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)
“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.