Page 5 of Undying Resilience
He sheds his clothes before pulling me off the bench. It only takes us a second to settle with him lying on his back on the mat and me straddling him. I slide down onto his cock with a moan.
“Fuck,” Rhett groans, thrusting up into me. He does it again, and again.
I grin. “I thought I was going to work for it.”
With an annoyed smirk, he smacks my ass. “Then get moving.”
I start off slowly, letting myself adjust. As I pick up my pace, I lean forward and place my hands on his chest for balance.
“Fuck, just like that, sweetheart.” Rhett grabs my shoulders. “Touch yourself for me. I’ll make sure you don’t fall.”
My clit is sensitive, so I stroke it gently, adding just the right amount of friction. Just as I’m finding a good rhythm, I hear the garage door opening. Elliot and Oliver must be home.
“Just in time,” Rhett says. He starts pumping his hips to match my movements. It makes everything feel ten times better, and he must be able to tell, because he grins. “Are you going to come for them, Wren?”
“Yes, fuck—yes. Rhett. Rhett, I’m so close.”
“Not yet,” he says tightly. “I know you want them to hear.”
I groan. He’s right, but I can’t take this for much longer.
The door leading to the garage opens and closes, which means Elliot and Oliver are in the small hallway that leads to here and the kitchen.
“Rhett,” I sob. I can’t help it. My orgasm is barreling toward me, and unless he slows down, I’m not going to be able to hold back.
“Scream for them, sweetheart.”
I do—not because he told me to, but because I can’t help myself when he finally lets me come. My orgasm is explosive—mind-numbing—and everything goes black for a minute as I lose myself in the sensations.
“Fuck,” I hear Oliver say from somewhere behind me. “As if I wasn’t horny enough already.”
“Good thing we have our own personal fuckdoll, isn’t it?” Rhett says.
Oliver chuckles.
“You want all three of us to fill you with our cum, Wren?”
“Yes,” I moan.
Rhett rests his hands on my hips, guiding me as I start moving again. I ride him harder, bouncing up and down on his cock. He’s watching me with a satisfied smirk, like he loves how desperate I am for the three of them.
“So needy.” The words come from Elliot. His fingers brush across my upper back before he comes to stand in my line of sight. “You fuck him so well, love.”
I stretch upward with a little whine, reaching out for him. Elliot leans down, running a hand over my hair before kissing me gently.
“I could watch you two like this all day,” Oliver says. He kneels next to Rhett, kissing him before turning to watch me. “So goddamned hot.”
“Shit,” Rhett groans. “Don’t stop, Wren.”
My legs are getting tired, but the look on Rhett’s face pushes me to keep going. The pride I feel knowing I’m the reason behind his groans is indescribable. And when Rhett comes, I smile to myself at the way he throws his head back with a grunt.
Over the past couple weeks, I’ve come to revel in the rare moments in which I see Rhett completely uninhibited. I don’t catch it often. But those times—right after he’s woken up, or when he thinks no one is watching him, or when he comes—are ones I’ll always pay special attention to. Seeing Rhett let down his walls, even if it’s only for a millisecond, is a beautiful thing.
There are a lot of things I have yet to learn about him—why he seems averse to vulnerability, the reasons behind his insomnia, what exactly happened with Sammy, et cetera. I have a feeling it’s all connected and that it’ll be a long and painful conversation for him. Maybe that’s why I haven’t asked yet. The look in his eyes whenever Sammy gets brought up is one of excruciating pain.
Once Rhett has come down from his high, Elliot loops his arms under mine and pulls me up. He turns me around and kisses me again, except this time his movements are hungrier.
When he releases me, he’s smiling. “I’d say it looks like O and I got back just in time.”