Page 34 of Perfect Convergence

He throws me a glance over his shoulder. “Someone’s a little too cocky, huh, Wren?”

My jaw drops, and Oliver snickers. Holy shit.

Rhett and Elliot continue to struggle for the upper hand, managing to get in hot, branding kisses while yanking each other’s clothes off.

“This is intense,” I whisper to Oliver.

“Oh, this is nothing, princess. I’ll have to make sure you watch sometime when Rhett brings out his knife.”

My eyes must bug out of my head, because he has to hold back a laugh.

When I look back to the bed, Rhett has Elliot on his back with his head hanging off the edge of the mattress. Rhett stands above him, holding his wrists in the air, while Elliot catches his breath. He’s grinning.

“You tried, pretty boy. You tried. Would you like a gold star? Maybe an extra pat on the back?”

“Fuck you,” Elliot pants out.

“Elliot likes this, right?” I whisper.

“Being forced to submit and being degraded? Depends on the person he’s with. That person being Rhett.”

“Open up that sassy mouth of yours. You’re going to take every drop of my cum down your throat tonight.”

Elliot grunts, but he obliges, opening wide. Rhett slides into his mouth with a groan before pulling out and then thrusting into him again.

“Oh my god,” I murmur.

Oliver squeezes my arm. “Hot, right?”

Nodding, I rub my thighs together. I’ve never watched like this before, but if the butterflies in my stomach are any indication, I like it.

Rhett fists Elliot’s dick, and they both moan. He falls into a rhythm, pulling out occasionally so Elliot can recover while he continues stroking Elliot’s cock. After a few minutes, Rhett pulls out again and crouches, murmuring something in Elliot’s ear. I don’t hear his reply.

Standing, Rhett looks to me. “Would you like to make him come, Wren?” He smiles when I nod. “Get on the bed.”

I obey, my eyes not leaving his hand, watching the way he’s working Elliot’s dick. He still has Elliot’s wrists restrained with his other hand.

“Do exactly as I say. Understood?”

I nod. He’s so... in control. And it’s very, very attractive.

“Sit in between his legs. Perfect. Elliot, spread your legs more. Wren, how wet are you?”

Blood rushes to my cheeks. “Very.”

“Get your index and middle finger wet. Absolutely soak them.”

My eyes widen. Is he—oh god.

“Have you changed your mind?”

I shake my head.

“Then don’t keep him waiting, sweetheart.”

With Rhett and Oliver watching me, I undo my pants and slide my hand into my underwear. After I’ve coated my fingers, I pull them out, holding them up and showing Rhett. They glisten in the light.

“Start with one finger. Gently.”

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