Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
He nods, then pushes his glasses up on his nose. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”
We spend the next hour working on some moves. He starts out pretty timid, but I think part of it is embarrassment. The longer I instruct him, the more he loosens up. Ollie asks a million questions about everything I show him, which tells me how seriously he’s taking it. He wants to do this, wants to be good at it, and he likes to understand all the steps involved. It’s just how he is.
When he throws another punch, I catch his wrist, turn him around, and pull him toward me. My arms encircle his waist, his ass against my dick. Honestly, I’d already been sporting a half-chub. Watching him turns me the fuck on, but now I smell his sweat-tinged skin, hear a slight whimper whisper past his lips. “You’re hard,” he says breathlessly.
“Fighting makes me horny. What about you?” I slide one hand down the front of his body until I’m cupping his dick through his sweats, finding Ollie just as stiff as I am. “Such a dirty boy. Does fighting make you want to fuck too?” And God, I want to fuck him…so damn bad. It’s been killing me not to try, but I feel like an asshole. Ollie is a virgin. Sex probably means more to him than it’s ever meant to me, and though it would mean every-fucking-thing with him, it feels wrong somehow, like Ollie should give that to someone a whole lot better than me. Someone without blood on their hands and who can give him more time than me.
“Touch me,” he begs, sounding so fucking needy, I almost lose control.
“Fuck…so dirty. You want it right here? Right where anyone can see?” I lick my hand, then shove it down his sweats and underwear, wrapping it around his cock. He’s pulsing with heat, so damn hard for me as I give his cock a slow stroke. I rub my palm over the head, smearing his precum down his shaft to help slick the way.
“Yes. I love being your dirty boy. How do you do this? How do you make me feel like I’m someone else with you?”
I swear, my heart tries to beat its way out of my chest and into his. “It’s not someone else. I just unlock the chains you keep yourself in. You’re safe with me, Kitten, and you know it. What do you want? Do you want me to jerk you off like this? If anyone comes out, they’ll still know what I’m doing. Or do you want me to pull your pants down? Show off your pretty cock?”
“I, um…like this…for now…”
I grin and stroke faster, nuzzle into his throat, kissing and licking the salty skin there.
Ollie reaches one hand behind him, grabs my hip, squeezes it, pressing his fingertips in while I jerk him off. He pushes his ass back against me like he’s riding my cock. He wants it so fucking bad. I can feel it in his movements, hear it in the sharp, needy intakes of breath.
“You’re killing me, dirty boy. I try and do right by you, but you make it so fucking hard.” I want to pull his sweats down, bend him over, and fuck him right here. Want to bury myself as deep as I can, fuck him hard and claim him, fill his ass with my load and shove a plug inside to keep it there.
He’s leaking like crazy, his cock slick with precum. I tighten my grip, jacking him faster.
“Cillian…Cillian…Cillian…” He says my name over and over again, knowing how much I like it.
I press my groin into him, mimic the movements of fucking him, try like hell not to lose my head.
When the back door opens, I freeze, not because I’m embarrassed, but because I don’t know who it is or how far Ollie is willing to take this…and also because I want to protect this, protect what’s mine, what I don’t want to share of this moment that should only belong to us unless…
“Fuck,” Rory grits out.
Ollie tenses, but I resume moving my hand up and down his cock, slower this time. I nip his ear, then kiss it. “What do you want me to do, dirty boy? Do you want me to tell him to fuck off?”
Rory takes another step forward, then stops. He watches, waits, unwilling to do anything unless I say he can, but he does reach down, cupping his dick through his jeans.
“It’s up to you. Always up to you. I only want what you want.” As much as I would be willing, would fucking love to share this moment with Rory, the only way I want that to happen is if Ollie craves it too.
“He can…stay…”
“Come a little closer, Ror…watch me make him come. Watch my dirty boy lose it for me.”