Page 85 of Vicious Deception
“Sweetheart.” He gathers my hair in his hands to keep it out of my face as I suck lightly.
My own moans fill the air as I take more of him in with each bob of my head. The guest rooms are on the other end of the house, so I’m not worried about anyone hearing us. Although I’m sure Elliot and Oliver have come upstairs by now.
As I work my way up and down Rhett’s cock, I stroke it with my tongue. He tilts his head back with a low groan as my hand follows my mouth.
Someone knocks on the door, and his grip on my hair tightens when I move to pull away. “Don’t stop,” he tells me. “I told them to come in after a little bit. I know you’ve missed them, too.”
My heart melts.
“Fuck, look how wet you got her,” Oliver says from behind me, and then I feel him climb onto the bed. He palms my ass and presses a kiss to the small of my back.
Elliot crawls onto the mattress, stopping by Rhett and pulling him into a kiss. As Oliver traces a finger through my arousal, I whimper. I’m practically aching with need.
“Who’re those for?” Rhett asks.
I try to move away again to see what he’s talking about, but he holds onto my head and thrusts into my mouth.
“Not yet, sweetheart. You feel too good. I can’t let you stop.”
My groan of protest is halfhearted at best.
“They’re for her,” Elliot replies. “We’ve waited long enough.”
Oliver sinks a finger into me, and I focus on the tip of Rhett’s cock, trying to look Elliot’s way to see what he’s talking about. Rhett catches on to what I’m doing and guides my head back into position. Slowly, he slides in and out of my mouth while holding me in place.
“Be a good girl, Wren,” he chides. “You’ll see soon enough.”
“Just focus on him,” Oliver says as he rubs my clit.
I do my best to obey. Closing my eyes makes it easier to ignore whatever Elliot is doing, but I can’t keep all of my attention on Rhett. Oliver is massaging my clit just right, and it sends my mind into a fuzzy, pleasure-induced haze.
After a minute, Rhett’s hold on my head loosens. “You ready?”
“Whenever you are,” Elliot says.
Rhett pulls out of my mouth. Before I can see anything, he leans down and kisses me. The second he pulls away, Elliot grabs my chin and seals his lips to mine.
“We never would’ve gotten out if it wasn’t for what you found, love.” His lips trail across my jawbone before he kisses the spot below my ear tenderly.
That ache returns to my chest, and I shake my head. “I—”
“Let us show you how much that means to us,” Oliver says as he slips something soft over my eyes.
I gasp, reaching up to feel the silk fabric. I wasn’t expecting them to blindfold me.
“Is this okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I trust you.”
“Hold out your arms,” Elliot tells me.
When I do so, I feel the familiar material of rope winding around them. I sit back on my heels, and once Oliver is done tying the blindfold over my eyes, he slips his hand in between my legs. Shuddering, I spread them wider for him.
“Such a good girl.” Oliver kisses my neck as I lean back into him.
“More. Please, I want more.”
“Always,” Oliver whispers in my ear.