“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 manythings 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.
“Having trouble?” Cillian nods toward my still hard cock while I stroke myself.
“I think I’m gonna go call my pet,” I tell them, climbing out of the bed.
“Oh my God! Youdolike him,” Ollie calls out to me as I walk away.
“Fuck off! Not in the way you’re thinking!”
I look over my shoulder and smile, then notice Cillian watching me…forehead wrinkled in that way he does when he’s trying to figure something out.
I stop moving. “What?”
“Nothing,” he replies.
He doesn’t trust Shai. That’s what this is. It’ll take him a while to get there, so I say, “It’ll be fine, Cil. I promise,” before slipping out of the room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Shai
My fingers moveacross the frets of my guitar, my back against the wall as I play. My phone buzzes beside me, a video call from Rory coming through. The corners of my mouth immediately curve up before I force them into a straight line again.
What. The fuck. Was that?
There’s absolutely no reason I should be fucking smiling because Rory is calling me.
For a moment I consider ignoring it but then give in and answer the damn call. If I don’t, he’ll show up at my house, which…wouldn’t be a bad thing, really. It would give me something, or someone, to do. Something about Rory soothes this constant itch I’ve always had beneath my skin.
“What do you want?”
“Let’s jerk off together.”
“What?” My eyebrows rise, and he grins at me.
“I’m horny. I just watched Cillian and Ollie come.”
“Just watched?” Why didn’t he jerk off with them?
“Yes, and then I came back to my room to play with my pet. Do you want it or what?”
