Page 82 of Undying Resilience

Oliver, on the other hand, has had ten years to explore mine, and he’s too fucking good at blow jobs. With one hand gripping the base, he focuses on the head of my cock, sucking and using his tongue to tease me.

“Don’t make me come, dammit,” I growl.

I hear—and feel—him chuckle.

Fuck.

“Ell,” Wren moans. She’s still caught in Rhett’s embrace, stroking his dick clumsily from the awkward angle. Or maybe it’s because she’s having trouble focusing.

I squeeze her legs, sucking on her clit to bring all of her attention back to me. It only takes a few minutes before she’s lost the ability to form a complete sentence. Rhett keeps his hand on her throat and his eyes locked with hers as she gets closer and closer to falling apart.

When I feel myself approaching the edge, I pull away for a split second. “Oliver.”

He gives me one last, long suck that almost makes me lose it on the spot. Holy shit. But I’m already focusing on Wren again. I want to keep her on the brink of her orgasm for as long as I can, but I don’t. There will be other times for building the tension in her body to an unbearable point. But today is about worshiping her and reminding her she’s safe with us.

And making her come so many times she can’t stand, of course.

It only takes another minute or two before Wren’s legs are tightening around my head. I go the tiniest bit faster, pulling a guttural moan from her throat. Then she tenses and cries out.

“Oh no, oh god. Ell, I can’t... no, fuck.”

At first I wonder why she said no, and I’m about to stop, but then it hits me—literally. Keeping a firm grip on her thighs, I lap up every drop as Wren squirts almost directly into my mouth.

“Just let go, sweetheart,” Rhett says.

She moans my name into Rhett’s chest as I lick her gently. Only once she’s fully come down from her high do I stop. I press one more kiss to her clit, making her hips jerk, before I crawl out from underneath her. By the time I’m sitting up, she still has her face buried against Rhett’s chest.

“Love?”

She lets out a muffled sound.

“Sweetheart,” Rhett says, drawing back a couple inches. He removes his hand from her throat, cups her chin, and smiles down at her. “It’s okay.”

She shakes her head. “I’ve never done that with another person before. Definitely not on someone’s face. Ell, I—”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” I say firmly. “It’s a part of sex, love. And it was fucking hot.”

She grimaces, but Rhett kisses her gently, still holding her chin. Oliver comes up beside me, pressing his lips to my shoulder. I grab him and shove him onto his back.

“You and your devilish tongue.”

He grins up at me. “You love it.”

I groan. “More than you know.”

I kiss the life out of him, our tongues tangling in a dance for control. Fuck, I want him so bad. But not right now.

“You’re sleeping with me tonight,” I say lowly in his ear, “so I can fuck you in the morning.”

“Oh, I’ll never say no to that.” He kisses me once more before I get off of him. “Princess, I want to eat you out while Elliot fucks you.”

“H... how?” she says, scrunching up her face while she tries to think through the logistics.

Fucking adorable.

“Oh, there are a few ways,” Oliver replies with a wink.

I come up behind her and stroke her arms. As I nuzzle my face into her neck, she relaxes into me, giving Rhett another kiss before he gets out of Oliver’s way.

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