Page 41 of Breathless

Before anyone could respond to his words, he lined his cock up and thrust deep. “Fuck.”

Missed this. Missed you.

Fiona’s body arched beneath his. “Yes.”

Gripping her shoulder with one hand, he started to move. She was so wet, so primed he didn’t have to go slow. Didn’t have to start easy. He’d never been so grateful, because all he could think about was fucking her. Fucking her. Fucking her. Hard enough that he’d leave his mark behind. Deep enough that she’d never get rid of him.

The flutter of her muscles around him came as a surprise, but it was too fast. “We’re not done yet, Speedy,” he growled. “Not even close.”

He pressed his wet finger between the cheeks of her ass and she lowered her head to the floor, her muffled pleas reaching him through the blood rushing in his ears. She wanted it.

“Please, Wyatt. Please.”

He slowed his thrusts long enough to push inside. “Breathe,” he ordered gruffly. “You’ll be taking a lot more than this if you get your way.”

She breathed out, her knees widening to brace herself as he picked up his rhythm again. He stared as his finger filled her ass, a clear image forming in his mind of his cock buried there, Thoreau beneath her—beneath them—as they both took her.

The visual was hot as hell, burning him from the inside out. “Jesus,” he panted, soaking his hand in her arousal and adding a second finger for the first time. She shouted into the nearest pillow. “That’s right. You can take this. You can take us.”

She was already close again. He may not know a lot about that many things, but he had a fucking degree in making Fiona come. He’d taken night classes and asked for extra credit assignments. He knew every quiver and shudder and what it meant.

“This one’s going to rip the come right out of me, isn’t it, baby? You’ll squeeze me so tight I’ll have no choice.” She groaned in agreement. “And after you’ve wrung me dry, Thor is going to take his turn. He needs to. Just look at how badly that hammer’s hurting.”

Fiona managed to lift her head, her eyes on Thoreau as Wyatt took her over the edge.

His shout was loud and sandpaper-rough as she took him with her. His hips couldn’t stop pumping as his orgasm went on and on. “Fuck. Fiona. Love you, baby. So fucking good.”

He kissed her back as he slid out of her, hissing when his sensitive and still semi-erect cock hit the cooler air.

He wasn’t wrong about how badly Thoreau was hurting. He’d made her come with his mouth, then watched another man fuck her, but he’d still held off, doing nothing more than following Wyatt’s lead. Wyatt wasn’t sure he’d have that kind of patience in his position. Hell, he knew he didn’t.

He watched, his chest tight from the exertion, as Thoreau managed to get her on her back. He kissed her deep while slipping on his own condom and working his way inside.

She was still coming, and Wyatt smiled at Thoreau’s flinch of pained pleasure. She was so tight like that. He knew. He could still feel the aftershocks rippling through him.

He sat down and rolled off his condom, watching her face as Thoreau fucked her. Her expression was ecstatic. Cheeks wet with tears and glowing with pleasure. They’d done this to her. He and Thoreau.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

He swallowed his laughter, thinking how well it fit. They were giving her a dream. One of them anyway. Wyatt would do anything to give her the rest of them, and make a few of his own come true along the way.

Maybe it didn’t have to be a certain way for it to work. Maybe making the woman he loved this happy was all that mattered. Even if it took an assist.

Thor was doing a lot more than assisting at the moment.

Wyatt’s cock twitched and started hardening again. Fiona’s arms were splayed on the floor, head back like a sacrificial offering. He’d think she was in pain, if he hadn’t seen her smile up at Thoreau as he lifted one of her legs out and over her head before pounding her into the pillow he’d placed beneath her hips.

Shit, that was deep.

Thoreau’s firm ass was flexing with every driving thrust, shaking Fiona’s breasts each time he bottomed out. It was impossible to look away from the two bodies in motion, his dark skin slapping against her pale flesh faster. Faster. The sounds and smells of sex filled the air and Wyatt couldn’t resist the need to stroke his shaft again as he watched them together.

Beautiful. They’re beautiful.

Thoreau looked up at him then murmured something to the woman beneath him before pulling out. What are you doing?Don’t stop. Fuck her.

Fiona turned to face Wyatt, her face pink and sweating and stunning, and sent him that smile. The one that was a challenge. The one that made him her slave.

Ah, good man.“Get back over here, firecracker. You’ve got something I want.”

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