Page 60 of Perfect Convergence

Her head falls into Oliver’s lap, and he strokes his hand down her cheek. I give her another minute before I start working her again, circling her clit and curling my fingers into her.

She tries to quiet her moans to hide her impending orgasm, but I feel her clench around me, and when she grabs onto Oliver’s shirt, I stop again.

“Oh my god,” she pants. “I’m going to die.”

“So dramatic,” I say, my tone amused and demeaning.

Just like before, I give her a minute before starting up again. She glares at me, but soon she’s whimpering and moaning, trying desperately not to squirm.

“Don’t try to hide your orgasm again, or you’ll be in a shit ton of trouble,” Oliver tells her. “Trust me—I know from experience.”

She takes his advice, and when the noises she’s making get more frequent, I ease out of her and still my finger on her clit.

She doesn’t try to protest this time, just melts into us.

Then the lighting changes. We all look up, and I realize Elliot is pulling into the garage.

We’re home.

“My room,” Elliot says, slamming the car into park. “Fucking now.”

I help Wren put her dress back on, and then she’s sliding out of the SUV. Her feet barely hit the floor before Elliot grabs her and throws her over his shoulder.

She yelps, but then she laughs, grabbing onto the back of his shirt.

Before we make it out of the garage, I grab Oliver’s hand, and we follow Elliot and Wren upstairs, just like that.

In Elliot’s room, he throws Wren onto the bed. I expect him to start fucking her immediately, but instead he kneels by her legs, undoing her heels and gently sliding them off her feet. Her eyes are still wild from deprivation, but her demeanor softens at the gesture.

“Elliot,” she whispers.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy your moans sounded in the car?” He kisses her inner thighs. “My mouth was practically watering just from listening to you, Wren.”

She runs her fingers through her hair. “You wouldn’t let me come.”

“It was already distracting enough, love.” His fingers run up her thigh, hooking around her thong. “Up.”

She leans back on her arms, lifting her ass so he can slide the tiny panties down her legs.

Bringing the thong to his nose, he inhales deeply, groaning. “I could smell you the entire drive home. Do you want to know what that did to me?”

She nods silently.

“It drove me mad, Wren. Absolutely mad.” He stands, reaching behind her and unzipping her dress. Then he pulls it over her head, leaving her naked and exposed. “I want to take my time with you, love. But I’m going to fuck you first. That drive was too goddamned long.”

I pull Oliver into me, and he looks up at me expectantly. “Do you want to watch, or do you want me to get started on you while you watch?”

“Just watch,” he murmurs. Then he turns to face the bed, pulling my arms so they wrap around his waist from behind. He leans into me with a sigh.

Elliot flips Wren onto her stomach, pulling her so her ass is up in the air but her head is pressed into the mattress. She’s right on the edge of the bed, and we have a perfect view of just how wet she is.

Elliot has his pants undone in record time. He steps up to her, stroking her ass. “You ready, love?”

“If you wait one more second, I will literally, actually die, Elliot.”

He laughs, sliding into her, and she moans. Not even bothering to go slowly this time around, he grabs her hips, slamming into her repeatedly. She meets each of his thrusts with one of her own, and she’s so sensitive that she comes in under a minute, screaming into the mattress.

“Fuck,” Oliver says under his breath.

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