Chapter Twenty-Six
Shai
Fucking Rory is hands down my favorite thing to do.
My dick slides in and out of the tight heat of his body, him begging me to go harder, fuck him deeper, to make him feel it.
Sweat beads on my brow, dripping into my eyes and making them sting, but I don’t stop, don’t want to let go of him, don’t want to stop my hips from pistoning into him as I fuck him in a room we have no business being in.
I’d hunted him for longer than I needed to, enjoyed the game of cat and mouse that’s so exciting for both of us. I can’t wait until the weather is better, can’t wait until we can do this outside in the woods, and I can take him hard whenever I find him, just like I’m doing now.
After all the shit that went down a few weeks ago, I’ve thought a lot about it, and about what Cillian and Ollie told me about Rory.
I’m going to be who he needs. I’m going to be good for him, going to help him burn off some of his energy, or even to tease the edge of danger, in ways where Rory’s not more at risk than he already is.
“Fuck. Right there. I love the way your piercing feels when it brushes against my prostate.”
“No one would ever fuck you as good as me.” I move one hand up his sweaty body, not stopping until my palm is pressed against his throat, and squeeze. I did some research on this, making sure I do it right, but still, I don’t use too much pressure, not wanting to hurt him.
Rory’s body nearly convulses beneath me, his hands fisting in the gray blanket that was neatly made on Cillian and Ollie’s bed.
He’s bent over the end of it, ass pressed back and begging for cock the way my little chaos gremlin is so good at.
When I found him in here, I hadn’t been able to hold myself back from taking him right where we were.
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.
I fuck up and into him, watch Cillian kiss Ollie’s throat while watching us. I’m not even sure Ollie has blinked, the bulge in his jeans fat and swollen.
I pluck Rory’s nipples, kissing and fucking and then…
he nearly bites my tongue. His body stiffens, his hole pulsing and squeezing my cock.
The needy sounds he gives me tell me… No way.
Did he just…? My hand slides down his body, into the hot, thick cum painting his skin, to his cock that’s still twitching and shooting all that he’s got in his heavy balls.
I slam into him again, feeling like a fucking king.
I made him come hands-free, and that’s all I need to follow him into oblivion.
My lips pull back, colors flashing in my mind, my body swept away as I pump into him, shoot and fill Rory with my release.
“That’s it…take it all, Cherry. Gonna empty my balls inside you, fill you up. You take my cum so well.”
“God, I love it,” Rory says breathlessly. “Love it when you breed me.”
A strangled sound comes from Ollie. I look over and see Cillian rubbing Ollie’s dick through his jeans, see him lose control too, coming in his pants from seeing me and Rory.
I slide my fingers into Rory’s load again, lift my hand to my mouth, and lick it clean.
What do we do or say now? I’m not used to this, don’t know what to expect, but then I see Cillian lift Ollie in his arms.
“Get out,” he tells us, not like he’s angry or regrets what we did, just desperate for his boy, and I don’t get to see that. Not yet.
“Let’s go, boyfriend,” Rory tells me as Cillian tosses Ollie to the bed.
We walk out, leaving our clothes behind, Rory closing the door behind us.
“Was that okay?” I ask when we’re in Rory’s room, making sure I didn’t read that wrong.
“Yes. Cillian or Ollie wouldn’t have done it if they didn’t want to.
It’s just not what Cillian expected, I think.
On the surface it might not seem like he’s possessive over Ollie because he shares him with me, but there’s not only one way to be possessive.
Just like there’s not only one way to love.
What we did, what I’ve done with them, will never diminish Cillian and Ollie’s love for each other.
If someone doesn’t get that…” He shrugs.
“It’s on them. Not us. Cillian will be okay.
He’ll fuck Ollie, claim him as his that way, and then he’ll be thankful he shared that with us.
I wouldn’t have allowed it to happen otherwise. ”
“You know a lot about love.” I grin at him, and he smiles shyly back.
“I’m learning. That was…okay for you?” he asks. “For us? It didn’t change anything?” Rory looks away, like he’s afraid of the answer.
I wrap him in my arms. Rory has given me more than he’ll ever understand—love, sex, friendship, someone who would do anything for me the way I would them. No one has ever cared for me that much. “We’ll always be good,” I tell him. “You are everything to me. I love you, don’t you know?”
His back stiffens, and I feel it, the jolt of panic beneath his skin.
“So that means you’re not paying me back with sex anymore?”
We haven’t been doing that for a long time, and he knows it. “I’m serious.”
Rory stalls for a moment, then says, “I don’t know how.”
“What do you mean?”
“Love…this kind of love. I don’t know how. I’m obsessed with you, though.”
My heart pumps harder. Would the words be nice to hear back?
Yes. Do I think he doesn’t feel them because he can’t say them, or because he’s got this block in his head that prevents him from seeing how fucking full of love he is?
No. I feel it. I know it. I’m thankful for it.
“I think you do a good job of it already, and even if you don’t think so, you’ll learn. ”
He nods like he believes me, then takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, where we shower together, kiss lazily, and I tell him over and over again that I love him.