Page 75 of Breathless

“You know better than that. Do you remember whose turn it is?”

Wyatt licked his lips, looking at her through lowered lashes. “If we skipped to my turn, there could be spankings. For everyone.”

Her eyes sparked with desire. Maybe she’d be willing to—“Oh God.”

Did he mention he loved her hands?

“It’s my turn,” she insisted. “And I want to watch Thoreau reenact his favorite college experiment.”

A forbidden thrill raced up Wyatt’s spine, sending all the blood swiftly to his dick. Oh fuck. They hadn’t done this yet. They’d come close but they’d never actually… “Are you sure this is how you want to use your turn?”

Thoreau pushed the table out of the way and was taking off his shirt. It reminded him so much of that first time he’d approached him that Wyatt smiled. “Planning on dropping trou again?”

“You know it.”

Fiona was taking off Wyatt’s shirt as Thoreau stepped out of his boxers. Part of him still couldn’t believe this was happening. That he wanted it to happen.

He stared at Thoreau’s lips. Fuck, he really wanted it. “Your call.”

Wyatt kissed Fiona, slipping his hand beneath her skirt and up her soft thighs with purpose. “We’re not leaving you out, baby.”

“I hoped you’d say that.” She gasped and Wyatt followed her gaze as Thoreau knelt between his thighs.

Fiona was right about the Wayne looks.

Thoreau flashed him a smile, his face strained and hungry.

Jesus, that was hot.

“Freaking out on me again, Finn?”

“Who me? I never lose my cool. Ask the captain. I’m a highly trained—”

“Professional?” Thoreau finished with a laugh that heated the head of Wyatt’s cock. “Stop stealing my lines.”

Wyatt’s fingers paused on Fiona’s clit as Thoreau took him into his mouth. Oh God, this was happening. His lips were… “Fu-uck.”

Fiona was kissing his neck, her hand covering his between her legs as she rocked against it. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispered in his ear. “When he told us about it, I thought it might be. But seeing his mouth on your cock is so much better.”

Wyatt’s thighs were shaking, his eyes riveted to Thoreau’s as the man took him all the way, until he wasn’t just touching the back of his throat, he was swallowing.

“Jesus.”

“I’m jealous. He’s going to have to show me how to do that.”

Thoreau hummed out a laugh at Fiona’s words and Wyatt moaned hoarsely, unable to stop his hips from lifting. Needing more. Needing him to suck.

Make him.

One minute he was freaking out that it felt so good and the next the need to take control burned inside him. When Thoreau reached for his hand and placed it on the back of his head, Wyatt knew he understood.

He held him firmly. “You’re too good at this. I hope you like it. I might need to add an extra turn to our roster, just so I can get it all the time.”

Thoreau moaned, his tongue tracing the vein that ran along Wyatt’s shaft before sucking him hard and deep again.

“Fuck, Fiona are you watching this? Is this how good it feels when he buries his face between your thighs?”

“Yes,” she moaned, rocking against him and watching them together. “I love his mouth.”

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