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“Oh god,” I cry quietly, moving my hips, feeling as if I can’t move my hand fast enough.
Wells props himself up and locks eyes with me. “Keep your eyes on them, baby. Stay with them. Let me take care of you.”
I do.
I watch Brooks and Brody as my clit pulses, and Wells finger fucks me.
My body climbs higher than it’s ever been. And it feels like it’ll never end, but a part of me never wants it to.
I hear Wells whispering in my ear, but I don’t know what he says because my eyes are locked on Brooks’.
Because the moment Wells took over, Brooks didn’t take his eyes off me.
He’s staring into my goddamn soul as he fucks Brody faster and faster. We’re all so connected it feels like he’s fucking me. But I guess in a way he is.
I lie legs spread, tits out, facing Brooks. Wanting him to watch. Needing him to.
He keeps his eyes on mine as he takes Brody’s mouth, kissing him between grunts. I’m so locked in, I don’t even move when Brody starts jerking himself off.
Because without a doubt, in this moment, we’re awe.
I get it. I understand why we chilled. The connection was the way to sex.
“Let that pussy come. Soak my hand, Margot,” Wells rasps as I feel it happening.
It almost burns. My face morphs, my mouth unable to close, as I feel like I’m curling up inside myself.
Brooks tips his head back as Brody viciously tugs his cock.
And then, like a miracle, my body explodes into a white light.
My orgasm is guttural and deep, with my hands curled around the fabric of their blanket. Everything goes black because I squeeze my eyes shut so hard that when I open them, breathless, with sore hands, I see stars.
And see Brody and Brooks coming together.
I’m trembling, breathless, and spent. My pussy still throbs and contracts as I blink, coming down from the high.
“You’re beautiful this way,” Wells whispers, kissing me endlessly over my cheeks and neck.
The slick sounds of his fingers leaving me make me shiver before I follow the path of his soiled hand. I have to lift my head and look behind myself. But it’s worth it because I get to see Wells lick his fingers clean.
“You ate mine.” He grins. “So I eat yours.”
I don’t have any words. Especially when he adds, “And never worry about what you taste like, Margot. It’s fucking delicious.”
That’s when he kisses me.
I hear the shower cut off as he pulls away.
“We should take one,” I say.
But Wells wraps his arms around me, this time pulling the blanket over us.
“You sleep with me on you.”
I don’t get to argue because I’m held hostage by the way he says it, like it’s totally normal. And the way he snuggles me so that his arm cross-bodies my chest makes me let out a very relaxed breath.
Wells nuzzles my neck. “I’m so glad you said yes.”
