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Oliver raises his head, releasing Rhett’s dick with apop.“Whatever Ell wants, I’ll do.”
“Then get over here,” I say as I help Wren up. While she’s still facing the guys, I squeeze her ass. “And both of you get on your knees.”
As they move to get into position, I slip my clothes off and settle back in the chair. I relax, surveying them both. They’re kneeling next to each other and watching me expectantly. Rhett stands to one side, his arms crossed as he stares down at them. His dick is rock hard, and just the sight of it makes my mouth water.
“I knew you could be good,” I tell Oliver. “Go ahead.”
They seem to be able to communicate with a single glance, because both Wren and Oliver lean in and slowly lick my cock from base to tip. When they reach the top, Oliver strokes his tongue across Wren’s before moving back down my dick. She doesn’t follow, sucking on the head instead. Their faces bump as Oliver makes his way up again, but they figure out how to work together quickly.
“Fuck,” I groan. The sensations are enough to make me lose my breath, and that’s not even accounting for what it’s like to have them both focused on me like this. If I have my way, this is going to become a regular thing.
Wren and Oliver continue working on me in tandem. I beckon for Rhett to come closer to me, grabbing on to him and yanking him down once he does. His mouth is hot against mine as I kiss him fervently.
“Enjoying yourself, pretty boy?” He bites my bottom lip.
I groan. “Fuck, Wren, keep sucking just like that.”
“Careful,” Rhett chides as he pushes my chin up. “You don’t want to finish this early on, do you?”
All I manage is a breathless moan when Rhett lowers his head. As he sucks on my neck, probably adding another hickey next to Oliver’s, I wish I could let go. But I’ve learned over the years that I like waiting. I like the buildup of lust and tension that comes from focusing on others instead of myself. It’s hard to remember that in the moment, but it’s always worth it.
“I won’t,” I say, my voice thick. Even I don’t believe myself entirely.
Oliver leans back as Wren takes as much of my dick as she can. It hits the back of her throat, and I can feel her trying not to choke. She comes back up for air, but it only lasts for a second before she’s sucking on my cock again.
“Fuck,” Oliver whispers as he watches with a greedy expression.
Slowly, Wren moves up and down my cock, taking more every time. While she does it, she strokes my dick with her tongue, and it rips a groan from my throat.
“Such a good girl,” Rhett says as he crouches next to her. “Keep sucking his cock like that, and maybe he’ll go easy on you.”
“Not a chance,” I say half-heartedly.
That doesn’t deter Wren, though. She keeps going, moaning as she does.Fuck,it feels good. Even when she comes up to give her jaw a break, she keeps licking the underside of my cock.
“Just can’t get enough, can you?” I stroke the top of her head.
Again, she tries to take more of my dick, but she ends up gagging enough that she has to sit back and catch her breath. Oliver takes the opportunity to drag his tongue up my cock. He swirls it around the tip while making eye contact with me, and then he sucks gently while stroking with one of his hands.
Wren doesn’t take her eyes off Oliver and me for a split second. She watches, entranced, as I thrust upward into Oliver’s mouth. I’m at a point where I just can’t stay still anymore.
“No hands,” I tell Oliver as I grab a fistful of his hair.
Immediately, Oliver drops them and continues sucking. It feels good enough that I know I need to stop soon, but I can’t yet. Not when he’s got that greedy look in his eyes that I can never quite resist.
Oliver dips his head down as I thrust into his mouth again, and we both moan. Rhett is watching Wren, who’s still watching us, and it only makes everything feel ten times better.
“You’re dripping onto the floor, sweetheart.”
With a gasp, Wren tries to squeeze her thighs together, but Rhett yanks them apart.
“Let it happen. Show us how much of a filthy, needy slut you are for Elliot’s cock.”
Fuck, I can’t last like this.
I thrust into Oliver’s mouth one more time before releasing him. Of course, he tries for more, but he stops when I shake my head.
“Take him back to the couch,” I instruct Rhett. “And Wren, back up on my lap.”
