Page 83 of Undying Resilience
“Wanna join?” I ask.
“Oh, I’m perfectly happy watching.” Rhett’s heated gaze rakes over the three of us as he settles against the headboard. “For now.”
I press Wren’s back to my front, running my lips up her neck before nibbling on her earlobe. My cock rubs in between her legs, and she whines, trying to grind against it.
It takes me a second to get the angle right, and then I slide into her. I loop my arms through hers to keep her against me, thrusting into her gently.
Fuck. It’s barely been a week since I’ve been inside her, but it feels like it’s been ten years. I groan into her neck as she clenches around my dick.
“Ahhh, oh my god, Elliot.”
“It’s Ell, love. You call me Ell now,” I say, thrusting into her harder.
“Ell,” she cries.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur.
The bed shifts as Oliver crawls in front of her. I can’t see what he’s doing, but based on the way Wren moans and clamps down on me, it’s exactly what he said he would.
“Oh, fuck,” she pants.
God, I love it when she’s like this.
It doesn’t take long before Wren comes. Neither Oliver nor I stop, forcing her higher until she’s screaming and convulsing against me. When I finally slow, she goes limp in my arms with a moan.
Oliver scrambles to his knees, cupping her face and kissing her. “I love the way you sound when you come, princess.”
“I love you,” she whispers.
I pause, glancing at Rhett. We were wondering if Oliver told her what he told me, and if she said it back. I guess this is our confirmation.
“I love you too, Wren,” Oliver says with a smile. Then he trails a hand down her body, reaching in between her legs. “Help me make her come again, Ell.”
Tightening my grip on Wren’s arms, I slide in and out of her, keeping my pace slow. I’m too close to last long, so Oliver is going to have to get her going first.
“Fuck,” Wren moans. She leans her head back on my shoulder.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur when she starts to tremble. I go harder, groaning when she clamps down on my dick. “God, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
“Ell,” she sobs.
“Oh fuck yes,” Oliver says, moving his hand faster. “That’s it, princess. Give it to us.”
It takes a few more seconds, but then she explodes, coming all over my dick with a loud groan. With every orgasm, it feels like she’s surrendering herself over to us more and more. She’s letting go of everything holding her back and falling into us with complete abandon.
We’ve got you, love. We’ll catch you.
Oliver slams his lips to Wren’s as she reaches the peak of her orgasm. The way she melts into him, opening her mouth so he can slip his tongue inside, is too hot of an image for me to handle. I come with one last thrust and a breathless moan.
“That’s what I figured would happen,” Oliver says with a smirk. Then he grabs the hair at the base of my neck, angling my head so he can fuse his mouth to mine. He controls the kiss, and I let him, too tired and sated to fight.
When I open my eyes, it’s to Rhett crawling over and tugging Wren from in between me and Oliver. He has her lie on her back, moving in between her legs. Wren’s expression softens as she gazes up at him.
“Is this okay?” he asks. “Like this?”
She nods, opening her legs more for him. He notches his dick at her entrance, groaning as he does. And then he leans down, propping himself up on his elbows while cradling her head with both hands. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rhett handle something—or someone—so delicately.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, sliding deep into her.