Page 53 of Wild Flower

“You now,” I say, reaching between us to stroke where he’s hard and hasn’t released.

“I’m fine,” he protests, but I drop to my knees, taking his swollen tip in my mouth and swallowing. “Oh fuck!”

Finn jackknifes above me as I relax my throat and take as much of him as I can. His hand tangles in the mess of my hair, not gripping in demand, but caressing the back of my head.

“Becca, you must be exhausted,” he protests, and I suck him harder and deeper, reaching around to cup his ass. He submits to me then, the muscles in his legs twitching as I work his length. I know he’s already close from the way he looked at me when I was gasping at the end of Archer’s cock. Archer may have been inside me, but it was Finn who paid witness and held me while I left my body and unraveled.

I look at this gorgeous man—virile, patient, somehow okay with just watching, but I know from the lust in his eyes that he wants me as badly as Archer.

“On the floor,” I say, tapping the wood next to me. “Sit.”

Finn gazes down and I pop his cock back in my mouth, taking him all the way to the back of my throat before releasing his girth and tapping the floorboards again.

“Finn.”

He sits this time, reaching for me as I straddle his lap and position him. I’m so slick from being with Archer that when I push my hips down Finn’s length, he glides into me like we were meant to fit.

“Becca,” he whispers my name like a prayer as I mount him, rolling my hips in a soft rhythm. It doesn’t have the heat of the three of us at the window, but it’s special in its own way. His hands rest on my hips, guiding my rolling thrusts. This is the first time we’ve been physically joined, and I savor the wicked way he stretches me from below.

Finn’s touch isn’t a demand. He doesn’t flip me over and fuck me against the floorboards, pummeling me to his release. He’s the opposite. His hands glide over me with an artist’s care, cupping and adoring.

A new fire kindles between my thighs. I just fucked one man and now I’m riding the second. That’s obscene. And yet my previously uninterested body is awake and thriving. This isn’t just a desire, it’s a need. I knew eventually I’d be with both of them, and that truth has me increasing my pace, giving me a second burst of heat to slide up and down Finn’s length.

“I can’t believe how patient you’ve been,” I praise, breathing heavily against Finn’s lips as my waking body undulates against his. “You feel so good inside me, Finn.”

The sway of my tits against his chest makes me moan, and his hands cup my ass, taking my weight and pumping me on his cock more intensely. My mouth drops open at how full I am. I don’t know if he’s larger than Archer or if I’m just so sensitive from having had another man inside me only moments ago.

Finn’s thumb brushes my clit and I cry out because the bud is so swollen and engorged it’s wildly sensitive.

“Finn!” I pant, my arms clutching his shoulders. “I know I just came, but if you keep doing that—”

He swipes his thumb across my bud again, taking my mouth with his tongue and I’m lost. Shivers wrack through me, and we fuck long and slow. His cock, his thumb, his tongue—our bodies fuse into one.

I look up to find Archer sitting on the couch naked with a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching us. I motion for him to join us, but Archer shakes his head: this is Finn’s moment.

I turn my attention back to the man under me, his arms and stomach taut like he’s been holding off his release for a while now. I cup his face and a new shiver rakes over me. This isn’t the first time Finn and I have been intimate, but it’s the first time he’s been inside me, and I know there’s more than lust looking back at me, for Finn is a sun, radiating gold and warmth and love.

“Finn,” I say softly, acknowledging that something important is gazing up at me. “Finn, I want you to come.”

He grunts and his muscles tighten like he’s on the brink but has been holding off because he doesn’t want me to climb off of him.

“Finn,” I kiss him softly. “This isn’t the only time I’m going to fuck you, I promise. God, I never want to stop fucking the two of you.”

His fingers dig into my waist, and it’s clear he wasn’t sure if this was a beginning or an end. I pump my hips harder, increasing my pace, making it so he can’t deny his need for release.

“I feel it too, Finn,” I whisper as his cock starts to twitch. “What’s happening between the three of us. This isn’t a tryst. I’ve never been with two men before, never wanted two men before, but this—”

His breath turns ragged.

“You and Archer are the only men who have ever made me come.”

His eyes flash to me with that confession.

“It’s like my body has been waiting for you two the whole time.”

He kisses me hard, grabbing my hips and pumping me over him as he erupts. Even as he comes, his thumb is circling my clit and we’re unravelling together: groaning and groping in the last red-hot moments of fucking.

I clamp over him and he thrusts into me and the song we make echoes through the house’s entirety.

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