I didn’t move a muscle, my attention on remembering how to breathe when she did slide her soft hand over my erection. Between her soft touch and Wolfe’s rough, callused fingers, I was sucking in air, my eyes fixated on their hands.
“Taste him,” Wolfe instructed from over my shoulder, sliding the head of my dick over Amy’s bottom lip.
“Oh, hell,” I hissed.
Wolfe pressed closer to my back, his dick grinding against my ass. As if that wasn’t distracting enough, Amy took the head of my cock in her luscious mouth. I hissed, unable to look away, unable to breathe.
She was watching me as she hesitantly sucked, then licked the swollen head before taking me between her lips once again.
“Don’t stop doin’ that,” I said, the words coming out strained. “Feels so good, baby.”
That seemed to encourage her, because she repeated the motions over and over again, driving me absolutely crazy.
While Amy gave me the sexiest—albeit most inexperienced—blow job I'd ever received, Wolfe managed to rid me of my remaining clothes.
When Wolfe came to stand on Amy’s other side, she turned, keeping one hand on my cock while she reached for his. I grinned when Wolfe growled. Now he knew how it felt. Her simple touch was enough to blow a man’s head clean off his body. Both of them.
“Damn, baby.” Wolfe set his hand on the top of her head when she leaned in and licked the tip of his cock. “I’ve dreamed about that mouth on me.”
Again, she seemed to need the encouraging words because she became more confident, alternating between taking both of us in her mouth. But the next time she focused on me, Wolfe went to his knees, giving me an evil grin.
They were going to double-team me.
As much as I wanted it, I wasn’t sure I'd survive it.
Not that I wouldn’t give it a shot.
After all, I wasn’t a quitter.
Chapter Nineteen
Wolfe
Amy and Rhys were naked.
In my bedroom.
I was pretty damn sure it wasn’t my birthday yet, but son of a bitch, I'd never in my life received anything as incredible as this gift.
Thinking about how Amy had come to work for us not even two weeks ago, then I'd taken her to the range for the first time only five days ago, made my head spin. Things were moving fast. Okay, maybe not as fast as my previous encounters, considering one-night stands were usually my M.O. Two weeks wasn’t a lengthy period of time to go from talking to fucking, but hey, I was the go-with-the-flow kind of guy.
I'd take it.
Watching Amy suck Rhys’s cock was the only thing keeping me from picking her up and setting her on my dick. I was desperate to feel the heat of her pussy wrapped around me, but I knew it would be in bad taste to rush it.
We’d get there.
Eventually.
Hopefully, sooner rather than later.
“Your turn,” Amy whispered, her hand wrapped around the base of Rhys’s cock.
I leaned in, taking Rhys’s dick all the way to my throat. I did it for two reasons. One, I fucking wanted to. And two, I wanted to gauge Amy’s reaction. This was what she was signing up for. Although I had every intention of giving her plenty of attention, I intended to do the same with Rhys.
Amy’s hand cupped the back of my head, her breath warm against my cheek as she guided me up and down on Rhys’s cock.
“Fuck…” Rhys groaned. “Y’all are gonna kill me.”
