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“There’s one more thing I want from you.”
The way he says it sends a shiver up my spine. I look between Rhett and Oliver, but neither of their expressions give anything away. In fact, they look just as intrigued as I am.
Once Elliot has finished removing the ropes, he takes a minute to massage my shoulders and arms. His lips feather along my hairline as I relax into him.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
Elliot is behind me, so I can’t see his smirk, but I hear it as he says, “You’ll see.”
The mattress shifts as Rhett crawls onto the mattress with a couple wet washcloths. Oliver is resting on the bed with his hands above his head. Rhett smirks at the spare rope coming off Oliver’s cuffs before taking it into his hand.
“I think we should tie you up like this more often,” he tells Oliver as he gently wipes at his chest. “I like being able to pull you around to wherever I want you.”
When Elliot reaches around me, his fingers skirt down my body before he reaches in between my legs. I gasp. I was sure I was too tired to come again, but it’s like my body reawakens under his touch. When his finger brushes against my clit, electricity shoots through me, and I tip my head back with a groan.
“I knew you could take more.” Elliot’s voice is low in my ear before he kisses my neck.
I grind against his hand in response. I’m not sure what he’s doing—or, I suppose, why he’s doing this now.Elliot already fingered me, and he already came, so I don’t know what exactly he wants.
“Just relax,” he whispers.
Right before I slow my movements, I realize Oliver is watching us with a sated smile. Rhett is in the bathroom washing the cloths, but when he comes back, his gaze is glued to us as well.
Pressure builds low in my stomach, and my muscles pull tight as Elliot circles my clit. His free arm loops around me, keeping me in place as he builds the tension higher and higher.
“Look at her,” Oliver murmurs as Rhett steps closer to the bed. “She’s shaking.”
“Such a needy slut, aren’t you?” Elliot asks.
Apparently that’s all it takes. I let out a surprised cry as my orgasm slams into me, drowning me in a wave of pleasure.
Elliot slips his fingers inside of me and curls them against my walls, almost forcing my body to surrender to him. I cover my face with my hands as I gush around his fingers.
“Elliot,” I cry. I don’t think I could hold back even if I wanted to.
“Oh, that’s it,” he praises as he adds more pressure. “Squirt all over my fingers. Such a good girl, Wren.”
Something like a sob leaves my throat as I give in.Fuck—it feels so good, but I don’t understand how he’s not grossed out.
Rhett grabs my hands and yanks them away from me. “Open your eyes.Now,sweetheart.”
With a gasp, I do. “Rhett—”
“Look at me.”
Grudgingly, I force myself to meet Rhett’s gaze. It’s only for a second before I can’t take it anymore and look away sheepishly.
“Does he look disgusted?” Rhett asks.
I can’t really see Elliot’s face, but when I turn to get a look, he smiles at me. “N-no.”
“Do I? Does O?”
“No,” I mumble.
Rhett lowers his head. “Then you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Yeah?”
Before I can respond, Rhett’s lips meet mine in a slow and gentle kiss. It’s reassuring—loving, even—although I don’t think he’s ready to label it as such. It’s how I feel, though, so I moan and grab his face so he can’t pull away.
