This time I would let him think he was in charge because, if I’d learned anything about Cillian over the years, it was that he wanted to believe he was in control, when in reality, it was easy to get him to do what I wanted. One sharp look or brief shake of my head and I had him shifting gears without him realizing it. Now was no different. Iwantedto be on my knees and sucking him off. Having Cillian so close was enough to send any sane man off the deep end.
I spat in my hand and curled my fingers around the base of his hardening length, dragging the skin up with me as I jerked him off slowly. His dick twitched and grew under my palm. I grinned up at him before I took the tip in my mouth, sucking gently. I watched him from under my lashes as his back bowed, fingers going to my head and massaging my scalp.
“Stop teasing.” He placed his hand at the back of my neck and shoved me down so more of his dick slid into my mouth. “Suck my cock.”
I slapped the side of his thigh hard, the tips of my fingers catching some of his sunburn, and he hissed in pain. If I didn’t have my mouth full, I would’ve smirked up at him, but I focused on tonguing the underside of his length, tracing the veins that popped out of it. Closing my eyes, I dipped my tongue beneath the foreskin that pulled back farther as he grew firmer under my attention.
I tickled my finger around the base, and he grunted, shifting his hips forward so his dick slipped in a little more.
“Feck yeah.” He ran a hand over my head, nails scratching through my short hair. “Take it all in.”
I jerked him off slowly, sliding more of him into my mouth until he nudged the back of my throat. It wasn’t often I gave a guy a blowjob, and I couldn’t say I was an expert, but Cillian’s balls were drawn so tightly to his body that I must be doing something right. I poked my tongue into his slit, and that was all it took for him to groan and shoot into my mouth, his cum coating my tongue, and like the gentlemen I was, I swallowed until his balls were empty and he was panting.
Tucking him back into his shorts, I winked and rose to my feet before going back to my chair. Today was about Cillian and lulling him into a sense of security around me. I would take care of him.
“Feck.” His chest rose and fell and he threw an arm over his forehead, laughing. He gave me a silly smile. “Ye fuckhead.”
I chuckled, proud that I’d made him unravel. “You enjoyed every second.”
“Feck off.” His grin never faltered, though, so I took that as a good sign.
My phone chose that moment to buzz in my pocket, the shrill sound of a video call making the corners of my lips curl. There were only two people who video called me, so it was either Fallon or Vail. Finally getting the phone out of the pocket of my shorts, I looked at the cracked screen with Vail’s name and photo flashing on it.
I accepted the call and his face immediately showed up. His square jaw was tense and the smile he flashed disappeared quickly.
“Hey, little doc.”
“Aspen. Hi!” The nervousness in his tone had me straightening. “How is Miami? Did you get me those coconut patties yet?”
I laughed, even though I was worried about him. “Not yet, but I will. I promised and you know I always follow through with my promises.”
“I know you do.” He sighed happily and tilted his head. Behind him, something shiny caught my eye. I’d been in the hospital enough times to know what it looked like beside an ER bed. It was clear he wasn’t on the bed, but rather sitting in a chair next to one.
“Why are you at the hospital?” I demanded immediately. My words caught Cillian’s attention and he jumped to his feet, shoving me across on the chair so he could half sit on it with me. He leaned in closer to the phone, brow furrowed and concern on his face.
“What happened, bug?” he asked in that tone that demanded answersor else.
“Oh.” A flush brushed across Vail’s cheeks and he laughed nervously. “Uh... nothing serious.”
“Vail....” I gritted my teeth. “Where are Fallon and Rowen?”
“They’re okay!” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I promise. We got into a littlepredicament.”
I stared while Cillian growled out, “What predicament? Ye tell us right bloody now or we’ll fly back there and wallop yer bum red.”
“Just tell them.” Fallon groaned from somewhere behind Vail. “This can’t get any more embarrassing than it already has been. It’ll be on TikTok if any more people hear about it.”
“It will not,” Vail muttered, glancing toward the bed where I assumed Fallon was currently lying. “The nurses weren’t surprised. I’m sure it happens a lot.”
“What happened?” Cillian asked, louder this time, dominance in his voice. “Tell us this instant or I swear to God—”
The phone was taken from Vail, and Fallon’s face filled the screen. He smiled, though it was a little wobbly, and sighed. “I got a titanium cock ring stuck on me, all right? It was too fucking small, and I didn’t realize until after it was on and I was hard. The blood flowed in and didn’t flow out again. And the hospital’s ring cutter...fuck. It isn’t strong enough to cut it off.”
Cillian and I glanced at each other in surprise.
“What the feck does that mean?” He pressed his lips together and the dent in his chin stood out while amusement danced in his eyes. I couldn’t blame him. Laughter bubbled in my chest, but I tamped it down. If we laughed at him, we would never hear the end of it from Vail.
Fallon threw a hand up in the air in frustration. He leaned closer to the phone and whispered, “They called the fire department, okay? And now Rowen’s bullshitting with fucking firefighters like it’s an ordinary day, but really, they’re here to cut off this ring on my dick with their diamond saw. It’s going near my junk. I’m not excited. But I can’t lose my boner.”
