Chapter 9

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.

“Jesus, Wren.” Rhett grabs the hair at the base of my neck. “Do that again.”

I do, listening as he swears under his breath. It might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. As I’m repeating the action again, I feel hands dragging my panties down my legs. Oliver groans in front of me, so it must be Elliot.

I lick Rhett from his base to his tip, cupping his balls, as Elliot slides into me. “Oh god,” I whisper, my lips brushing against Rhett’s cock. I’ve never felt so full before, and it’s an entirely different sensation.

“Did I tell you that you could stop?” Rhett forces my head down, and that action alone almost makes me come.

I focus on his tip, sucking and licking, before he takes control. His thrusts are punishing, but in the best way. I don’t even mind when I gag, or when my tears fall onto his lap.

Elliot picks up his pace, and one of his hands snakes around my hips until his finger finds my clit. The added sensation is overwhelming, like my whole body is screaming for release.

“That’s it, love,” Elliot says. “You’re taking us so well.”

His words do me in, my moans muffled by Rhett fucking my mouth. The sound must push him over the edge, because I feel his cum coating my mouth.

When he’s finished, he says, “Let me see.” Rhett pulls my head up, grasping my jaw until I open my mouth. He looks his fill. “Swallow.”

I do, licking my lips and panting.

“Oh, fuck,” Elliot groans. His thrusts slow, and I relax into him while he comes. He stays inside me for a minute, and when I look back, he smirks, looking between me and the butt plug Rhett put inside me.

They’ve fucked any sense of embarrassment out of me, so I just hold his gaze.

When he pulls out of me, it’s with a moan. I straighten, looking for Oliver, but Rhett grabs me.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He kisses me before adjusting us so he’s laying down and I’m straddling his face. “Sit.”

My eyes widen. I’ve never done this before. “Like, actually sit, or—”

He yanks me down, and I let out a cry as he sucks on my too-sensitive clit. But his grasp on my hips is too strong, and I can’t pull away.

“Rhett—Rhett, I’m too sensitive—oh god.”

Whatever he’s doing with his tongue, it sends a shudder through my whole body. My hips rock against him involuntarily until he gives my ass a light slap.

“Oh fuck, Ell.” The words come from Oliver, somewhere behind me.

I turn, watching as his eyes slide shut. With one hand, Elliot has his wrists pinned to the wall above him. With the other, he strokes Oliver’s dick in torturously slow motions . They’re both still mostly clothed, but it doesn’t detract from how fucking hot it is.

Rhett slides his tongue into me, swirling it, before returning to my clit. Considering the moans coming from him, you’d think this is the first time he’s ever tasted me—even though he just did mere hours ago.

As my orgasm builds, it gets harder to sit still. But every time I get close, Rhett pulls away, holding my hips when I try to find any type of friction. After he does it for the fourth goddamned time, I find myself begging for him to let me come.

He just lets out a dark chuckle. But he dives back in, this time letting me find my release. When I scream, he lightens the pressure on my clit but doesn’t let up entirely. It draws out my orgasm in a way I’ve never felt before.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, Rhett that feels—” I let out a long moan. The only thing holding me up right now is his hands on my waist. He scooches me down to his hips so he can sit up, and then he pulls me into his body while I try to remember my own name.

After a minute, I turn to watch Oliver. He’s the only one I haven’t had in my mouth yet, and watching Elliot stroke him makes me want him even more.

Rhett squeezes my ass. “Go on. Trust me, he wants you.”

With a grateful kiss on his lips, I move to Oliver and Elliot, sinking to my knees. Oliver’s eyes open when I place my hands on his legs, and he smiles down at me.

“It’s about time you got over here so I can use you. Open up, princess.”

Elliot releases Oliver’s cock but keeps his wrists pinned above him. It doesn’t stop Oliver from thrusting into me with such force he pushes me back a bit. So Elliot grabs the back of my head, holding me still, while Oliver hits the back of my throat.

“Such a good little slut,” he says, panting. “I’m not gonna last long. You’re going to take me down your throat. Understood?”

I give him a half-moan, half-gag as he pushes deep inside of me and holds himself there. When he pulls out, I barely have time to gasp in a breath before he does it again.

He lets out a deep groan, shuddering, and I swallow as he shoots spurts of hot cum down my throat. He swears, pumping into me one last time before pulling out.

“Jesus, that was amazing.” He looks down at me proudly. “And you did so well. Did you like it?”

I wipe away the drool from my mouth, my gaze locked on his. “Yes.”

“I know you did, princess. Now, what do you say?”

A small smile forms on my lips. “Thank you for fucking my mouth, Oliver.”