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)
My hand slides up to his mouth, covering that instead. I push two fingers into his mouth, and he sucks them while I fuck his pretty ass. I’m so lost in him, in this man who has turned my world upside down, that I don’t hear them until Ollie slides to a stop in the doorway. Cillian runs into him from behind, both their gazes locked on me and Rory.
I feel him smile around my fingers.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ror. You couldn’t do this in your own room?” Cillian asks.
I drop my hand, letting it find a home at his hip again, pressing my fingers in, while I slow my strokes.
“Couldn’t…help…it,” Rory says between thrusts. “It’s…where…he…found…me.”
“Found you?” Cillian asks. If what he’s seeing upsets him or makes him feel uncomfortable in any way, he’s not showing it, but then, I guess it wouldn’t. He might not have seen Rory get fucked by a man before, but they’ve spent enough time having sex with people together—and sharing Ollie—that it’s nothing new.
My dick flexes at that thought, and Rory moans, like he feels it.
“I hunt him.” I pump my brows, continuing my slow thrusts. I’ve never been watched having sex before, but I can’t deny the heat that flushes over my skin, the way my body burns with even more pleasure with the feel of both Cillian’s and Ollie’s eyes on us…Ollie who can’t seem to look away.
“Hunt?” Ollie asks, his voice soft, curious.
“Yes. He runs, and I find him…” I look down, watch my dick slide in and out of his ass. “My prize is I get to fuck his pretty hole…get to fill him all up with my load.” I don’t know what’s gotten into me, don’t know if I should be saying the things I am, but I know Rory likes this, likes watching and being watched, had these moments with Cillian and Ollie in the past. I don’t want him to lose that because he’s mine, and maybe I’m wondering what it’s like too.
“Cil?” Rory asks, a question between the two of them, one that Cillian can read just in how Rory says his name.
“Do you want to watch, Kitten?” He wraps his arms around Ollie from behind. “If you want to watch, we can.”
Ollie nods, gaze glued to us, face flushed, breathing quickened.
Cillian eases him farther into the room, closing the door behind them.
“We can watch, but that’s it. We watch Shai make Rory come, and when we’re alone, I’ll breed your tight little hole too.” From the looks of it, Cillian is rubbing his dick against Ollie’s ass.
“Please,” Ollie begs.
“I’ll take care of you,” Cillian tells him.
“It’s so fucking good, Bunny. I get it now, the way you beg for Cillian’s cock. I’d sit on Shai’s all day every day if I could. I’m here taking him like this because of you.”
Pleasure shoots up my spine, and I nearly lose my rhythm. It’s so hot hearing Rory talk to him like that, so hot knowing that this connection between Rory, Cillian, and Ollie somehow led Rory to me, like I’m a part of it already.
I understand that if I wasn’t here, it would be the three of them, that Cillian would strip Ollie and let Rory see him, touch him, kneel and suck him off, and as much as that turns me on, as much as it rewires something in my brain, something that goes beyond sex to…whatever this is, I don’t fault Cillian for not sharing that with me. If this is all it ever is, it would be enough.
“Harder, boyfriend. You know how much I like to feel it. You’re so fucking thick, such a big, fat cock. Show me what you can do with it.”
Boyfriend. My brain nearly explodes.
My dick pulses and throbs inside him.
My heart keeps expanding, getting bigger, fuller in a way I didn’t know was possible before Rory.
“You want me to make you come, baby?” I ask.
“Yes, motherfucker. Do it.”
I laugh at how crude he is. “Want me to make you come for Cillian and Ollie? Want to shoot all over their bed while your boyfriend fucks you in front of your person and your bunny?”
Even from across the room, I see Cillian’s pupils flare, see the thank you, and you get us, and there is no reason to be jealous, he can belong to us both.
Ollie looks like his legs are about to give out, like if Cillian wasn’t holding him, he couldn’t be on his feet.
Rory pushes upright, his back against my chest, turning his head to the side, arm up and wrapped around me as he kisses me harder, with every part of his being, tongue pushing in deep while I pump into his ass. I taste similar words to what I saw from Cillian. Thank you and you’re mine. Feel him feed me the he can be who he is to me, but it doesn’t take away from who I am to you.