Chapter 20 #2
I'd never been on the receiving end of a dirty-talking man. I had never given much thought to whether or not I'd like it.
Boy, did I like it.
When his hands trailed down my stomach, his fingers resting on the button on my jeans, Wolfe’s green eyes met mine, and I could tell he was seeking permission.
The idea of him doing that here seemed so taboo. But my body ached for him. Since the other night, I'd thought about him and Rhys constantly. Day, night. Didn’t matter. It was as though they’d stoked a flame inside me, and I wanted more of what they’d offered that first night.
With a jerky tilt of my head, I gave him permission to proceed. And in case he misunderstood, I hopped off the desk and stood directly in front of him.
Another growl rumbled in his chest when he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to my stomach.
I cradled his head, my body trembling when he unhooked the button, then lowered the zipper.
He continued to kiss my stomach while he reached down and removed my boots, then helped me shimmy out of my jeans.
The wood desk was cold on my butt when he picked me up and put me on it again, but I welcomed the chill because my body was on fire.
“Damn,” Wolfe hissed. “So fuckin’ pretty.”
My face flamed with embarrassment as his fingers trailed between my legs, his thumb grazing my clit.
“Need you naked,” he said, his free hand pushing my shirt up.
I helped by removing my shirt, then my bra. It was definitely taboo to be in my office completely naked while Wolfe was fully dressed.
“I’m gonna have to get you a bigger desk,” he grumbled as he moved the laptop out of the way, then eased me down onto my back.
Wolfe dropped to one knee, then propped my legs over his shoulders as his warm breath fanned my pussy lips.
My back bowed off the desk when his tongue teased my sensitive flesh. “Wolfe…”
“I fuckin’ love when you say my name,” he mumbled before resuming his feast on me.
He licked and sucked, nipped and flicked my clit; all the while, my body coiled tighter, my nipples painfully hard, in desperate need of his touch.
When his tongue speared me, fucking me, my breath caught in my throat, and I cried out, unable to stop it as I came in a rush.
I was getting used to how easily they could make me orgasm.
It hadn’t even occurred to me that I'd never had an orgasm until Wolfe used his mouth on me.
After the first time, that incredible feeling was something I longed for.
I was writhing and moaning when he lifted his head, then leaned over me. His hot mouth descended on mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wanted to hold on to him forever.
He must’ve sensed my need because he pulled back, grinned. “Not done with you yet.”
The man was going to drive me completely insane with pleasure.
He stood tall, his fingertips trailing over my chest, then both big hands cupped my breasts, squeezing as he pinched my nipples, his eyes following his movement.
I watched his face. Seeing the way he looked at me, as though I was all he ever wanted, did strange things to my insides. I liked this side of Wolfe.
His hands continued lower, his thumbs parting my lips again, his finger trailing over my clit, making me moan.
Wolfe’s gaze lifted to mine. “God, Amy… You’re so fucking beautiful.”
When he said stuff like that, I could almost believe it.
“More,” I whispered. “Please.”
“What do you want?” His thumbs pushed inside me, his finger still teasing my clit, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You. That’s what I want.”
“Tell me,” he urged, fucking me with his thumbs, pushing in deep, retreating slowly.
It took a second for me to build the confidence to tell him what I wanted. He continued to tease me, fondling me so intimately. I grabbed my breasts, squeezing them roughly. I needed more than this.
“Fuck,” Wolfe hissed. “You’re gonna kill me, woman.” His eyes locked on my hands intimately teasing my nipples. He looked up at my face. “Tell me, darlin’.”
I held his stare. “Fuck me, Wolfe.” I inhaled sharply when his thumbs thrust into me again. “Fuck me now.”
What felt like hours was probably only a couple of minutes, but Wolfe managed to push his jeans past his hips, cover himself with a condom, and then he was filling me.
He jerked me toward him, my butt on the edge of the desk, my legs straight up in the air, my thighs resting against his stomach, his thick arms holding me in place while he pounded into me.
I had never felt anything as amazing as this.
Wolfe fucking me on my desk, his heated gaze locked with mine, his rough groans echoing in the small space.
My orgasm built within seconds and then exploded.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out, a whimper escaping instead.
Wolfe was still watching me, still fucking me hard and deep.
“You have to come for me again,” he told me.
The man was certainly a generous lover. Not only did he make me come one more time, he didn’t stop until I'd nearly passed out from multiple orgasms.
Three more, to be exact.
Rhys
“Where you at?”
“Headin’ home,” I told Wolfe as I turned onto my street.
“Want company?” This time Amy’s voice came through the phone.
“Y’all out and about?”
“Yep,” she said. “So, is that a yes?”
She sounded so damn sweet I couldn’t bring myself to say no. Not that I really wanted to. Sure, I was exhausted, but when it came to spending time with them, I was sure I could forego a few extra hours of sleep.
“That’s a yes.”
“Okay. See you in a few.”
The phone disconnected at the same time my house came into view.
Not only my house but the big black Chevy parked in front of it.
I smiled.
For whatever reason, it eased something inside me that Wolfe and Amy came to me this time. So far, I'd been the one tagging along wherever they went. Although I knew that came with the situation, I didn’t want to always feel like the third wheel.
I pulled my truck into the driveway and parked beside Wolfe’s truck.
“’Bout damn time,” Wolfe greeted as he got out of the truck.
I opened Amy’s door and helped her out, accepting the quick peck on the lips she offered.
For a woman who was new to this threesome thing, she didn’t seem to be having a hard time with it.
She took my hand, linked our fingers, her other hand wrapping around my bicep as she followed me up the porch steps. Again, I was hyperaware of how much she touched me.
“I like it out here,” Amy told me. “It’s peaceful.”
I didn’t live on the amount of land the Caines had, but the four acres I did own were enough for me.
The house was small, just an old farmhouse that needed some more work, but I was short on time these days, so I hadn’t put as much into the renovations as I'd wanted to.
However, I'd done the major work already.
New floors, replaced the appliances, upgraded the cabinets and countertops, replaced the rotted boards on the front porch.
I still needed to tackle the bathrooms and get the small barn so that it was functional.
After unlocking the door, I stepped back out of the way and allowed Amy and Wolfe to go inside. Wolfe offered a mischievous smirk, which had me wondering what the guy was up to.
“Rhys, this is so nice,” Amy said, her voice echoing in the relatively empty house. “Very masculine.”
Wolfe grunted. “How come he gets masculine and you called mine beautiful?”
I grinned.
Amy shrugged. “Your house is beautiful.”
Wolfe rolled his eyes, but he smiled while he did it.
“How was work, honey?” Wolfe teased, turning toward the living room.
I ignored his sarcasm, making my way to the kitchen. I couldn’t remember the last time I'd had anyone in my house. Well, other than Reagan. My sister stopped by from time to time, but I figured that was mostly so she could get a break from that deadbeat dumb ass she’d been dating.
“What did y’all do today?” I asked as I rummaged through my refrigerator. “Want somethin’ to drink? Beer? Water?”
“I’ll take water,” Amy said sweetly.
“Beer’s good.”
I retrieved two beers and a bottle of water, then joined them in the living room.
“We had sex on my desk,” Amy offered when I handed over the water.
Completely floored by her statement, I stared at her, unable to release the bottle of water. I noticed she was smirking up at me, her cheeks rosy from her blush.
Sweet little Amy had just stolen my breath with that out-of-character comment, and she seemed to realize it, too.
“How’s that?” I asked, clearing my throat.
“Sex. On my desk.” The corners of her mouth turned upward.
My cock was already growing at the thought of the pair of them on Amy’s desk.
I managed to release the water bottle, then passed a beer to Wolfe before dropping into the oversized chair across from the sofa.
“I’m thinkin’ he might not understand fully,” Wolfe stated, his voice rough.
“No, I get it,” I clarified, glancing over at him. “I just wish I’d been there to watch.”
Wolfe’s grin widened. “Baby, you should give him a demonstration.”
Amy glanced between us and I noticed the color on her cheeks deepened. Yep, the woman might have a dirty streak, but underneath it all, she was still sweet and innocent.
“Do to him what I did to you,” Wolfe instructed, leaning over to take Amy’s water bottle.
She passed it over without hesitation, then got to her feet.
I was riveted by the sight of her approaching, that form-fitting T-shirt doing little to hide the fact that her nipples were hard.
“You’ll have to stand up first,” Amy said, a slight tremble in her voice.
It was obvious she was trying to be bold, daring.
I liked that she was, but I also liked her hesitation. She was so damn sweet.
I set my beer on the side table and got to my feet.
Amy’s fingers dipped into the waistband of my jeans as she smiled up at me. “First, we have to get you naked.”
My cock jerked behind my zipper.
This was one hell of a way to come home after work. Never in my life would I have expected it.
While Wolfe watched and I tried to remember to breathe, Amy unhooked my belt buckle, then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. When I went to toe off my boots, she stopped me. She knelt on the floor in front of me and my stomach muscles tightened in anticipation.
I watched as she tugged and pulled on my boots until they gave way, then she dumped them on the floor beside the chair.
Once those were out of the way, she yanked my jeans and boxers down my hips, over my thighs, then to the floor.
Before I knew what she was going to do, Amy pushed me and I fell back into the chair with a grunt.
She laughed. “Wolfe’s a little dominant,” Amy noted. “In case you haven’t noticed.”
I chuckled, my gaze straying to Wolfe. The man was sitting on the couch, his eyes focused on the two of us, heat making the dark green glitter.
With my dick hanging out, Amy pushed my shirt up and instructed me to remove it.
I did.
Then she leaned in and kissed my stomach, trailing her lips down, down…
“Holy Jesus,” I rasped when she took me in her mouth. “Such a sweet mouth.”
She teased me for long minutes, licking me like a lollipop, then sucking me as deep as she could. She was still hesitant, but there was significantly more confidence in her movements. She’d obviously paid attention to what I liked and she was implementing her new skills.
“Lower,” I urged, reaching down and pressing my cock to my belly.
Amy looked at me, uncertainty in her eyes.
“Lick my balls,” I told her.
When she leaned down, her tongue gliding over my ball sac, I hissed.
“Suck them into your mouth. Easy though.”
She did as I instructed, her hand curling around my cock while she slurped and laved my balls.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, leaning farther into the chair as she continued to torture me with her sweet fucking mouth.
If she kept that up, I was going to come.
As though reading my mind, Amy stopped. She lifted her head and crawled up my body until she was straddling me.
Her mouth covered mine, and I cupped the back of her head, my other hand grabbing her ass as I pulled her closer, my cock pressing against the denim between her thighs.
I swiveled my hips, intensifying the friction on my dick.
Amy realized what I was doing and helped me along by mirroring my movements.
I liked this feisty woman. I liked her innocence and the sassy woman beneath that sweet exterior. She was a perfect blend of both.
When she pulled back, both of us breathing hard, I had to rein in the urge to take control.
“What did Wolfe do next?” I questioned, watching her.
Without a word, Amy crawled off of me, toed off her boots, then stripped off her jeans before turning to Wolfe. I glanced over to see him watching us intently. The heat burning in those emerald-green eyes could be felt from across the room.
“Naked,” Wolfe instructed.
“You kept your clothes on,” she countered, her voice raspy.
“Yeah. But you look a hell of a lot better naked than I do.”
In my opinion, they both looked damn fine naked.
Amy quickly disposed of her shirt, panties, and bra while we both watched her raptly. As though she’d expected him to have it, Amy held out her hand and Wolfe tossed her a condom, then she turned her attention back to me.
She repositioned herself on my lap, straddling my thighs while she rolled the condom down over my aching dick. Before I could ask her to hurry, Amy lifted up and settled herself right on my cock, guiding me inside her.
“Pretend this is a desk,” she whispered, grinning.
I sucked in air as though it were becoming extinct.
When she started riding me, her hips lifting and lowering, I gripped the arms of the chair and groaned.
“God, baby … so fuckin’ hot.” I could hardly breathe, but I managed to encourage her with words. “That’s it. Ride me … fuck me … oh, gawd, baby.”
Her internal muscles clamped down on me, squeezing intimately, making my breath catch.
When her movements slowed, I helped her out, gripping her ass and lifting and lowering her on me, driving my hips up every time her thighs hit mine. Her short nails dug into my shoulders, her eyes closed, and those sexy little moans continued to escape her.
Knowing Wolfe was watching, combined with the velvet friction of her pussy against my cock, I was racing to the finish line. Using my thumb, I rubbed her clit, circling over the hard nub until Amy was panting. I didn’t stop until she cried out my name over and over as she came.
Only then did I let myself go.