Page 81 of A Little Bit Reckless
“That’s what you get for your little nickname,” Wells said, pulling me off his cock. He hunkered down, getting right in my face. “You don’t get to come, sweet girl. Not yet.”
Not… yet.
It almost felt cruel what he did, but I believed that was the intention. He wanted me to pay for teasing him. My jaw tightened. “Are you serious?”
He showed me he was, his finger stroking my face before he reached down. Wells took my nipple between two fingers, and I called out when he pinched.
Bru was between my legs again. His tongue picked up right where he left off when he licked, then pushed his tongue inside me. He tongue-fucked me again, taking me to the point where I was going to come.
“She’s had enough,” Wells said again, and once more, Bru stopped. This was a game. Wells was intentionally taking me toward the edge before denying me.
“Edge her.”
I was hearing Wells’s voice in my head as he reached behind and grabbed Bru. He got Bru by the neck before forcing their mouths together. Wells tasted Bru’s tongue. Wells tastedme,and while he kissed Bru, Wells looked at me. He was playing a game, a cruel one.
“You want us?” Wells asked me, still flicking his tongue with Bru’s.
Bru sucked in a breath. “Bro, don’t play with her. She’s had enough?—”
“She said she wanted us to do what we do when we share, whenIshare,” Wells said, giving Bru’s tongue one final taste before letting go of him. Bru’s expression was hard, but he didn’t say anything. Wells grinned at me. “What are you going to do to have us, Squeak?”
This was a power play, and it was something I knew because I knew Wells Ambrose. Wells had bullied me long enough that I knew what it was like to be within his crazed web, to be woven within his insanity, but I also knew what would take him over the edge.
I’d just never done it.
I said nothing when I sat back on my haunches, but both guys’ looks were curious when I lifted one leg, then the other beneath me. I did it to remove my underwear.
I fucked myself.
I didn’t need these boys to take me over the edge. I didn’t needanyone. I could take myself there.
I was good enough.
I felt that way as my fingers strummed my clit, then I pushed down on myownhand. I finger-fucked myself right in front of both of them. Bru’s mouth parted, and Wells started gripping his own hands so tight they went white.
“Stop it,” Wells said, but all I did was push down on my hand more. He got in my face. “Stop it.”
I kissed him instead. I kissed him while I screwed myself, and I laughed when he pulled my hand from between my legs. I broke Wells Ambrose and how did I know?
Because he tasted me.
He pushed my fingers into his mouth and sucked so hard I thought he’d swallow my fingers. He shivered while the taste exploded across his senses, and I did too, seeing the effect I had on him. He looked drunk, his eyes hazy, when all he did wastasteme.
I did really have the power here, the control. We were in the middle of a game, and I managed to break him.
“Punishing you meant I could go on with the lie. That I wasn’t completely and hopelessly in love with you.”
I felt that love as Wells’s sucks turned into licks, then gentle kisses. He was being so soothing with me, my fingers, and my attention went to Bru, who was behind Wells.
Bru was smiling.
It was like Bru saw it too. No one could beat Wells Ambrose. Wells Ambrose couldn’t be beaten, but I managed to do it.
“You’re perfect for me,” Wells said before taking my mouth, and I dropped the game when I let him. Wells smiled against my lips. “So fucking perfect.”
Perfect.
He was perfect for me, and I kissed him back so hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and Wells fell to his back.
