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)
“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.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
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.”