Page 53 of Perfect Convergence

“Just like that.” I run my tongue across her bottom lip before kissing her. When she opens her mouth, I slide my tongue inside, meeting hers. She tastes like the sugary, fruity drink she had, and I can’t get enough.

“Oliver,” she says, breaking away after a minute. “Use your thumb on my clit.”

Grinning, I do. I knew she wanted it, but I wanted her to tell me to do it. I love hearing her beg, but having her command me to do something? Ten times better.

“Fuck,” she whispers. Her eyes slide closed, and I half expect her hand to slow down again, but it doesn’t.

“Look at you,” I say lowly in her ear. “Don’t even have enough patience to wait until we get home. You’re going to let me fuck you right here, aren’t you?”

Her breath hitches, and she nods.

“You know what that makes you?” I nip at her bottom lip, still curling my fingers into her and rubbing her clit with my thumb. “A filthy slut. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes. I am—ohhh god.”

I smile to myself. Rhett can’t stand being degraded, but Elliot likes it. And watching Wren melt at my words is just as fun as watching him do the same.

She stretches upward, capturing my lips in a desperate, clumsy kiss. When I pick up the pace of my fingers, she moans, doing the same with her hand on my dick.

The tension, the anticipation, the fear of getting caught—it all drives me into a lustful haze. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. Of having my tongue inside of her.

Pinching her nipple one last time, I say, “Do you want me to use my mouth on you?”

“God yes. Please. Please.”

“Order me to do it, princess.”

There’s an infinitesimal moment of hesitance, but then she smiles. “Get on your knees, Oliver. Now.”

I do, resting both hands on her thighs and looking up at her. Waiting.

It takes her a second to catch on. Then, with a nervous giggle, she shifts her weight to one leg. “Put my leg over your shoulder.”

When I do, I kiss her inner thigh, and I realize she’s quivering with excitement. Me too, princess.

“I want your fingers still inside of me. And then use your tongue and your mouth on my clit.”

I groan. “With pleasure.”

Then I dive in. With two fingers moving in and out of her, I tease her clit with my tongue, relishing in the way she tastes. I can’t help the grunt of appreciation that leaves my throat.

“Harder, Oliver. You’ve teased me enough.”

I chuckle, nuzzling my face against her, before obeying. When I press small circles to her clit with my tongue, her knee almost gives out. I grab her hip with my free hand to steady her, pulling away for a second.

“Use the wall for balance.”

She leans into it, panting, and I go back to using my tongue on her. My fingers move in and out of her, hitting one of her sensitive spots. Her tiny moans and whimpers have my cock so hard, it’s straining painfully against my pants.

I’d say I regret getting on my knees instead of going straight to fucking her, but I don’t. I’ll always enjoy eating her out.

And, my god, I’m going to do whatever is necessary to make sure there is a forever.

“Oliver,” she gasps. “Oliver, I’m going to come. It feels too good.”

And then she’s biting her hand so she doesn’t scream, her eyes rolling back into her head, as her orgasm washes over her. It’s a beautiful sight. Mesmerizing, even.

As she comes down, I slowly pull my fingers from her. Then I slide her leg off my shoulder, because she’s so dazed it looks like she might fall over.

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