…stroke me.” It’s so easy to say what I want with them, to say what I need. I know Cillian will do anything to make sure I have it, and that means Rory will too.

Cillian’s tongue probes my hole again, working to soften me up enough to push inside.

Just after Rory’s hands leave my ass, I hear the top on the lube open. A second later, Rory’s hand is on my dick, wet and stroking.

I feel like I’m in a pleasure vortex, coming at me from all angles, like it’s inside me and outside me. Like it makes up my bones and muscle. All I am is a vessel for pleasure, and it’s the best feeling.

Cillian’s tongue inside me, fucking me.

Rory’s hand on my dick, jerking me.

It feels like I’m in the clouds, like I’m in this space that should be impossible to reach, but somehow, I’m here and it’s lovely. And when Cillian’s tongue is gone, I feel too empty. “Please, baby. I need something inside me. I need you to make me come.”

Baby. I like that. I like Cillian being my baby.

“I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry. We’ll give you what you need.”

I hear the bottle of lube again, and when I look over my shoulder, Cillian’s finger is pushing inside me, fucking into me.

“Christ, you have to feel this. He’s so fucking hot and tight inside. Get your finger in here with mine,” he tells Rory, and just hearing that makes my dick spasm.

“Fuck yes.” Rory lubes his fingers, Cillian pulling out before they each push a finger into me together, making my eyes roll back.

Cillian and Rory are inside me, finger-fucking me, stretching me for cock. Together.

“Jesus, Cil. I bet it’s like fucking heaven to push your dick into him.”

“You have no idea. It’s my favorite place to be. I want to be in his ass all the time.”

They slide their fingers in and out, twisting them in unison, as if they’re on the same wavelength.

“It feels so good. You both feel so good,” I admit.

“You’re so fucking good for him, Bunny. You’re being so good for me too.”

I notice the difference in his phrasing—that I’m good for Cillian, but I’m being good for him, again reinforcing the truth that I’m Cillian’s, but in these moments, we’re sharing what’s between us with Rory. That I’m being good for him, but I’m not his.

A third finger pushes into me, and I know it’s Cillian’s. Rory is still there too, both pleasuring me, both taking their own pleasure from my body. I love how full I am, love that it’s Cillian and Rory doing it. They’re making my cock ache and my ass hungry for more.

“Fuck me. Please, please, please, I need you to fuck me.” I don’t even care who, I just want one of them inside me.

“You need some dick, dirty boy? We’re gonna give you two.” When Cillian is quiet for a moment, I glance over my shoulder and see him looking at Rory. “Let’s give my boy what he needs.”

They pull their fingers out, and I miss the feeling of them inside me.

Cillian rolls me to my back, then pushes a pillow beneath my hips.

He leans over me, taking my mouth in a scorching kiss, and for some reason, it feels like a lifetime since I kissed him.

It settles something inside me I didn’t know needed to be calmed.

His mouth moves to my ear, voice low and just for me. “I’m gonna fuck you, and Rory’s gonna use your mouth. Is that okay with you?” Cillian thrusts his cock against mine.

“Yes, please.”

“So polite.” I hear the smile in his voice. “Anything else you want?”

“No. Just this. Just both of you.”

Cillian presses the sweetest kiss to my cheek, then kisses his way down my body. He sucks my cock into his mouth—I’m surprised he does because of the lube—and I thrust toward him, craving more.

“Almost time,” he tells me, then pushes up on his knees. “I think my dirty boy needs all the cock he can handle. I’m gonna take his ass, and you take his mouth. He’s so desperate for it, I think he needs it at both ends.”

“Fuck yes. I can handle that.” Rory strokes himself, and with his other hand, reaches out and runs a finger down the side of my face. “I’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth and then come all over your chest.”

I nod, ready for it to happen.

Rory traces my mouth with the tip of his cock while Cillian slicks himself with lube. I like that Cillian positioned us this way, so I can see them both, look into their eyes anytime I want.

With Rory kneeling by my head and Cillian at my ass, they both lean toward me at once, and I feel the pressure of Cillian’s dick against my hole, pushing in, just as I look up and watch Rory ease into my mouth.

The whole world quiets. Hell, maybe everything in the universe has ceased to exist other than the three of us in this moment.

It almost feels like I’m out of my body, like I’m watching this happen but feeling it too, riding the high of it, of the feel of Rory thrusting into my mouth, not taking more than I can give but testing me, yes.

I look down, focus on Cillian, at the way his gaze doesn’t leave mine as he pumps his hips into me, fucking me, making love to me, giving me this experience I’ll never forget, just like I’m giving him this experience he craves too.

I close my eyes, arch upward, when Cillian’s slick hand wraps around my cock, stroking me while he’s pegging my prostate with each thrust and Rory’s filling my mouth.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

It’s incredible and beautiful and sexy, too many things for me to put into words.

And when I open my eyes, I see them looking at each other, feel the intensity of the moment wrap around me, fill me. The platonic love between them wraps around all of us.

I’m so lucky to be sharing this with them, to be a part of it.

Cillian told me there is no room for jealousy between him and Rory, and somehow, I feel the same.

What they share doesn’t threaten what I have with Cillian.

It doesn’t change who we are to each other, and it never will, but we do share something else outside of that, and Rory is and always will be a part of it.

Not the core, not the same, but a crucial part nonetheless.

They break eye contact and look down at me, Cillian with love, and Rory with…a kind of love too. Not romantic, of course, but his own kind of love. And one of appreciation and tenderness I didn’t know he was capable of.

I watch them watch me, feel them fuck me and savor every thrust of their hips, the way Cillian stretches my ass and Rory hits the back of my throat.

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 lies beside 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 not that bad.”

“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.