Page 123 of Finding Their Place

I popped off, teasing his slit with the tip of my tongue, probing and searching for a hint of pre-cum. Licks and nibbles—but never taking him into my mouth. His gaze went hot, and I didn’t relent in my intention to drive him to the brink.

“Christ.” Wyatt shifted his arm from beneath Haley, and he grabbed hold of my head.

Yes.

“Open up.”

Like Haley, his bossiness made my dick want to harden again.

I stuck out my tongue and relaxed my throat, knowing exactly what he wanted.

He yanked me down, and I closed my lips around him once more, allowing him to fuck into my throat.

Wyatt didn’t hold back, and I never would have guessed he’d emptied a load in Haley’s pussy minutes earlier if I hadn’t seen it happen. Pre-cum coated my tongue, a salty tang I couldn’t get enough of. I wanted to shove the tip of my tongue into his slit again, but he didn’t offer me a chance.

My throat went raw, my jaw ached from his thrusts, but still I held his stare, gladly submitting to whatever the fuck he needed to release inside my body.

Haley found my hand grasping at Wyatt’s thighs, and she laced her fingers through mine. I hung onto her and pleased our man. We had gotten Wyatt back into her bed—our bed—and I wanted him to know the same sense of belonging I’d felt the second he and I had both pressed in tight against Haley.

Giving myself to Wyatt was no mistake, same as loving Haley had never been. In my heart, I recognized we were meant to be together.

“Shit…” He cursed again, his voice nothing but husky rasp on the verge of release. “I’m gonna come.”

“Mmm,” I hummed my approval and swallowed around the length shoved so fucking deep I couldn’t breathe.

“Take it all, Garrett—”

Wet heat erupted down my esophagus, and my ears drowned in Wyatt’s groans.

Haley squeezed my fingers and sighed. Life couldn’t be any more perfect.

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Wyatt

I collapsed onto the mattress beneath my back that was wet from sweat and cum. Blessed oxygen flooded my lungs, and I gasped for more, my mind buzzing, my limbs tingling.

One last twitch shuddered through me, and I moaned, going lax.

“I want to taste him on your tongue,” Haley murmured, climbing over me to reach Garrett’s mouth.

He popped off my softening dick, swiping a drop of cum he’d missed from the corner of his mouth with his thumb while propping himself up with his other hand. “Here.” He held his thumb out, and Haley wrapped her lips around his finger, sucking.

“Holy shit.” I choked on an inhale, gaze plastered on the two of them as she went to move away.

He twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her back in, taking her lips in a slow, sensual kiss that had to curl her toes. I knew how Garrett used his mouth, and goddamn, I wanted to be his Blow Pop over and over again.

Every fucking morning.

Every goddamn night.

My dick attempted to twitch back to life at Haley’s soft sighs.

I twisted my upper body so I could see them better, staring as he suckled on her lower lip, nipping, and licking.

“Love you, Hal,” he whispered, and a pang radiated through my chest.

“Love you too.” Her declaration, her wide smile as they pulled back and stared at each other knocking the air from my lungs.

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