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18. Wyatt

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WYATT

B ella straddles my lap, and my half-hard cock springs to life. This is not how I saw tonight going. I had hoped, of course, but the reality of having her against me again is more intoxicating than the alcohol.

When her fingers brush down the center of my torso to tug open my jeans, I'm nearly lost to her. Then her mouth finds my ear. "Spin the bottle for me." And she nips me. Just enough pain to spur me on.

With an arm locked around her waist, I lean forward to spin the bottle. It makes three rotations before it lands on River. Bella doesn't wait for it. She's got her hand wrapped around my cock and gives it a preliminary few pumps before she peeks over her shoulder.

That smile on her profile reads danger.

"River…"

The look in his eyes is all heat and wanting, exactly the same thing I'm stewing in. Besides the bonus of having Bella's attention on the most sensitive part of me.

"I dare you to sit there and watch."

His fists clench at his sides, but he nods, gaze roaming her backside as my hands slide over her scarcely covered ass. Giving her a squeeze rewards me with a soft moan. Bella turns back to me.

"Take them off me." Her words set a livewire to me.

I help her to her feet and drag the flimsy fabric off her hips, exposing that sweet, glistening pussy to the light. I want her in my mouth. As I pull the fabric down her thighs, I can't help but sink down for a taste, sliding my tongue across her wet folds, dipping the tip in to break her apart, to get more access to her.

Her moan undoes me, and my hands brace her cheeks, spreading her thighs and tipping her core toward my mouth. With another few swipes of my tongue, her hands are in my hair, and I'm eating at her like a ravenous beast. Perhaps I am one. I've been craving her since I got my first taste and was told it was a one-time thing.

She rides my face like a champ, taking the waves of pleasure as I suck her clit into my mouth.

Reaching down, I push my pants off my hips, wriggling them low enough that when I yank her back down to my lap, I can slide her right onto my cock. The cold of the wooden seat is a much-needed jolt.

I break my mouth away, taking in the spreading wetness between her thighs and the trembling in her knees.

"Come back down here, sweetheart." Slowly, I help her sink back into my lap, and she wastes no time, hand fisting around my cock and notching my head against her slippery entrance. With a small move of her hips, she's sinking down onto me, filling herself with my shaft until she's grinding her hips against mine. "Fuck if you're not the sweetest little morsel."

Her laughter tightens her around me as she adjusts to my girth. I rub my palms along her bare thighs, watching the goosebumps rise in my wake. Bella's first moves are slow and tenuous, and her touch is soft as it glides along my arms and shoulders, over my chest, and up into my hair. A nice squeeze adds to the burn, adding to the need I've been harboring for her.

So, when her mouth brushes mine, I struggle to remain passive—well, insomuch as I'm able. Bella feels far too good.

Our slow kiss only makes every small move amplify. Every moment with Bella seems to drown me in needy pleasure. I lose myself to the swirl of her tongue, the light nips of her teeth, the hum of her moans.

Finally breaking away, Bella increases her pace, taking me in longer, rougher thrusts. We find the right angle, and I nudge that bundle of nerves that makes her catch her breath.

There you are, sweetheart. Bear down on me like you're going to come quick and dirty after just a little licking and rubbing. Show me how needy you are for it.

Bella's mouth falls open, head back, and I know she's there. I tip my pelvis just a few degrees to press her clit against the hard planes of my muscle, and she jerks, strangling me. My hands on her hips are the only thing keeping her going as she falls apart, quaking and dropping into my lap.

Cradling her against me, I don't let her stop completely. I proved that theory about her wrong plenty of times already.

Peering across the table at River, his hands are still clenched on his knees, but he's not angry. He's barely holding himself back from taking her, too. It's exactly what we talked about. Sharing her. And tonight promises us that chance.

This is more than a show, different from just a fun night like the last time.

I meet Marcus' gaze, and he's not subtle in the way he's watching me grind against her. He strokes himself over his boxers.

Time to test her a little. I lift us a bit higher on my seat, spreading my thighs and thrusting a steady staccato into her core. "You're not done, are you?"

Her soft hands roam my sides as she lifts herself up to look at me. "You know better than that."

"I do." And I reach down under her knees, grabbing ahold of her ass and lifting her in my grip. The softness of her body feels right in my arms as I thrust her over me.

Bella holds on, hands locked behind my neck. The wet sounds of our bodies slapping together fills the silent space. Everyone's breathing hard, locked in this moment.

But it's quickly becoming obvious that this angle isn't enough. Not in the kitchen chair. We need more space. I heave upward and plant her bare ass on the table, making her yip from the sudden change. Instead of leaning her back, I guide her hands to the sturdy wooden table, take her knees in my palms, and pump long thrusts into her.

Bella's answering cry is music to my ears. The way her core grips me threatens to cross my eyes. Her red hair sways around her shoulders, accentuating the underlying pink of her skin, like a bright little nymph. And her freckles draw me to the sweetest parts of her—the swell of her breasts, the long line of her throat, the apples of her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, and the soft parting of her lips.

I roll my hips so that the head of my cock scrapes back and forth across that sensitive spot I found last time. She swears under her breath, a soft chant of fuck s.

And it's one thrust, just like the others that has her seizing up. "Yes. Fuck, Wyatt, Yes. Please. Oh, God. Right there."

Her moans echo in the silent thrum of the rest of the house, a cold winter night that has no chance of battling the inferno this woman has created between the three of us.

"Coming again for me already, sweetheart?"

"Mmm. Mmm-hmm." Soft little pants paired with the small tremor in her legs tell me she's close. Any stroke might push her over the edge and end her.

I play the waiting game as I watch her, front row and center for the best show in the world. The honeyed blaze in her green gaze coats me with the need to end her again and again. So fucking addictive. Just the right kind of woman who can handle the three of us.

And we're going to show her how, prove that she can take us, because I don't want to have to go without this connection to her again, without getting to play and tease and detonate her pleasure.

Her body bows forward, and I hammer myself home as she comes. The pulsing warmth threatens to take me with it, but I need one more thing out of her before I let that happen. After a few more thrusts, I bury myself deep and give her a few seconds to breathe.

Nuzzling her throat, I plant kisses along her jaw. "We're going back to that seat. Ready?"

Bella's groan makes me laugh. I count to three and set us back in my chair, draping her across my chest.

"I want to try something else."

"Are you always so insatiable?"

"Yes." I brush the hair from her face. "You enjoyed it last time if I remember correctly."

"She more than likes an all-nighter. Don't let her try to convince you otherwise." River's rumbling voice has her cheeks going pink.

"Good to know. I didn't get quite that far last time." And this time, she'll have three of us to wear her out. Nipping her ear, I massage her ass cheeks until she's relaxed back over me.

Let's progress this a little further before either Marcus or River snaps. Running my index and middle finger over her mouth, I order her, "Suck them. All the way."

Bella parts her lips, taking both fingers to the back of her throat to suck and lick. I withdraw from her mouth and spread the moisture around her asshole. The little noise in the back of her throat signals pleasure.

I push against that hole, rubbing and pressing until she unclenches and the tips of my fingers sink in.

Her sharp moan has my hips moving again, nudging her in tiny thrusts as I open her ass up. The moisture from her mouth only goes so far. I catch Marcus's gaze and nod to her ass. "Spit in her ass. Help me lube her up."

Because the inch I've gained isn't enough.

Marcus doesn't hesitate, rearing out of his seat to sink to his knees behind her. I pull my fingers out, holding her ass open as he bends to spit in her. Pushing it inside her, I gain another knuckle, and Bella mewls against my shoulder.

Fuck, yes. She's going to take all three of us and fucking love it. I can tell already.

I give her ass a quick hammering, and she loosens up an inch. We need more lubrication.

"Go grab the olive oil," River suggests, eyes pinned to the way my fingers are fucking her. The fantasy taking shape around us is all-consuming.

Marcus is on his feet again, the slamming of a cupboard lifts Bella's head, and I whisper soothing words, reminding her of how good she feels, how she takes me like a champ, that she can have so much more if she wants it, how much pleasure I plan to deliver.

Waiting for Marcus to return, I leave my fingers two knuckles deep, grabbing her from the inside to slam her down over my cock. Everyone but me freezes at the hot squelch of her wetness spreading. She's fucking soaked my shaft and balls and thighs, and I never want this to end.

When I come out of it, Bella is making some soft, needy noises against my chest, and Marcus is gripping the glass bottle of oil like his life depends on it.

Withdrawing my fingers, I hold her open again for Marcus to drizzle some over her puckered flesh and my digits. Spreading and dipping, I ram that oil into her ass until my fingers easily glide in and out of her.

My hips are barely moving as I plunder her ass, but her core has a stranglehold on my dick. I wrap my other hand in her hair, arching her back so that her barely covered breasts are just grazing my chest. Her mouth falls open, and she's panting like she's in heat, grinding herself down on me.

Breathing heavily, I nuzzle her throat. "You going to come with me fingering your ass? You like having both of your little holes filled, stretched open, and ravaged?"

The strangled noise that falls out of her has all three of us moaning in return.

How the hell have the two of them been able to hold back with the show she's giving us? I can't let up. Not even a little bit. I need to make her come like this, and she's close. Holding back. Prolonging it.

There's no point.

I plan to take her again and again and again until she can't handle coming one more time. And then, we'll start over.

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