Page 38 of Washed Up
As if he doesn’t know. I find my clit with my index finger and circle around it.
“There? Right there?”
I nod.
“Exactly here?” He mimics my movement, only with his tongue. Hell yeah, he’s got it. I cry out. A cry that Reid swallows. This whole situation has me excited in a way that I can’t fully wrap my head around.
I’m fucking all three members of Lucidity. Three men I just agreed to be in a relationship with, and who agreed to be in one with me. This is surreal.
Wynter continues to nuzzle his face between my legs. He stays there until Reid slithers onto the floor beside him. He wraps a hand around the back of his friend’s neck and draws him to him. They kiss open-mouthed, completely uninhibited.
Oh, to have my camera on me right now.
But it’s okay to sit back and enjoy, it’s okay, because there’ll be more moments, so many more moments.
Reid winks at me when they part. They take turns beneath my thighs, for a while. Eventually, Reid turns his attention to Wynter, unbuttons him, and tugs down both his jeans and his briefs baring his arse and his cock. I barely get to see it, before Reid starts enthusiastically blowing him.
“That get you humming?” Max says into my ear. He teases the lobe, explores lower, finding every nerve ending in my throat, while he plays with my breasts.
Mouth opening around constant gasps, I watch Wynter’s back arch, his head tilt back. His mouth is wide open too. I know how attuned Reid is when he’s licking my pussy; he shows the same commitment to getting his boyfriend off.
Wynter presses a hand to the back of his throat. “I don’t want to come yet,” he says, while looking at me. Reid raises his head. Sees that look.
“Ah, of course, you’ve not had the pleasure yet. Pass a johnny, Max, our friend here needs one.”
I’ve never seen a man roll a condom down another man’s shaft. There’s something crazy intimate about it. More intimate than what I’ve already witnessed.
“You wanting some of this?” I ask Wynter, parting my pussy lips with the splayed fingers of one hand.
He grabs my legs, tugs me to the very edge of the sofa, and rubs his crown in the pool of heat at the juncture of my thighs. “Say you want it, Iris.”
“I want it.”
“Say you need it.”
“I need it. I need you. Show me what you can do.”
He fills me in one stroke. He doesn’t fuck like either Reid or Max. They’re all different. All unique in the way they fill me. Wynter wedges a hand between us and churns his thumb against my clit as he grinds our bodies together. It sets off sparklers and paints heat across my body. I reach out to drag him closer, so that I can seal our lips, but he resists my efforts, goes as far as getting Reid to hold my hands captive.
It’s like he’s determined to have his way, to keep a little of himself from me. I wriggle my way out of Reid’s hold and claw at his body instead, something he certainly doesn’t object to.
I lick. I suck. We rub up against one another. This is the best sex I’ve ever had. How lucky am I that I get to experience it with the three men I’ve worshipped from afar, and over the course of last week I’ve come to love.
“Eyes on me, Iris,” Wynter demands.
I’d still like to get my hands all over him.
“You listening? I need you to come for me. I want to feel those muscles fluttering around me. You get me?”
Wynter. He’s so bossy.
I kinda like it. Plus, I’m close, after such sustained attention. Still not going to magically come on demand, mind. I mutterwords to that effect, probably not very coherent ones, given that arousal has made my voice slurry.
Amusement shoots straight into Wynter’s eyes, igniting the green. “Yeah, but Ariel, when I say let go? You’re going to let go.”
“You’re not a mesmerist.”
“You sure about that?”
