When I laid Rhys back on the bed, Amy moved out of the way, but she didn’t go far. I reached for her, placing my hand on her thigh, needing to feel her, too, wanting her close.
“Wolfe…” Rhys pulled me down, then crushed our mouths together. The kiss went from simmer to boil in seconds, and I was lost to it, drowning in the sensation of having him beneath me. Warm, hard, eager.
My brain was processing all the things I intended to do to him, but before I could put a plan in motion, Rhys flipped our positions. I found myself flat on my back, his weight blanketing me, our mouths once again coming together, tongues dueling, hands roaming. For a brief moment, I considered giving in to what I knew he wanted.
“Let me,” Rhys groaned. “Let me give you this.”
I shook my head, instinct saying I couldn’t give in. Not that I didn’t necessarily want to, but I wasn’t sure I could handle it. If I gave up that last piece of myself, I wasn’t sure I'd ever get it back. And despite my feelings for Rhys and Amy, I wasn’t sure I could allow myself to be that vulnerable. After all, I had admitted how I felt to Rhys—told him I was all in, that I wanted everything—but the man hadn’t responded in kind.
Rhys pulled back and stared down at me. I met his gaze, held it.
“Let me love you, Wolfe.”
The tightening in my chest threw me, the acceptance, the need. My self-control was being battered from all sides, and I knew if Rhys pushed me, I would give in. I couldn’t help it. I wanted everything these two were willing to give me. I'd always been the one in control, the one others depended on. To have them focused completely on me…
Rhys’s mouth trailed down my jaw, my neck. I closed my eyes as the warmth moved south, pausing to torment my nipple before shifting lower. I sucked in a sharp breath when his mouth descended over my cock.
A warm body moved beside me and I opened my eyes to see Amy lying on her side, warm and so fucking beautiful. While Rhys teased me with his lips and tongue, I pulled Amy down to me, kissing her. Gently, leisurely. I forced myself to relax even when Rhys’s mouth moved lower.
When his tongue slid even lower, rimming my asshole, my entire body jerked.
“Does it feel good?” Amy whispered, her eyes on my face, her fingers sliding down my cheek.
It amazed me that she understood my hesitation.
I nodded.
She kissed me again, and Rhys’s mouth sent me into hyperspace, his tongue thrusting inside my ass, fucking gently. When his finger replaced his tongue, I sucked in air, my arm banding around Amy.
“Let it feel good,” she said softly, her hand sliding over my chest, my neck, cupping my face.
I gave her a jerky nod, but I wasn’t even sure what I was agreeing to. This was too much. If Rhys wasn’t careful, I was going to come before we made it to the next phase of this birthday seduction.
Sensation after sensation slaughtered me as Rhys fucked me with one finger, then two. The man brushed that sensitive spot inside me and I damn near came off the bed.
“Oh, fuck … oh, fuck…” I drew air deep into my lungs.
As though he knew how close I was, Rhys paused, his mouth moving over my cock once again.
“Naked,” I commanded Amy. I needed her naked. I needed…
Amy nodded. While Rhys continued to blow me, I watched as Amy shed her clothes until she was gloriously naked. Then she was back on the bed, her hands on me. It was clear she was distracting me, and it was working.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Amy told me, her lips sliding along my jaw. “Deep inside me.”
I growled at the same time Rhys released me. I managed to roll over, pulling her beneath me. Without thinking about the repercussions, I plunged inside her before I even realized I didn’t have a condom.
My entire body drew taut as the slick warmth of her pussy clasped me.
“Fuck … oh, my … fuck…” I didn’t move, staring down at her. “I … oh, God, Amy.” A deep, rumbling growl sounded from my chest, more animal than man. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”
A small smile formed on her mouth.
“Need a condom,” I groaned, hating the thought of pulling out of her right now.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I trust you.”
It wasn’t necessarily about trust. Well, it was and it wasn’t. I wasn’t sure where this thing with us was going. If she got pregnant…
