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)
“Two things can be true at once, remember?” Cillian takes my hand, threading our fingers together.
It can be…and often is. “I’m glad you two had each other.” I place my other hand on Rory’s thigh and give him a supportive squeeze, but then…then I don’t move it afterward. “Tell me more stories about little Cillian and Rory.”
Cillian tells me the next story, still holding my hand. He’s halfway through it when Rory begins drawing circles on my other hand with his fingertip. I gasp at first, and he stops, but when I don’t stop touching him, he starts twirling his finger around again.
Cillian finishes the story, and Rory launches into the next. They share fun, innocent things too, normal kid stuff, best friend things, and I’m glad they had that. The longer we talk, the harder it is for me not to focus on Cillian’s breath against my cheek as he moves in closer, his tight grip on me, tethering me to this moment, to him…and maybe to Rory too. Rory, who is so harsh in many ways, but whose touch is gentle…almost tentative.
Cillian leans down, swipes his tongue against my neck, then sucks my earlobe into his mouth. I gasp, warmth flooding my groin as what feels like all the blood in my body begins to congregate there.
“Is my dirty boy horny?” Cillian asks, low and in my ear.
“Mmm-hmm,” I manage to let out.
My body is buzzing. I feel light, almost like I could float away if it wasn’t for them.
Rory’s fingertips move up my arm now, all the way up to my bicep and back down again.
“What do you want?” Cillian asks, and I automatically spread my legs. Rory curses as Cillian dips his hand down the front of my pants, cupping my bulge through my underwear. “Fuck. You’re so damn hard.” I see him look up and know his gaze goes to Rory. “He’s stiff as a board for us.”
In this moment, I know what’s going to happen, what I want to happen. While it’s Cillian I’m in love with, tonight, here with them, it’s both of them I’m hard for, both of them I want to share this moment with.
“Can he show it to me, Bunny? Can he show me your pretty cock? Can he make you come for me?” Rory’s voice is thick with lust, huskier than I’ve ever heard it.
Cillian squeezes my dick tighter, stroking me through the fabric, making me leak and melt and crave more. “I want…” How do I say those words? How do I tell my boyfriend I want to have sex with him and his best friend? But then, thinking of it that way feels like trivializing it, making this smaller than what it is. This is about sex, yes, but it’s also about more.
“You want what? I need to hear you say it. You have to tell us what you want so we can give it to you.”
“I want…” I lose my train of thought when Rory’s touch goes to my thigh. “I want both of you…together. I need it…need to have that with you both.” Cillian’s hand pushes beneath my underwear, taking me skin-to-skin. “Please, Cillian.”
“Fuck, Cil. Does he always beg for it like that?”
“Yes. He’s my dirty boy. My perfect, filthy, dirty boy, who I’m so goddamned in love with.”
I want to be that so bad. I am that. Cillian’s filthy, dirty boy. I belong to him, and he belongs to me, and in the mix of that, we somehow belong to Rory too.
I moan when he strokes me again, when Rory leans in and gives my lobe the same treatment Cillian had given the other.
Cillian’s voice is thick with lust when he says, “This is what we’re gonna do—I want you to go upstairs to our room, get ready for us, make sure this is what you want. When you’re done, you text me and let me know if you want me to come up or both of us. Okay?”
I nod, fists tightening at how good it feels to have Cillian’s hand on my dick and Rory’s mouth on my neck.
“Say the word. I need to hear it.”
“Okay,” I rasp out.
“Good boy. Go on now.” He pulls his hand out of my jeans, and I whine, wanting it back.
Rory chuckles. “Don’t worry. You’ll get to come tonight…whether it’s from both of us or just Cil. He’ll make sure you get what you need.”
Hearing him tell me that makes my dick throb even harder, makes me even more hungry for what’s to come.
I get up and adjust my cock, hoping to make it less obvious how hard I am, then kiss Cillian and hurry upstairs. It feels like it takes me a million years to unlock our bedroom door, to get into this safe space where I can be Cillian’s dirty boy, where I can have them both, these two men who mean the world to me, albeit in different ways.