Page 16 of Blissful Masquerade

I let out a giggling squeal as he leans over me. “Close your goddamned eyes, Wren.”

For a second, I contemplate disobeying him. What would he do if I keep my eyes on him? But on second thought, I decide to listen. Because I really don’t want anything to distract me from the way Oliver feels inside of me.

So I let my eyes slide closed, relishing in the way he’s grinding against my clit. He fits so well inside of me.

“I love how wet you are for us, princess.” He pulls out, and I feel his fingers bringing up some of my discharge to my clit.

I barely notice one of them—probably Elliot—grabbing a couple of pillows, or how he lifts my hips and slides them underneath me. But what I absolutely do notice is the new spot Oliver hits when he slides back into me. I cry out, but the sound is muffled by Rhett’s mouth covering mine.

My back arches when Oliver’s thumb finds my clit. With the way he’s moving in me, and with Rhett’s mouth on mine, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.

“That’s it, princess. I need you to come for me.” Oliver’s voice is tight, like he’s struggling not to come. I want to peek at him, but I don’t think I’d even be able to get my head up, considering the way Rhett is kissing me.

So instead, I focus on the sensations these men are pulling out of me, and how much I love the freeing feeling of Rhett holding me down.

When I come, it’s with a scream. Rhett pulls away, and while I keep my eyes shut, I can only imagine him watching me. The thought makes me come harder.

I hear Oliver grunt, and with a gasp my eyes fly open. I watch as he falls apart, feeling him finish inside of me. He falls forward, catching himself with his arms. For a moment, he looks at Rhett, and I swear they’re about to kiss—and I want them to. But then Oliver leans down, kisses me lightly, and then straightens.

When he pulls out of me, I let out a long breath. My whole body is shaking, and I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had tonight.

“Relax, Wren.” Oliver squeezes my thigh. “Give yourself a minute to recover.”

I lay back, taking a few deep breaths, and my eyes land on Rhett—specifically, his cock, which is only mere inches from my face.

I wiggle up, trying to get close enough. When I do, I lift my head and lick the precum from his tip.

He grunts in surprise. “Fuck, Wren. You’re insatiable.”

“Please,” I gasp, trying to tilt my head to take him in. But it’s an awkward angle without him helping.

“You’re sure you can take more?” he says in a teasing tone, running the tip of his cock across my lips.

I let out something that could only be described as a little growl, and he laughs. It sends a wave of warmth through me, reaching my bones.

“Open up, sweetheart.”

I do, moaning as he adjusts himself and slides into me. He moves in and out slowly, filling me as he lets out a string of curses. My fingers dig into his sides as he bottoms out, hitting the back of my throat. When I gag, he pulls out, watching me closely.

I suck on his tip, and his eyes shut while he groans my name. One of his hands palms my breast, his thumb rolling over a pebbled nipple.

“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop. Okay?”

His gaze rips right through me, and I manage a little nod. Then he leans over me, kissing my stomach before flattening his tongue against my clit.

I let out a strangled scream, causing him to groan. But he continues his assault on my clit, sucking and licking it like it’s his lifeline. The entire time, he fucks my mouth with slow, even strokes.

God, how is his body not shaking like mine? How can he manage to tear me apart with his tongue while he’s in my mouth?

As if to answer my question, he lets out a deep groan and pauses with just his tip in my mouth. His tongue circles my clit, bringing me so close to the edge. But I’m not ready yet. I want to come with him.

So I suck on his tip, trying to move my head up and down in the slightly awkward position.

He swears, one of his hands gripping my thigh. I keep all of my focus where he seems to like it the most, and he punishes me with tiny, quick strokes of his tongue against my clit.

It does me in. As he slides into me again, I let out a deep, gurgling moan. He shudders, and his whole body tenses.

Yes, yes, yes!