She’s panting desperately, but she still raises an eyebrow at me with a sassy look on her face. “What do you think?”
I do everything in my power to stop my grin from taking over, but I fail miserably. “You better wipe that attitude right off that pretty face of yours. Only good girls get to come in this house.”
She scoffs playfully. “Oh, so you’re the type of man who leaves a meal unfinished? How wasteful of you.”
“Only when the meal talks back.”
She rolls her eyes. But when I pull my finger out of her, she gasps. “No! No, I’ll be good.”
I shrug, grabbing my coffee and taking a sip.
“Oliver! Please. I promise I’ll be good.”
“And how will you do that, princess?”
“I—I’ll do whatever you want. Please just make me come, Oliver.”
With a chuckle, I slide my finger back inside. Her head falls back when I curl it against her. “Anything?”
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse from being made to wait.
“Well, that’s good. Because I have a few things in mind. First off, tell me something you’ve always wanted to do in bed but haven’t yet.”
She straightens, her eyes big. Then shyness takes over, and she looks away. But when my finger begins to slowly inch out of her, she gives in. “I’ve always wanted to try—uh . . . words.” Her eyes squeeze shut.
“Words?” I curl my finger into her again, watching her writhe. “It sounds like this would be a good time for you to use some, princess.”
She makes a flustered sound that I have to stop myself from laughing at. Then, finally, she spits it out. “Degradation!” She winces. “But nothing too mean.”
I reward her with another finger sliding into her. She’s too in her head to give me examples. My mind goes over last night, at how she reacted to what we said to her—specifically any type of praise.
“Tell me, princess, do you want us to call you our pretty little slut?”
Her eyes darken, and she nods. I reward her by sucking her clit until her legs are shaking.
“Our own personal fucktoy?”
“Y-yes. Please.”
I add a third finger, finding her sensitive spot and hitting it over and over again. I want to keep exploring her likes and finding her boundaries, but this isn’t the time. I don’t want to push her and accidentally ruin the moment by triggering her.
So I lick her clit and say, “Good girl,” watching her eyes roll into the back of her head. And then I work her until she comes so hard that she can’t help but scream my name.
“Damn, princess. You might’ve woken Elliot with that one.”
“Oh, no!” She claps a hand over her mouth, and I’m surprised by the genuine concern on her face.
Is it possible that she cares about us as much as we care about her?
I squeeze her thigh. “Probably not. The man could sleep through the end of the world.”
She relaxes, and her hand drops to the table.
My mind snags on an idea. “Don’t you have something to say?”
“Huh?” She looks at me with confusion as she closes her shaking legs.
I lean back in my chair, leveling her with an even gaze. “I just made you come so hard you screamed the whole house down. I think a ‘thank you’ is in order.”
She bites her lip as she realizes what I’m doing. “Thank you, Oliver.”
“I believe I deserve some type of payment.”
She nods with big, innocent eyes that I can’t help but think aren’t as innocent as they look. “Whatever you’d like.”
I slide my pants and boxers down my legs. “Ride me. Show me how grateful you are for your orgasm.”
She lets out a breath as she scrambles from the table and straddles me. I help her line me up with her entrance, and then she sinks onto my cock with a moan.
She grabs onto my shoulders, her fingers digging into my shirt.
“Are you sore?” My hands rest on her hips, ready to pull her off of me at the slightest sign of pain.
She wiggles her ass, settling. “Not really. I think I just need a second to adjust.” She takes a deep breath, tilting her head back, and I feel her relax around me.
I plant a kiss on her neck as she works her way up and down, rolling her hips to grind against me. Her deathgrip on my shoulders loosens.
“Is it okay if I go slow at first?”
I nod, leaning back so I can get a better view of her. “Take off his shirt. Right now, you’re mine. All mine.”
She obeys, tossing the shirt to the floor. With a smirk of satisfaction, I take in her body as she picks up the pace slightly. Her breaths are shaky, and I can’t help but move my hips to match her movements.
The feeling rips a moan from my throat, and she smiles.
“Do you like pleasing me, princess?”
She nods, her smile growing. She picks up her pace more, and I match it. This time she moans, and her eyes slide shut.
Fuck. I don’t know how we’re supposed to let her go. What if she wants to leave after breakfast?
Then you’ll take her home.
“Oliver, I—” Her head drops to my shoulders, trying to keep up with my thrusts. “Fuck,” she whispers.
When did I take control? I can’t pinpoint the exact moment.
Her whole body goes rigid, and she cries out into my shoulder. I can feel her clenching around me as she comes.
I slam into her once more before finishing inside of her. She shudders, her lips finding mine. Then she collapses against my heaving chest as she tries to catch her breath.
“That was quite the show.”
Wren jumps at Rhett’s voice, straightening. I have to turn to see him, but he’s directly in her line of sight.
With a laugh, he steps forward and kisses her. “You actually didn’t see me, did you?”
Her face turns beet red. “I—well, I was pretty distracted.” When her gaze focuses on the erection straining in his pants, she looks up at him. “Do you . . .”
But he shakes his head. “The sound of you coming undone is all I need right now. Well, that, and—” Rhett grabs my hand, sucking the three fingers that were inside of her moments ago. His tongue runs over each of them until every trace of her is gone.
When he releases me, I grin at the way Wren’s mouth is hanging open slightly. She lets out a small squeak when Rhett kisses her again, saying, “See how good you taste? No wonder we can’t get enough of you.”
“Jesus Christ,” she whispers.
“Nope. Just a couple demons, making sure you end up in hell with us for all of eternity.” He brushes his fingers against her cheek. “Now. Did Oliver at least feed you before he fucked you?”
“Hey! I was getting there.”
Wren giggles, turning back to give me a warm smile. “I am pretty hungry.”
He helps her put on her shirt, and when he pulls her off my lap, there isn’t an ounce of jealousy in me. Instead, my heart fills with happiness at the way Rhett lets Wren wrap her arms around his neck. He kisses her cheek with a grin.
It’s been far too long since he’s opened up to someone like this.
I just hope he doesn’t fall too hard.