Page 12 of Their Sweetest Obsession

“Baby, we’ve been dreaming of that too,” Wilder assured her. “We’ve been in agony waiting.”

I growled my displeasure when Wilder released me. Grabbing the waistband of my briefs, he jerked them down, exposing my angry red cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft again, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Look at how hard Reeve is. He’s already got come spilling from his cock, and he hasn’t gotten off yet.” He rubbed his thumb over my tip, using it as lube as he stroked down to my balls and back up again, releasing more pearly come from the tip.

“Have you two ever…?”

“No, princess,” I groaned, trying to fight the rapidly approaching release that was strangling my balls. “We waited for you.”

“You haven’t even kissed each other?” Her nervousness was fading, replaced by a mischievousness that had more come spurting from my cock.

I’d imagined kissing Wilder as often as I had Marina. More, because I’d known him longer, wanted him longer. One drunken night, years before we met the girl who owned us both, Wilder confessed how he felt about me. When he tried to laugh it off the next morning, I wouldn’t let him.

Because I wasn’t going to let either of us live a lie. What I felt for him went beyond friendship. I’d never thought about another man before or wondered about my sexual orientation. Up until then, I hadn’t been attracted to anyone, male or female. Wilder and Marina were the exceptions. I’d waited my entire life to be with both of them. I’d wait another hundred lifetimes if it meant the three of us would be together.

“Not even a kiss,” Wilder confirmed, his grip on my cock tightening. I dropped my head back onto my shoulders, unsure how much longer I could hold on. “We waited for you, baby.”

“I want to see that,” Marina murmured, her fingers lightly dancing up my quivering abs.

That was all Wilder needed to hear from her before he crashed his mouth against mine. Our kiss wasn’t gentle. It was a rough, almost violent clash of our lips and teeth and tongues. I barely heard Marina’s pleased purr over the pounding of blood in my ears.

With her in my lap, her fingertips fluttering over my skin while Wilder pumped me in his hand and shoved his tongue down my throat, it was impossible to hold on for another moment. My roar was muffled against Wilder’s mouth as rope after rope of come shot out of me.

“Baby, you’re killing me,” Wilder grated.

Opening my eyes, I saw Marina swirling her finger through some of my come that was on the back of his hand. Lifting it to her mouth, she sucked it off. Eyes closing, she moaned as my taste hit her tongue.

Wilder stood and pushed his boxer briefs down his legs. His cock stretched stiff and thick up to his navel, his breaths coming in short, hard pants while he used my come to lube himself while he stroked his dick from base to tip.

My cock hardened all over again watching him. But when I saw the hungry way Marina licked her lips as her eyes followed the movement of his hand, I nearly blew.

“Can I touch you?” she asked, her hand already lifting toward him.

“Please, baby.” Catching her hand, Wilder cupped her fingers around him, showing her the pressure he liked. “Fuck.” His gaze snapped to me. “She feels so good, man.”

After only a few pumps, he pulled her hand away, causing her to pout up at him. “Get her bottoms off, Reeve. I need to taste her before I come.”

After I flipped us on the bed, I spread her out and pushed back onto my knees. Stripping her pajama pants and panties off her, I tossed them aside. Wilder knelt on the mattress beside me, the both of us transfixed on the miracle spread out for us.

Her bare pussy gleamed with her arousal, little droplets beading and flowing down toward her asshole. Her clit was swollen, exposed to our greedy eyes as we held her legs apart. We were too wide to both fit, but fuck, I wanted her to ride our faces at the same time.

Marina glanced back and forth between us, her tits bouncing from her unsteady breaths. “I need you,” she moaned. “Both of you. Please.”

Bending forward, I licked up her dripping slit. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Marina moaned, her body slightly shaking as she ran her fingers through my hair. I licked her again before nipping at her clit. But I had to share. Moving aside was all it took for Wilder to know I was giving him his turn. He dropped between her legs, making wet, ravenous noises as he ate her out.

“Oh, oh!” Marina cried, stabbing her fingers through his hair. Her hips lifted off the bed, her pussy grinding against his lips and nose as he fucked her with his tongue. All thoughts of taking it easy with her, of having all the time in the world to taste her, seemed to have escaped him as he devoured her.

I took her hands off his head and pressed her back into the bed. Burying my face between her tits, I played with her nipples. Each twist of my fingers, every lash of Wilder’s tongue over her clit, caused her head to thrash against the pillows, her screams growing in volume until she was crying our names. Her entire body shook as she came.

“Reeve, I have to get inside her.” His eyes were wild when he lifted his head, his face glossy from her juices. Pulling him down on top of her, I licked her honey off his chin and kissed him again. He crushed us into the mattress, his giant cock throbbing against my leg.

When he broke the kiss, we were both struggling to breathe. “Take her. You get her virgin pussy the first time. I get your ass.”

His pupils dilated until there was no blue left in his irises. “Marina, baby, suck Reeve’s cock. I need you to get him good and wet.”

CHAPTER SIX

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