Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“It was really good sex. He didn’t quite dick me down the way you do Ollie, but I’m definitely into it.”
Ollie’s cheeks turn pink. “Oh my God.”
“What? It’s hot what Cil does to you. Don’t be shy, Bunny. It’s just us.”
“Well, we don’t have to talk about it.” He leans over me and buries his face in Cillian’s chest. Cil fucking glows, and I smile, loving seeing him this way.
“So…are you going to become a needy little bottom now?” Cillian asks me when Ollie pulls away from him.
“I might. I liked it. You should try it sometime.” And then I find myself adding, “He’s cool, Cil. A bit wild, which is fun. He’s a musician.”
He frowns. “Why are you trying to sell this guy to me?”
“Do you like him?” Ollie asks.
“What? No. I like his dick. And as I said, he’s fun. He’s my pet. Not the way I used to call you my pet. We simply have…mutual interests, and we like playing with each other.”
“I want to invite him over,” Ollie says.
I can see the wheels spinning in Ollie’s brain, so I clarify. “We’re not going to be boyfriends. That’s not my thing.”
“I want to invite him over as my friend. I like him.”
Cillian growls, then climbs over me, easing Ollie to his back and lying on top of him. “He can’t have you. You’re mine.”
“I don’t want him,” Ollie says, rubbing his cheek against Cillian’s. “I’m yours.”
Cillian ruts against Ollie, kissing his neck. Ollie’s arms wrap around him, soft, needy noises falling from his lips. He spreads his legs, encircling Cillian, and I roll onto my side, head resting on my hand as I watch them. It feels like forever since we’ve done this, when really, it’s just a little over a month.
I’ve only actually been with them once, but I watch them too. Not all the time, of course, but the moments when the three of us want it, when we want to fortify this tether between us.
“Do you want me to get you off, dirty boy?” Cillian says against Ollie’s skin. My blood is already running south, my dick firm in my jeans. “Just hearing you talk about liking someone else makes me feel the need to claim you.”
Ollie’s eyes flutter behind his glasses, the pink in his cheeks darkening. “Yes, Cillian. Make me come. Please. Show me who I belong to.”
“That’s my good boy,” Cil says on a smile. “Do you want Rory to stay or go?”
Ollie looks at me.
“It’s up to you, Bunny. It’s always up to the two of you. I’m cool if you want me to dip.” As much as I enjoy this, I don’t ever want him to feel obligated.
“Stay. I like the way it makes me feel.”
“God, you’re so fucking dirty and I love it,” Cillian tells him. He sits up on his knees, pulling open the buttons on his shirt, then throwing it to the floor. He tugs Ollie’s shirt off next, before working at his pants. Seconds later, Ollie is beautifully naked—flushed skin, hard cock, chest rising and falling in quick, excited breaths.
“Isn’t my boy beautiful?” Cillian asks me.
“Gorgeous,” I reply, massaging my dick through my pants.
“I’m so fucking lucky he’s mine.” Cillian takes Ollie’s mouth, holding himself up over him. Ollie’s fingers move directly to Cillian’s button, getting his jeans open, then shoving those and his underwear down. Cillian kicks out of them, their mouths never parting before he drops down on top of Ollie again, rutting against him and tongue-fucking his mouth.
I open my pants, pull them down so they’re below my ass, spit in my hand, and stroke myself.
Cillian works his way down Ollie’s body, kissing him everywhere. Ollie’s gaze goes back and forth between looking at his man and over at me.
“I think he’s going to suck your pretty cock, Bunny.”
“Please, baby.” Ollie’s attention is focused on Cillian now, staring down at him as Cil looks up, hair in his eyes and all smiles.
He takes Ollie deep into his mouth, Ollie letting a surprising curse slip free. Reaching over, he sets his hand on my bicep. I change position, lacing our fingers together, holding his hand while I jack myself off and watch Cillian blow him.
I don’t know how to explain what these moments are like for me, can’t work through all the emotions they elicit. It’s overwhelming and intense, this powerful storm of too many things twisting and turning inside me. I told Cillian before that I didn’t really feel anything except in the moments we shared someone, but with Ollie everything is magnified, like I’m spilling over with it.
It doesn’t take Ollie long to come, squeezing my hand tighter while calling out Cillian’s name.
My orgasm feels so close, but just beyond reach. I jerk myself faster as Cillian finishes swallowing down Ollie’s load, then pushes up on his knees and jerks off on Ollie, his release landing in spurts on Ollie’s stomach and groin. Cillian bends down and kisses Ollie again, and I wonder if Ollie likes tasting himself on his tongue. Hmmm, maybe next time my pet will suck me off and I’ll make him feed it to me.