The three of us moved in tandem, setting my nerve endings on fire. Pressure built at the base of my spine, and my balls drew up.
“She’s going to come.” Kiernan’s voice was rough and strained with his own arousal. “You’re going to feel it. But you don’t have permission yet. You hold it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ophelia’s head fell on Kiernan’s shoulder, and she clenched around me in rhythmic waves. She squeezed and released over and over and massaged my length with every spasm of her orgasm.
My muscles locked and trembled with the effort of staving off the release that threatened to rip through me. I bit my cheek until I tasted blood.
“Such good control.” Kiernan’s praise washed over me. “You’ve earned your reward.”
He lifted Ophelia off me, and she whimpered at the loss. He set her aside on the mattress, and she collapsed onto it, boneless and panting. Aftershocks still rippled through her.
Then Kiernan seized my legs and spread them wider until I was completely exposed. He looked down at me with hungry eyes as his head descended.
I cried out with the first touch of his tongue. When he took me in, it was a revelation. Hot, wet suction engulfed me as he worked me with a skill I’d never experienced. He swallowed half my length in one smooth motion, and when his throat constricted around me, I nearly came on the spot.
He cupped my balls, rolled them gently, then tugged, adding another layer of pleasure. His other hand pressed my hip down and held me in place.
My hands fisted in the sheets until my knuckles were white and my head thrashed on the pillow. Brokensounds—groans, whimpers, and curses—came out of me. My hips fought to thrust, but his grip held me still.
He pulled off long enough to speak. “Come for me, Oliver. Now.” When he sucked in the head and his cheeks hollowed, pleasure overwhelmed me and I erupted.
I seized as the violent and all-consuming orgasm exploded, obliterating every thought. I pulsed and emptied everything I had. He swallowed around me, his throat drawing out wave after wave.
Guttural noises I didn’t recognize tore out of me. He continued sucking, milking me until I had nothing left to give.
Finally, I collapsed on the mattress, spent and shattered.
Shattered. That was the right word. Whatever walls I’d built around myself—around this part of myself—lay in rubble. I’d knelt for him. Obeyed him. Let him use my mouth, hold me down, decide when I could find release. And instead of feeling diminished, I felt free. Like I’d been carrying something heavy for so long I’d forgotten it was there, and he’d simply taken it from me.
The fire had burned low, and the room was quiet except for three sets of uneven breathing that slowly settled.
Kiernan stretched out, pulling Ophelia to his side with her head pillowed on his shoulder. His free hand found mine, and our fingers interlaced.
“You haven’t—” My voice was wrecked and barely a rasp, but he was still hard.
“Tonight was about you. Now, sleep,” he commanded.
Ophelia’s breathing had already deepened, but I couldn’t rest yet.
Instead, I kept watch on Kiernan as his cock softened. Tomorrow, I’d wake him with my mouth, make him lose that iron control, and come down my throat. I’d have Ophelia on her knees, fucking her while Kiernan watched and making her scream my name.
If he gave me permission to.
13
OPHELIA
Iwoke to Oliver’s arm heavy across my waist and Kiernan’s hand tangled in my hair. Sunlight cut through a gap in the curtains and fell across the three of us in a bright stripe.
Oliver stirred behind me, and his lips brushed my shoulder.
“Morning,” he murmured.
Kiernan’s eyes opened. Dark and alert, already awake beneath the surface. He looked at how we looked, tangled together in his sheets, and he smiled.
“Breakfast,” he said. “Then we talk.”
