Page 191 of Caught in the Crossfire
“Holy shit,” Leona whispered from a few feet away.
His tongue teased my mouth open. I kissed him back with everything I had, surprised and confused, but also not willing to interrupt.
He broke the kiss, and my eyes lidded enough to see him reach for Leona and bring her to his lips next. My cock jumped. This wasreal. This washappening.
“Cariño,” I whispered, leaning forward to suck on his neck while he kissed Leona. One of his hands clutched me close, while his other pulled Leona in.
“What’s going on?” Leona murmured against his lips.
“I decided when we were talking about the plan. I want you both,” he said confidently. “I’m tired of running.”
Leona’s cheeks flushed, and a matching blush burned on my face. I didn’t hesitate to lift the edge of his shirt and pull it over his head. This time I backed him up to the bed, grinning when he fell on top of it. I pulled off my shirt and straddled him.
“Leona,ángel,come here,” I whispered, reaching for her. Her lips were pliant and warm. My hips gyrated on top of Wynn, drawing a groan from him while his hands explored the skin of my torso. Together, we peeled off layer after layer of Leona’s clothes until she was naked.
I broke my kisses with her to look back at a shirtless Wynn on the bed. His scar from the gunshot was still red on his pale skin. I pressed my palm against it gently while I leaned over his body and licked a line up the hard muscles of his chest, tasting a faint sheen of sweat.
I looked at Leona to see if she wanted to be in my place, but she smiled tenderly and raised her eyebrows, giving me the go ahead.
Fuck yes.
“Let me taste you,” I murmured. I’d been dreaming of it for weeks. He nodded, tilting his head back when my hands made quick work of his buckle and pants. I yanked them down, followed by his boxers, and his cock sprang free. Pre-cum beaded on his head, and my mouth watered in response.
When I ducked down to taste it, a groan left each of our throats.
“Leona,” he gasped. One of his hands grabbed my hair just as I began to suck, and the other pulled Leona closer. “Sit on my face, darling. Face Ciel.”
She straddled him, and I watched his tongue drag across her entrance. The hand that wasn’t in my hair clamped on her thigh. He groaned against her when my tongue circled his head. As much as I wanted to devour them both in a flurry, I let my mouthbe lazy and slow. Every move, every sound, every response pulled deep from Wynn’s throat, became catalogued in the back of my head for future study and experimentation. Patterns. Data. I was looking forward to a lifetime of pleasing them both.
Bobbing on Wynn’s cock while Leona rode his face was the greatest view of my entire life. His tongue worked her while I worked him. The flush on her skin extended all the way down her bare chest. I could die a happy man.
Leona locked eyes with me and watched while I hollowed my cheeks to draw Wynn’s length in and out of my mouth at a torturously slow pace. She whimpered, closing her eyes, before looking down at Wynn and then back to me again.
“Do that again,” she gasped.
I did the same thing, smiling when they both groaned in pleasure. Making them feel this way made my heart want to explode with happiness.
How did I find not one, but two people who saw me so completely? And accepted all of me?
Goddamn lucky.
I wanted Wynn’s cum to spill in my mouth so I could drink every drop, but I popped off, instead dragging my hand up and down his cock. “Make her come for us, Wynn.”
I’d taste him on my tongue later, but for now, I crawled up the bed and met Leona’s arms, kissing her while Wynn started rubbing her clit at the same time he ate her out.
“Ride his face, baby girl,” I murmured against her lips. “Give him your full weight. He can take it. He wants you to give him everything. You will because you’re such a good girl, and you listen to your men.”
She moaned into my mouth and did as I asked. Her nails dug into my arms, her hips jerking on Wynn’s mouth while her orgasm built. Her eyelids fluttered as the waves crested.
“Eyes on me,” I murmured. I needed to watch, needed to see the bliss envelope her face, as she tipped over the edge. Whenshe’d come down, a soft smile bloomed on her lips, and I thought I might actually keel over and die.
Wynn sat up and drew closer. “Taste her cum, love.”
I met his kiss, groaning when his tongue brushed mine. Together, they tasted like everything I’d ever dreamed of.
When he pulled back, he grabbed my injured hand and brought my palm to his lips to kiss the scar from Lucia’s stab wound. His face was radiant, his expression reverent, and my lips pressed together to hold in the emotion bubbling through my chest.
I’d been trying to tell him for weeks that I didn’t care about my hand. All I cared about was him. In that look, he told me he finally understood the depth of my feelings for him.
