“That’s it. You’re a little whore for it, aren’t you? Such a greedy cock whore.”
“Fuck yes.”
His words go straight to my balls. God, this man really does it for me. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been.
I watch his ring stretch around three fingers, watch him stroke himself and fuck into his fist, enjoying showing off for me.
“You like this, don’t you? Love knowing I’m hard and aching and can’t take my eyes off you.”
“You know it. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, and you’re going to beg me to do it.”
A sharp stab of fear pierces me because somehow, I already know he’s right. “Then I’m going to ruin you for anyone else too. You crave all this cock, but none of it will ever feel as good as mine.”
Rory’s body tenses, his fingers shoved deep in his ass. His body arches up, mouth dropping open, eyes falling closed as he shoots stripes of cum all over his chest. I wish I were there to lick it off him, to feel him tremble and shake beneath me. How is it that I’m so fucking addicted to this man already?
“That was good. I needed that.” He grabs the phone, doesn’t seem to mind that he has a cummy hand. Rory is…something else. “Your turn, pet. Stroke it for me. Take that thick cock of yours in hand and shoot your load all over yourself. Then I want you to eat it for me.”
“You say that as if I don’t do that all the time.” I wink at him, and Rory gives me a blindingly bright smile. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile that big.
I put more lube in my hand and begin getting myself off, one hand on my dick, the other playing with my balls.
“You look so fucking wild, and I love it,” he says. “You look the way I feel.”
My movements stumble at that, his words hitting in a way I can’t describe. I get myself together and keep going, though, chasing the orgasm that’s right there, so fucking close I feel it brushing against my skin.
“Now that I’m thinking about it,” Rory says, “I like what you suggested earlier, like the thought of wearing something like that when I do bad things… I don’t mean fucking you, but the thought of panties against my skin when I’m following someone, when my fist connects with their face, when my finger presses down on the trigger. I’m a dangerous little cherry, aren’t I?”
My orgasm comes out of nowhere, hits me like a rogue wave, burying me beneath the pleasure. I bite my tongue, taste the blood, arch and come, feeling like I’m flying. And when my balls are wrung dry, I watch him as I lift my hand and lick my jizz from my fingers.
“Fuck, pet. You are so goddamned fun.”
He’s fun too.
“I should go,” I say, shifting uncomfortably.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I frown. “Tomorrow?”
“Yep. I have a feeling Cillian will pay you a visit.”
Well, shit. That doesn’t sound nearly as fun as fucking Rory.
*
I’m at workthe next day when Ollie arrives flanked by Rory and Cillian, who’s holding Ollie’s hand. Cillian is definitely hot, though not as sexy as Rory. His hair is dark brown, thick, and hangs over his forehead. He’s taller and broader than Rory and Ollie. Rory has a nice body, with defined muscles, but he’s wirier than Cillian. There’s no doubt in my mind that Cillian’s muscles are incredibly cut beneath his clothes.
The restaurant is slow and I’m not on the register today, but still, I tell Chuck, our coworker, “I’ll take care of them,” because they’re here for me. I don’t want Cillian to think I’m afraid of him or that I’ll back down.
“Okay,” Chuck says, disappearing into the kitchen.
“What’s up, pet?” Rory says when they reach the counter.
“Cherry.” I nod at him, my gaze flicking toward Ollie and Cillian—Ollie smiling while Cillian frowns. I settle my attention on Ollie. “You have a good trip?”
“We did. Cil got to meet my dad. It was good seeing him. By the way, this brooding, possessive man who is about five seconds from pissing on my leg is my boyfriend, Cillian.”
“Four…three…two…” Rory grins, and I chuckle.
