Page 16 of Perfect Convergence

With a low laugh that vibrates through me, he adds more pressure, circling my clit. I moan, so he continues just like that, letting out a sound of lustful appreciation. And with every noise I make, his enthusiasm grows.

Any time a man has eaten me out, I’ve always doubted whether they enjoyed it. I know Adam never did, since he always avoided doing it. But with Elliot—hell, with all three of these men—there’s no doubt in my mind. It almost feels like they enjoy it as much as I do.

It’s... freeing.

I rest my head on his thigh, and he grunts, his grip on my hips tightening. He’s hard, his dick pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

That can’t be comfortable.

Balancing myself with one hand, I use the other to undo the button of his pants. When I slide the zipper down, he stops.

“This is about you, Wren. Not me.”

“Maybe I want this. As long as you want it, too.”

With a squeeze to one of my thighs, he says, “There’s no way I wouldn’t.”

It’s difficult to push his clothes down enough to get his cock out, especially when he sucks my clit into his mouth, but I manage after a minute. Then I press a kiss to his hip bone before swirling my tongue around his tip. As I take him into my mouth, he groans, and it sends a rush of enthusiasm through me.

I move up and down gently, sucking lightly. My thoughts are hazy and slow, my focus split between the sparks of pleasure coursing through me and the way Elliot feels in my mouth.

After a few minutes, he thrusts into me, hitting the back of my throat. He swears, doing it again, his hands on my legs tightening.

“No,” I say, grabbing onto his hips. “I want to take my time. Please?”

He gives me a long, slow lick. “You don’t have to beg, love. I’m pretty sure I’d let you do anything you wanted to me.” Then he goes back to sucking my clit, sending a shudder through me.

It doesn’t take long before I’m close to coming again. With the way he’s sucking and moving his tongue, there’s no way I can last.

“Elliot,” I gasp, popping his cock out of my mouth. I stroke him with my hand. “Oooh god,” I say when he picks up his pace with his tongue.

My eyes slide closed, and it’s all I can do to keep my hand moving as my orgasm hits. As I cry out, I bury my face in his thigh to muffle to sound. He lets up, pressing gentle kisses to my skin.

I go back to sucking his dick, taking as much of him in as I can without gagging. He doesn’t try to take control, just lets out a series of groans. Then I feel him touching me, his fingers lightly brushing over my entrance.

“Shit, love. You’re getting even wetter. Does this turn you on?”

“Mmhmm,” I moan into his dick, cupping his balls. I’m enjoying this too much to stop.

“Fuck.”

It’s the only warning I get, but the way he says it—strained and breathless—is enough of an indicator. I swallow his cum, making sure not to miss a drop, until his body goes limp under me.

Crawling off of him, I give him a grin and lick my lips.

“Don’t do that again,” he says, panting.

“Do what?”

“Muffle your cries when you come. I love the way you sound. And I want to hear you scream my name.”

My cheeks heat. “But—but my neighbors will hear.”

“Good.” He sits up, pulling me closer and kissing me. “Then everyone will know who’s giving you pleasure.”

My mouth drops open, and he runs his thumb over my bottom lip. His eyes are still clouded over with want, and they drop to my body, taking in my breasts, my stomach, my legs.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “One more.”

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