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Rhett stays standing and pushes Oliver onto his knees. Immediately, Oliver uses both hands to stroke Rhett’s dick.
“Slowly,” I tell him. “Remember, he doesn’t get to come yet, either.”
“Oh, I won’t forget,” Oliver says.
I go back to teasing Wren, reveling in the softness of her skin and the way she shudders against me.
“More,” she moans. “This is torture.”
“More of what?” I whisper in her ear. Finally, I brush the pads of my thumbs over her hard nipples. “This?”
She throws her head back until it hits my shoulder.“Ooohhhh,yes.”
Rhett and I share a smirk as I drop one of my hands in between Wren’s legs. I’ll give her what she wants—for now.
When I lightly trace my fingers around the outside of Wren’s vulva, her whimper fills the room. Oliver’s eyes latch onto the movement of my hand, and his own slow to a halt.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Rhett asks gruffly. He grabs a handful of Oliver’s hair and forces him to look up.
“She’s just so pretty,” Oliver whines. “And so wet. Please, just give me one minute with her. Or even one lick. That kiss wasn’t enough—I need more.”
“Not yet,” I say. “For now, focus on Rhett.”
He pouts. “Can’t I do both?”
“Not yet,”I repeat. “Now either get those hands moving again or shut up and suck Rhett’s dick.”
Just as I figured he would, Oliver chooses the latter. Rhett’s eyes fall closed as Oliver takes his cock into his mouth. The grip Rhett has on Oliver’s hair doesn’t loosen. In fact, I think he tightens it.
My finger finally slides over Wren’s clit, and she gasps. Tension winds through her body as I stroke in tiny, light circles.
“You like what you see?” I murmur. “You like how badly Oliver wants you both? If I didn’t choose for him, he wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Mmhmm,” she replies, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
We watch Oliver and Rhett as I continue to finger her lightly. It’s not enough to get her anywhere for a long time, but it gives her some measure of relief for the moment.
Rhett lets Oliver suck his cock for a few minutes, but then he steps back and smirks at Oliver’s protests. Crouching in front of him, Rhett takes his jaw in between two fingers and kisses him. Oliver groans and tries to grab at one of Rhett’s arms to keep him in place.
The sight sends a wave of heat through me. Wren’s breath hitches, and I realize my finger started moving faster on its own.
“Ell,” Wren chokes out.
Shit.She’s more worked up than I thought she was.
After one more stroke of my finger, I pull my hand away. The mounting tension in Wren’s body dissolves.
“No,” she whimpers. “I was so close.”
I brush my finger over her clit again, keeping my touch feather-light. “Not yet.”
“Elliot, please. I need you inside of me.”
“I’m not fucking you,” I tell her, my voice warm with a hint of laughter.
The noise of frustration that leaves her throat has my smile deepening. “My mouth, then.Please.”
“You want me to stop?” I taunt softly. “I thought you wanted to come.”
