Page 66 of Perfect Convergence

But she didn’t let us down. After Tuesday, I knew she wouldn’t.

“Elliot,” she cries. And then she’s coming again, her screams more sob-like than anything else.

My tongue leaves her clit, instead stimulating the skin right next to it. It does exactly what I want it to, drawing out her orgasm until her body is trembling like a leaf.

Seven.

When I pull away, her eyes are closed, and I’d think she was asleep if she wasn’t muttering, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” under her breath.

She looks peaceful and sated. But it’s disturbed when Rhett shoves Oliver onto the bed next to her. He’s on his stomach, grinning at Wren, eyeliner smudged.

“Hi, princess.”

“Hi,” she breathes.

Oliver reaches out to touch her face, and when his fingers feather over her lips, she presses a kiss to them.

“Mine,” Rhett snaps, snatching his hand away and pinning it to Oliver’s back.

With a snicker, Oliver whispers, “He can get a bit possessive during sex. You’ll probably want to remember that.”

She giggles.

I grab the lube and hand it to Rhett without him even having to ask. He pulls Oliver up so his ass is in the air and starts prepping him.

Standing, I squeeze Wren’s thigh. “How are your arms, love?”

“Good.” Then her eyes widen as she notices that I’m hard again.

“I can stop if you need me to. It’s not a problem at all.”

“No, I want to keep going. For... a bit longer.”

“You’re sure?”

“Mmhmm.”

Oliver groans into the mattress. Rhett is fucking him with his fingers while still pinning his wrists to his back.

“I’m going to take your ass again, love.”

I grab the lube from Rhett, squirting some on my fingers. Then, gently, I stretch Wren again, wanting to make sure she’s ready. Her tiny whimpers shoot straight to my dick. Still, I take my time, not wanting to rush this. Rhett does the same.

When I finally slide into Wren, I use my clean hand and slip two fingers into her vagina. She groans, clenching around me, and it’s so goddamned tight.

“Is this what you wanted all night? Huh?” Rhett taunts. He has his dick just barely inside Oliver.

“Longer than that, and you know it,” Oliver groans. “Don’t tease me.”

With a smirk, Rhett slides all the way in. “Fuck,” he groans.

“Yes. Exactly. Fuck me. Now.”

“So bossy,” Rhett complains, smacking Oliver’s ass. But he listens, pulling out before thrusting back in.

“Look at us, Wren. Getting the shit fucked out of us, together.” He winks at her, mischief sparking in his eyes. “I’d kiss you if I could reach you.”

Rhett smacks his ass again, and Oliver’s entire face lights up with laughter. “Focus on me or I’ll stop.”

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