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“Lean back,” I tell Wren, my voice soothing. I flatten a palm against her chest and push her backward.
The rope rubs against my skin, and with Wren’s arms tied behind her, she has to arch her back a little. There’s nothing she can do but helplessly grind her ass against my erection, which doesn’t help with my wavering patience.
Trying to hold myself over, I squeeze her breasts. Her moans join my own as I trace my thumbs around her nipples but don’t quite touch them.
“Fuck,” Oliver mutters. “She’s dripping.”
Reaching in between Wren’s legs, I gently swipe up some of her arousal onto my fingers. I barely touch her, but she still jumps and whimpers.Good.I want her so sensitive that even the lightest touch is overwhelming.
When I spread her arousal over her lips, she gasps. The action makes both Oliver and Rhett groan, and pride unfurls in my chest at their lustful stares. This isexactlywhat I was hoping for.
“Oliver,” I say. “Come here.”
He jumps up immediately. Once he’s standing in front of us, he glances toward me questioningly, waiting for instruction. It makes me smile. I love when he waits without being told to.
“Would you like to kiss her?” I ask.
“Yes,” Oliver groans. “Oh, yes please.”
“Go ahead.”
Before he does, Oliver steps to the side. Wren has to turn to look at him, and it gives me a better view as he leans in and brushes his lips against hers. She waits patiently, watching him with hooded eyes, until he murmurs, “So beautiful,” and kisses her.
They start off slow, savoring the attention and passion coming from the other. Then, with a groan, Oliver grabs Wren’s face. He angles it upward, and when she parts her lips, his tongue slides inside. All she can do is arch into him and make little noises of pleasure.
While I watch them, I let my fingers explore Wren’s body. I don’t touch anywhere that’s too sensitive. The goal is to drive her out of her mind with need, which I plan on drawing out much more the next chance I get to be alone with her. I’d do it today, but I know Oliver can’t last that long.
“That’s enough,” I say after letting them go for longer than I should. “O, back to Rhett.”
Reluctantly, Oliver releases Wren, who’s already turned into a panting mess. She licks her lips as she watches him sit on the couch and drape his legs over Rhett’s.
As I go back to squeezing Wren’s breasts, Rhett’s hands skate up Oliver’s legs, massaging as he goes. When he reaches the tops of his thighs, he lightly traces his fingers over Oliver’s hips.
“FUCK. You know I’m ticklish there, you asshole!” Oliver tries to shove Rhett away but quickly finds himself pinned down on the couch with his hands above his head. “Goddammit.”
I laugh before leaning down and kissing Wren’s shoulder. She moans and rolls her ass into my erection. I’ve kept my hands on her breasts, but I haven’t even come close to touching her nipples.
“Does this count as you paying me back tenfold?” she asks.
I chuckle darkly. “Oh, not even close, love. Not even close.”
Wren groans in protest, but I can hear her smile. She likes this—being teased and edged and used for our pleasure. I wouldn’t do it if she didn’t.
“Watch them,” I command lowly in Wren’s ear, knowing it’ll only turn her on more.
She turns her attention back to the guys. Rhett has Oliver completely pinned down, and he’s using his free hand to trace a delicate pattern all over Oliver’s torso. His fingers get dangerously close to Oliver’s cock, but never close enough. It makes Oliver squirm and groan and beg.
“Just one touch,” he gasps. “Fuck, please, Ell. Please let him.”
“Not yet,” I say as I brush my hands over Wren’s stomach. “You have to earn your pleasure tonight.”
Oliver mutters something under his breath bitterly before glaring at the ceiling.
“What was that?” I ask.
“N-nothing.”
Rhett straightens. “Uh uh. Tell him what you said.”
