Page 37 of Only Fools Rush
My cheeks flared with heat, and my dick went hard under her. Wynn texted us in the group chat that she had said that to him. Fuck, I honestly didn’t believe it. I thought he was just being an ass.
His gaze heated as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I gulped.
She stretched one hand toward him, and with the other, she grabbed my palm, and replaced it on her hip. “I want you. Both.”
My heartbeat skyrocketed to the fucking moon. For a moment, we all froze in silence. Did Wynn want this, too? Would he be okay with us? With me?
Leona shifted, thighs brushing against my hard-on, and I couldn’t wait anymore. Wynn could choose whatever he wanted, but there was no way in hell I was going to pass this up.
I clamped my mouth on her neck. The sound of her moan must have snapped something inside him. He pounded across the room, threaded his hands through her hair, and crashed his lips against hers.
Her hips ground down against me as my hands slipped under her shirt, caressing the bare skin of her stomach. She moaned into Wynn’s mouth. My thumbs dusted over her chest, her back, everywhere I could touch.
“Shit,” Wynn groaned when he broke their kiss. The two of them were the most beautiful things I’d seen in my twenty-four years of existence—and I realized this was heaven.
It was everything I was too afraid to speak of when I caught them with her hands down his pants in the gym. I couldn’t stop thinking about it afterward, couldn’t stop dreaming of the two of them entwined, and wishing it was me. It wasn’t just her and how fucking beautiful she was. It was both of them.
I wanted to see her with him. I wanted to watch them. I wanted to be with them, together, all of us.
But I was afraid that I’d ruin it, ruin everything like I always did.
I’d told her earlier,fuck what people think, and now, here was my chance to take my own advice. I could stop being so afraid, I could let myself feel, if she would do it with me. If they both would.
“Ciel,” Wynn whispered, never taking his eyes off her. “Let’s make our girl feel good.”
I nodded. Decision made. “Hell, yes.”
“Lay down, darling,” Wynn commanded. He gently plucked her off my lap and set her on the couch. Her legs faced me, with her head cradled in his lap. Her entire face flushed pink as Wynn stripped her bare from the waist up, and then he locked eyes with me. “Take off her pants.”
My brain would have short-circuited and second-guessed every moment of this had he not given direction, and for that, I was forever grateful. I hooked my thumbs into the belt loops of her jeans and pulled them off. Next, with fingers trembling, I pulled off her thong. My nose flared, my breaths uneven, as she was finally, beautifully, achingly naked.
“Wynn,” she groaned as his hands wandered across her skin.
“Stay still for us, okay, darling?” He undid his belt and wrapped it around her wrists. Her eyes went massive beforelocking with mine, both of us blown away by what was happening. He pulled her bound arms up, looping them around his neck so she lay completely immobile between us.
I watched, entranced, as he reached down, and spread her legs wide.
“Ciel,” he said, eyes ablaze. “Taste her.”
Dios mio. My mouth went dry. I ran my hands down her sides, watching her skin prick with goosebumps. She whimpered when I let my finger travel from her naval down to her glistening entrance.
“You okay with this, baby girl?”
“Oh, God, yes.” She bucked her hips when I brushed one finger through her wetness.
“You’re so fucking drenched,” I breathed.
She was a miracle laid bare before us both. How did I get so lucky?
I licked my lips. With one finger, I gently pushed inside while my thumb pressed on her clit. She strained against Wynn’s neck. He nudged her neck to the side and kissed down the column of her throat.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” she hissed when my finger moved inside her.
My entire body was taut with desire. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I wanted to taste her, to make her come undone on my tongue, just like Wynn commanded.
With the pads of my thumbs, I spread her open and descended on her.
“Oh, Ciel, yes,” she breathed as I licked all the way up her pussy. Her legs trembled. I groaned against her, allowing myself to enjoy this. Not just eating her out on the couch with Wynn’s fingers pinching and twisting her nipples so hard she ground against my face, but thisidea—that it was actually possible to be happy and loved and accepted exactly where I was.
