While we dry off, she keeps looking like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t. She changes into black, lacy panties and a matching bra that does wonders for her form.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I say, pushing her onto the bed. But I kneel down and take her foot in my hand, replacing her bandage.
She opens her mouth, but then she shuts it again.
“What?”
“Uhhh—nothing.”
“Spit it out, sweetheart, or I’ll force it out of you.”
She squirms on the mattress, rubbing her thighs together. “Well, it’s just that there’s three of you.” She says it like that should explain whatever it is she’s thinking.
“And?”
She bites her lip. Takes a deep breath. Looks anywhere with me. Finally, with her eyes squeezed shut, she blurts, “I’ve never had anal sex before.”
I give her an amused look. That’s what has her so worked up? God, this woman. “Do you want to?”
“Maybe. Yes? I think so.”
I nod, kissing her inner thighs. “That’s not exactly something you just jump straight into. It takes some adjusting.”
“I’ve done some training.” She squirms again. “And I liked the way it felt. But Adam never wanted to . . .” She looks down at her hands. “You know.”
I smirk. She’s so fucking cute when she’s flustered. “Stick it in there?”
She groans, covering her face with her hands. “Don’t laugh.”
“Oh, I’m not laughing.” I grab her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
She does, and I slide her panties off, throwing them to the floor. Then I spread her legs and dive in.
“What are you doing?” she gasps, grabbing onto my hair.
“Getting you relaxed,” I murmur into her. “And getting a better taste of you than what I got this morning.”
She moans, falling back onto her elbows. It doesn’t take her long before all she’s saying is my name, over and over again, with increased intensity. Finally, when I suck her clit into my mouth, she cries out. She tries to buck her hips, but I keep them firmly pinned to the bed.
“How are you so good at this?” she whispers.
I don’t answer, sliding into her as far as I can go. Then I move down to her other hole and circle it with my tongue. She jumps at the new sensation, moaning when I give her a lick.
When I stand, she watches me as I head over to my nightstand and pull something out. When I turn, her eyes are on the butt plug in my hand.
“You’re going to wear this through dinner,” I tell her. “And then while we fuck you senseless afterward.”
She nods enthusiastically, sitting up.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
She does, putting her ass on display for me. I grab some lube, using plenty of it before I slide the plug into her a bit.
“Take deep breaths for me, sweetheart, and relax.”
She obeys, moaning as the plug fills her. I let her adjust for a second, squeezing her ass cheeks.
“How does it feel?”
“Good,” she whispers.
Perfect.
CHAPTER NINE
WREN
NONE OF the guys can stop staring at me during dinner. I put on this set specifically to tease them, and also because I know there’s no point in putting it on right before sex. Oliver has already very clearly expressed that he can’t wait to rip it off of me.
Once we’re done eating, I suggest a movie, knowing I’m too full to do anything except let my stomach settle. They all agree, and we move to the living room.
Elliot pulls me onto the love seat with him, and I sigh happily. I’ve been with him for most of the day, but I haven’t had alone time with him like I have with Oliver and Rhett. So I snuggle up to him, pressing small kisses to his neck until he groans.
“You’re going to be the death of me, love,” he murmurs in my ear as the movie starts.
“Not for a long time, I hope.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. My body tenses, but he just kisses me like it’s a perfectly normal thing for a weekend fling to say.
He holds me close, and I do the same, running my hand through his hair. I forget what I said, focusing on the movie and his calming heartbeat instead.
About halfway through, Oliver says, “I vote it’s someone else’s turn.”
I giggle, and Elliot squeezes me before he lets me go. With a smirk, I head toward Oliver’s chair, but at the last possible moment jump onto the couch next to Rhett.
Oliver’s face turns serious. “You’re going to pay for that later.”
I just stick my tongue out at him before pressing a kiss to Rhett’s cheek. He’s tense, and he looks lost in thought. But when I kiss his lips, he moans, and I finally get all of his attention.
“God, I can’t wait to fuck you,” I say, the confidence and forwardness in my voice shocking me. But Rhett eats it up, sucking on my bottom lip.
“We’ll see.” Then he turns to continue watching the movie.
I moan, and Oliver snickers. He shoots me a glance that says, If you’d come over here instead, I’d be fingering you already.
Or at least I think that’s what that look means. Either that, or, I really want to fuck you right now.
After about fifteen minutes, my hand drifts to Rhett’s cock. He’s already hard, and after a few strokes, he’s rocking his hips into my hand. But then he reaches around me and unclasps my bra, yanking it off of me.
I squeal as he turns me around and lays me across his lap, so my breasts are on complete display for him. I hear Oliver moan, and then Elliot mutter a “Fuck.”
Rhett pinches my nipples hard enough that I cry out. “Christ, that sound,” he murmurs, and then he does it again.
My back arches as I yell out his name. He squeezes my breasts, smirking in satisfaction as I writhe under his hands. One of them slips between my legs, teasing me through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Do you want us, sweetheart?” he says, his voice thick with lust.
“Yes,” I say on an exhale, moaning when his thumb brushes over one of my nipples.
“All three of us?”
“Yes, please.”
“What does that make you, Wren?”
I gasp as his fingers slip into my panties. When he finds my clit, it’s like a thousand tiny fireworks going off in my body.
“Answer me, sweetheart.”
“Your dirty little whore,” I say, and I hear Oliver groan.
“That’s right.” He pinches one of my nipples again, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Who else are you a filthy whore for?” His finger circles my clit, and for a moment I forget how to think. “Who else, Wren?”
“No one,” I whisper, and I think I might actually mean it.
“Good answer. Now suck my cock like the good girl you are.”
I scramble onto my hands and knees on the cushion beside him. He slides his pants and underwear down his legs, and I moan at the sight of him. I got to taste him last night, but he was in control.
Tonight? I can take my sweet time.
I take his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue, and he groans. He steadies me as I fist him with one of my hands, slowly taking more of him in. And once he hits the back of my throat, I come up slowly, sucking hard.