Not going to lie, I kind of thought Reese would leave. I was definitely hoping for it. I mean, yeah, I’ve shared girls before with Priest during my rockstar days, but that was different. Those were girls I didn’t care about. Wren is… she’s everything.
But he doesn’t leave, unfortunately, which means I have to keep putting up with him.
Wren’s thighs clamp around my head when she gets close to her climax. She grinds her midsection against my face, her clit swelling beneath the attention I shower it, and I peek open my eyes to see that Reese has taken her chin in his hand and made her look at him. It appears as if he’s going to kiss her, so I close my eyes and put all of my focus onto her clit with renewed agency.
By now, I know what makes this girl sing, and it doesn’t take too much more on my part. Her body rides a fever pitch, ready to take a tumble, and the orgasm that follows is one for the books. She comes, but her cries of pleasure are drowned out by a mouth on top of hers. Her lower half trembles as the heated ecstasy practically pours out of her.
I ain’t done yet.
I run my tongue down from her clit, circle her entrance, and then I bring two fingers to the mix. Putting them in my mouth for a few seconds, I get them wet and then I put them to use as I return to that swollen, aching, needy clit at her apex. My fingers push inside of her pussy easily, and with both my mouth and my fingers working on her, she can’t keep kissing Reese. No, she has to tear her mouth off his to pant and moan softly.
Oops.
My cock is hard as a rock, but I ignore it as I push Wren to a second orgasm. With the added sensation of my fingersfucking her, it doesn’t take long. By now, I know exactly what she likes, what makes her unravel the quickest, and I use that to my advantage.
The next time she comes, all the sounds that come from her throat belong to me.
Only when her orgasm fades do I lift myself away from her apex, slow to withdraw the fingers from her core. I bring said fingers to my mouth and insert them, tasting her arousal on them before I crawl over her and let her taste herself on my lips and tongue.
Reese lays beside us, and I can’t help but toss him a look when I say, “Watch and learn how it’s done.” All the man does is smirk at me, which, if I’m honest, kind of pisses me off. It’s almost like nothing I can do or say will get him to leave.
Hell, I really did think he’d tap out before we got this far. He doesn’t strike me as someone who shares anything. I know he said he’d let Wren have me since I proved myself in that fucking maze, but I didn’t think that would lead us here.
I reach down between us and take hold of my length, and then I drag the tip of my cock around her clit a few times before I dip it lower and push inside of her. Wren’s pussy takes me inch after inch, and I can’t help but shudder as I fill her up.
Fuck. Being inside of her is enough to make me lose my goddamned mind. It’s enough to make me forget there’s another guy on the bed, and I don’t particularly like him all too much. It’s a feeling no amount of drugs or alcohol could ever replicate.
No, I’m done with that life. I’m done with that stuff. The only drug I want in my system is Wren.
She stares up at me while I fuck her, and the intense eye contact between us makes me want to lose it right away—but I can’t. I need to show Reese that I have stamina for days, that he’ll need to put in a lot of work if he wants to keep up with someone like me.
I’m horny as ever, ready to explode, so it takes some world-class restraint I’m honestly surprised I have to stop myself from exploding right away.
Wren is pliant beneath me, her body rocking with every thrust I give her. Beside us, Reese moves, but he doesn’t go to touch her. No, he works on taking off his own clothes and tossing them around us, off the bed. I don’t stare at him too much; don’t really care about seeing any of that. I keep my focus on the beautiful girl beneath me and the way her pussy tightens every now and then when I push inside of her just right.
I focus on my technique, on the sounds I can bring out of her. Every time I feel like I’m about to come, I switch up the pace to keep it going. This isn’t a sprint; it’s a marathon, and though Reese would probably say it’s not a contest, I’m sure as shit going to win.
Eventually, though, it becomes too much for me to ignore, impossible to keep pushing down. The pleasure inside of me reaches a boiling point, and the only natural course is to erupt while inside of her—so that’s what I do.
I lurch forward with a groan, pumping my cock into her pussy with hard, fast thrusts as I unleash the waves of cum that have been aching to shoot out of me ever since I pushed inside of her to begin with. The pleasure is so strong, so unbelievably powerful, I feel it in every single part of me. It chokes me, stifles me, makes me see damn stars.
And it feels so damn good.
“Fuck,” I murmur, nearly collapsing on top of her once the immediate orgasm fades. “You take me so goddamned well, Wren.” I lean my head against hers, trying to control my breathing, but of course the other person on the bed is still here and still, unfortunately, raring to go and prove me wrong.
Reese’s blue eyes flick between me and Wren, and he says, “Time to pull out, Logan. I believe I’ve waited long enough.”
A part of me still thinks I’m calling his bluff, so instead of arguing with him and saying I could go again—because I totally fucking could—I pull my cock out of her wet pussy and roll onto the other side of the bed, leaving Wren between us.
He takes the same position I did, only before he does anything else, he dips his fingers between her thighs. It only takes a few moments, but he scoops some of my cum that must’ve leaked out of her pussy and uses it to lube up his cock.
The asshole’s really doing this. I have to say, I’m kind of impressed. I really did think he’d hightail it out of here when I made my intentions clear. I didn’t think he’d be okay with sharing her like this.
Reese only has eyes for Wren as he pushes into her, and just like that, it becomes my turn to watch. My turn to watch him bear down upon her, my turn to listen to her moans of bliss as he fucks her. My turn to lay there and wonder how the hell the three of us ended up here when life tried so hard to keep us separate.
I don’t watch Reese too much; my gaze sits solely on Wren as I take in the way she squirms for him. The sounds she makes are similar to the sounds she made when I was inside of her. Breathless, feminine, and desperate.
And, fuck it all to hell, she is absolutely stunning, even when she’s getting fucked by another guy.