“Relax.” His lips brushed my ear. “I’m not taking you tonight. But I want you to understand what’s coming.”
His finger circled my entrance and pressed enough to make the muscle flutter. I resumed working Ophelia with my tongue. The dual sensation overwhelming me—my mouth on her clit, his finger teasing my hole, and pleasure spiking from both ends of my body.
My cock ached and throbbed.
When I sucked Ophelia’s clit and flicked it, her thighs trembled. Her moans grew louder and more desperate. Her hips ground into my face, and her fingers yanked my hair.
“She’s close. Don’t let her come yet.”
When I eased away, Ophelia whimpered.
“Oliver,” she pleaded, her voice ragged and thin. “Please.”
“He doesn’t have permission to give you what you want.” Kiernan positioned himself beside Ophelia’s head. “That’s my decision.”
He bent to kiss her and swallowed her frustrated whine. One hand cupped her breast, and he rolled her nipple to a stiff peak. He toyed with her for what seemedlike a few minutes to me, but must have felt like an eternity to her.
“Now,” he finally said. “Make her come, Oliver. Then I want your mouth on me.”
I buried my face between her thighs. Two fingers slid into her wetness. Her inner walls were hot and slick and gripped me tight. I curled them forward and searched for the rough patch of tissue on her front wall. Her whole body jerked when I found it.
I rubbed that spot in small circles while relentlessly working her clit fast. Her moans climbed in pitch, her knees clamped around my head, and she fluttered around my fingers.
Then she came, arching off the bed and lifting her hips.
Kiernan kissed her, and she screamed while I worked her through her orgasm, drawing out every spasm, flutter, and aftershock until she collapsed, boneless, on the sheets.
My face was slick with her arousal as I sat back on my heels.
Kiernan’s dark and hungry eyes met mine across her trembling body. His cock stood rigid and was flushed nearly purple. A steady drip of precome trailed down the underside.
“Come here.”
I knelt before him, close enough to smell his musk. His erection was inches from my face—thick and impossibly hard.
“Use your safeword if you need to,” Kiernan reminded me.
I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head. He groaned above me as I took him deeper. The sound rumbled in his chest and resonated within me. His hand found my hair, and he twisted the strands and held fast as he guided my head.
The stretch of my jaw to take in his girth bordered on painful, but I breathed through my nose and relaxed, letting him in. The head—heavy, hot, and leaking—rested on my tongue.
“Slower,” he said. “Take your time. Feel it.”
My tongue dragged along his length, and I traced the underside, following the thick vein that ran from base to tip. The ridge beneath the head was pronounced and formed a flared edge where I lingered. His hips jerked forward, forcing more of him deeper.
“That’s it. Right there.”
I circled the head and swirled around the swollen crown, dipping into the slit where moisture continued togather. The salty and bitter taste intensified, but I lapped at it like it was honey, drawing more from him and swallowing it down.
His grip in my hair tightened until pain bloomed across my scalp. I moaned around him, and the vibration made him curse under his breath.
“Deeper.”
I opened my jaw wider, and when he thrust, it triggered my gag reflex and made my eyes water. I pulled off with a wet gasp.
“Perfect.” His thumb brushed the tears from my cheek. “You’re doing so well.”
I tried again, breathing deep, and swallowing around him as he pushed forward. I fought the urge to gag as his hips rolled, and I let him fuck my face.
