Wyatt didn’t know where his restraint was coming from as Thoreau lifted her skirt out of the way so they could see her hand disappear into her already soaked panties. The backs of her fingers barely brushed his cock as she touched herself and he was close to popping.
He wanted to get her on her back, toss that skirt over her head and take her right here on the floor. He wanted to forget about the plan and lose himself inside her, feel her squeeze around him as he made her come.
God, he needed to fuck.
But this needed to be good for her. Thoreau’s plan. Fiona’s fantasy. Teamwork. He was going to make this dream work if it killed him.
Wyatt bit her chin and covered her hand with his own. “As soon as you come for us, Thor’s going to strip you and get a taste of this sweetness. And I’m going to watch, Fiona. No pretending I’m asleep while he fingers you this time. I want to see everything.”
Her eyes opened in surprise and she cried out, her fingers rubbing her clit faster as his words threw her over.
“So fast, but you know what you like, don’t you, baby? So do I. And we’re just getting started.”
“Damn, Wyatt,” Thoreau murmured, taking off his own shirt as he looked between Wyatt and Fiona’s shuddering form. “Not holding back, are you?”
“You know us Finns.” His smile was tight as he watched the last wave of pleasure roll through her body. “We go all in. Got a problem with my plan?”
“No.” Thoreau licked his lips and reached for Fiona. “Hell no.”
Wyatt wanted to groan in pain when her weight left him as Thoreau got her on her feet. He stayed on his knees in front of her while Wyatt got up to pull the table out of the way, knowing they’d need space for what was coming next.
He straightened to find Thoreau in nothing but boxer shorts, grinning wickedly up at Fiona as he dragged her skirt down over her hips to pool at her feet. “This time, I’m peeking,” he teased.
She put her hands on his broad shoulders. “You better be.”
Wyatt couldn’t take his eyes off her. Seeing her like this always took his breath away. Tattoos on her hips, arms and back from books he’d never read, inked onto skin like cream. He knew each and every one of them by heart.
All those piercings in her ears glittered as she turned her head to look at him with eyes gone gray. “Can he taste me now?”
They were waiting for him, he realized. Thoreau was holding back, his muscles almost quivering with restraint.
You take the lead, I follow. He was true to his word.
Wyatt pushed down the front of his shorts to grip the base of his cock, feeling two sets of eyes following his movements. “She’s still wearing clothes, Thor. Why don’t you take her panties off so you can tell me how good she tastes?”
That dominating tone usually only came out with Fiona, but Thoreau didn’t call him out for it. Or for delaying the main event when it was clear from the tent straining his shorts that he was as ready as Wyatt was for more.
The sight of Fiona standing there, holding her breath while Thoreau finally dragged the soaked cotton fabric down her legs to reveal her, bare and glistening, kept Wyatt’s gave riveted to the scene. Part of him felt like he was invading—Thoreau’s feelings for her, his need was clear for Wyatt to see. It was intimate. Palpable. Arousing.
“He wants to touch you while he tongues you, Fiona,” Wyatt told her in a voice gritty with need. “He’s so close to heaven he can smell it. Lavender and—”
“Cedar,” Thoreau ground out.
“And you,” Wyatt finished, unable to stop himself from moving closer. Close enough to press his lips against her shoulder and look down at Thoreau in perfect understanding. This wasn’t just sex for either of them. This was communion. Comfort.
Love.
“Look at him, on his knees for you. That’s where you have us, Fiona. On our knees. Do you like knowing how hard we are? How hungry you’ve made us?”
“Yes,” Fiona whispered, instinctively leaning against him while looking down at Thoreau. “Please, Thoreau.”
At Wyatt’s nod, Thoreau gripped her thighs and buried his face between her legs. His groan was a loud rumble that seemed to vibrate through all of them. Wyatt licked her neck, biting into her shoulder and remembering how she felt under his tongue, empathizing with Thoreau’s greedy growls as he took what they both wanted.
Fiona swayed drunkenly and Wyatt wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing his cock into her back as he held her steady for another man’s mouth.
Thoreau groaned again, spreading her thighs and lifting until she was off her feet. Wyatt bit back a groan when he took the rest of her weight, her body flush against his. “That’s right. I’ve got you. I’ve got you and you’ve got both of us. Do you like this?”
“Oh God,” she whimpered, the back of her head digging into his shoulder with her nod. “Oh my God.”
“He can’t get enough, Fiona,” he growled in her ear. “I know exactly how he feels. One lick of that sweet cream and nothing else ever tastes as good again. Does he have those long fingers of his inside you? Is he hitting that special spot with his tongue that makes your thighs shake and your muscles squeeze tight?”
“Yes,” she cried, her hand reaching down to cup Thoreau’s head. “Don’t stop.”
Wyatt rubbed his cock against her ass and the friction made his knees weak. “He can’t stop until you come for him. He knows it only gets sweeter after you scream. He needs his fix.”
He wanted to slide his hand down the curve of her belly and rub her swollen clit, wanted to be a part of her climax, but he held himself back. This was Thoreau’s turn. He’d have his soon enough.
Fiona’s cries told him she was close. He needed her to be close. “Are you there, baby? Are you going to give him what he’s craving?”
Please. Need to get inside. Have to get inside.
Her body quaked against his in answer and he forced his breathing to slow, not wanting to come with her. Not yet.
Not yet. Need to be inside her.
After a few agonizing minutes that felt like hours, Thoreau lowered her legs and looked up at them, his full lips shining and his breath coming in hard pants. The expression on his face was so fiercely carnal that Wyatt had to look away. Had to have Fiona for himself. Now.
“My turn,” he growled. Before she had the chance to catch her breath, he slipped one hand between her legs from behind and thrust two fingers deep, holding her in place with his arm around her waist.
“Wyatt,” she moaned, struggling weakly against him.
Cupping his cock through his boxers, Thoreau lowered his gaze to watch without a word. Good. He wouldn’t try to stop him, he thought, adrenaline and lust coursing through him. He felt like a goddamn warrior. A conquering hero taking his spoils.
“You want me to stop, Fiona?” Wyatt’s grip around her waist tightened as his fingers sped up. “After watching the way you spread your legs and came down his throat? After waiting months to get back between these thighs?”
She shook her head, looking over her shoulder with wild eyes. “I don’t. I don’t want you to stop. I want you inside me.”
“Right answer.” He loved her so damn much. “That’s where I need to be. I just couldn’t go another second without feeling you soaking my fingers. You know how impatient I always am for this. Sometimes I couldn’t make it through dinner without getting a tease of dessert.”
“I remember,” she gasped, her body flushing with heat and desire.
Thoreau was staring unapologetically, his boxers down around his knees now as he fisted his cock.
Wyatt didn’t let himself acknowledge what the sight was doing to him, focusing instead on the possessive thrill of knowing Thoreau would finally know what it felt like to watch. “Get down on your hands and knees for me, baby.”
She instantly obeyed but looked back at him again. “Are you—”
He knelt down beside her and put a firm hand on her ass. “If you ask me if I’m okay again I
might get one of those complexes your books talk about.”
Thor grunted in amusement as Wyatt moved between her legs.
Oh hell, he didn’t know where they’d put the damn condoms.
The slap of the square package hitting his thigh made him smile at Thoreau. Teamwork. “Thank God.”
He tore the foil with his teeth and slid on the protection before bending over her, his chest to her back as he pressed his finger against her lips. She sucked it into her mouth with a small shudder, knowing what was coming.
“We’ve done this before, haven’t we? The first time you told me about wanting this.” He lifted himself back up, spreading her ass cheeks with dark determination as she nodded and shuddered again. “Back then I didn’t know we’d be here. And I definitely didn’t count on Thor carrying that kind of hammer around. So we’ll have to spend more time getting you ready before we can do this right.”
Fiona gave a husky laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Thoreau speechless.”
He looked up to find Thoreau staring at him with wide eyes.
“Like you didn’t know what you were packing. Not tonight though,” Wyatt said hoarsely. “I can’t wait that long tonight.”
Before anyone could respond to his words, he lined his cock up and thrust deep. “Fuck.”
Missed this. Missed you.
Fiona’s body arched beneath his. “Yes.”
Gripping her shoulder with one hand, he started to move. She was so wet, so primed he didn’t have to go slow. Didn’t have to start easy. He’d never been so grateful, because all he could think about was fucking her. Fucking her. Fucking her. Hard enough that he’d leave his mark behind. Deep enough that she’d never get rid of him.
The flutter of her muscles around him came as a surprise, but it was too fast. “We’re not done yet, Speedy,” he growled. “Not even close.”
He pressed his wet finger between the cheeks of her ass and she lowered her head to the floor, her muffled pleas reaching him through the blood rushing in his ears. She wanted it.
“Please, Wyatt. Please.”
He slowed his thrusts long enough to push inside. “Breathe,” he ordered gruffly. “You’ll be taking a lot more than this if you get your way.”
She breathed out, her knees widening to brace herself as he picked up his rhythm again. He stared as his finger filled her ass, a clear image forming in his mind of his cock buried there, Thoreau beneath her—beneath them—as they both took her.
The visual was hot as hell, burning him from the inside out. “Jesus,” he panted, soaking his hand in her arousal and adding a second finger for the first time. She shouted into the nearest pillow. “That’s right. You can take this. You can take us.”
She was already close again. He may not know a lot about that many things, but he had a fucking degree in making Fiona come. He’d taken night classes and asked for extra credit assignments. He knew every quiver and shudder and what it meant.
“This one’s going to rip the come right out of me, isn’t it, baby? You’ll squeeze me so tight I’ll have no choice.” She groaned in agreement. “And after you’ve wrung me dry, Thor is going to take his turn. He needs to. Just look at how badly that hammer’s hurting.”
Fiona managed to lift her head, her eyes on Thoreau as Wyatt took her over the edge.
His shout was loud and sandpaper-rough as she took him with her. His hips couldn’t stop pumping as his orgasm went on and on. “Fuck. Fiona. Love you, baby. So fucking good.”
He kissed her back as he slid out of her, hissing when his sensitive and still semi-erect cock hit the cooler air.
He wasn’t wrong about how badly Thoreau was hurting. He’d made her come with his mouth, then watched another man fuck her, but he’d still held off, doing nothing more than following Wyatt’s lead. Wyatt wasn’t sure he’d have that kind of patience in his position. Hell, he knew he didn’t.
He watched, his chest tight from the exertion, as Thoreau managed to get her on her back. He kissed her deep while slipping on his own condom and working his way inside.
She was still coming, and Wyatt smiled at Thoreau’s flinch of pained pleasure. She was so tight like that. He knew. He could still feel the aftershocks rippling through him.
He sat down and rolled off his condom, watching her face as Thoreau fucked her. Her expression was ecstatic. Cheeks wet with tears and glowing with pleasure. They’d done this to her. He and Thoreau.
Teamwork makes the dream work.
He swallowed his laughter, thinking how well it fit. They were giving her a dream. One of them anyway. Wyatt would do anything to give her the rest of them, and make a few of his own come true along the way.
Maybe it didn’t have to be a certain way for it to work. Maybe making the woman he loved this happy was all that mattered. Even if it took an assist.
Thor was doing a lot more than assisting at the moment.
Wyatt’s cock twitched and started hardening again. Fiona’s arms were splayed on the floor, head back like a sacrificial offering. He’d think she was in pain, if he hadn’t seen her smile up at Thoreau as he lifted one of her legs out and over her head before pounding her into the pillow he’d placed beneath her hips.
Shit, that was deep.
Thoreau’s firm ass was flexing with every driving thrust, shaking Fiona’s breasts each time he bottomed out. It was impossible to look away from the two bodies in motion, his dark skin slapping against her pale flesh faster. Faster. The sounds and smells of sex filled the air and Wyatt couldn’t resist the need to stroke his shaft again as he watched them together.
Beautiful. They’re beautiful.
Thoreau looked up at him then murmured something to the woman beneath him before pulling out. What are you doing? Don’t stop. Fuck her.
Fiona turned to face Wyatt, her face pink and sweating and stunning, and sent him that smile. The one that was a challenge. The one that made him her slave.
Ah, good man. “Get back over here, firecracker. You’ve got something I want.”
Wyatt scooted toward her on his knees without hesitation, watching her lick her lips and knowing exactly what she wanted.
Fuck, yes.
“It’s not my turn.” But he was rubbing the head of his cock along her damp lips despite his words.
“Sharing is the plan, man. Remember?” Thoreau grasped her hips and plunged back inside her, his fingers clenching and unclenching on her creamy skin. “Fuck, that’s good. We can’t give her everything tonight, you said. But we can give her this together.”
Before Wyatt could respond, Fiona’s lips parted to take him in.
His head dropped back with a groan. “You know I can’t resist that mouth.”
She hummed her agreement against his shaft, her tongue pressing the spot she knew made him shudder. Fuck. How could he be this close? Again?
Thoreau took his hand and placed it on top of Fiona’s head and Wyatt opened his eyes in surprise.
“You might want to hang on,” Thoreau warned, sounding breathless.
Instinctively his fingers threaded through her soft tresses and tightened when Thoreau’s thrusts picked up again, pushing her forward until the head of Wyatt’s cock came up against the back of her throat.
“Jesus.” He tugged her back, seeing tears in her eyes. But she refused to stop, working him with her lips and tongue, moaning louder as the man behind her brought her back to the brink.
Wyatt kept his thrusts shallow, letting Thoreau set the rhythm she needed. He looked up, caught in Thoreau’s penetrating stare as Fiona caressed his tight sac with her hand.
Together. We’re taking her together.
What was happening? Fuck, what—
Wyatt looked down, watching his cock slide into her sweet mouth with each thrust, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop this train. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna…”
Fiona groaned deeply around his shaft, clutching at his hip and holding him in place as Thoreau pounded her into him. She wanted it. Wan
ted him. He couldn’t have denied her if he’d tried. He felt her mouth working around his cock, swallowing his release as he tightened his grip on her hair.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t take his eyes off her. He held his hips rigid as he shouted her name, hearing Thoreau join him. Fiona let out a muffled scream, her fingers digging into Wyatt’s skin and bucking between them as she rode out her own powerful climax.
She was so beautiful like this.
Wyatt dropped to the floor in a boneless pile, his body shaking with the force of that last release, his heart racing too damn fast to be healthy.
But damn, it was good.
“Fuck.” He looked up to see Fiona’s head drooping as she panted, her body trembling and shaking as she slowly recovered. He watched Thoreau kiss her shoulder, tracing her tattoo with his lips. He knew the one.
All good things are wild and free.
It used to make him crazy that she’d marked her body with a quote from the author Thor was named for, though she’d had it long before she met him.
He reached for that feeling again, but any trace of jealousy and resentment had disappeared. There wasn’t room for it inside him. Not with all he felt for Fiona, and his gratitude for Thoreau’s plan, filling up all those spaces inside him.
A month ago, he’d nearly lost his brother and felt sure he was losing Fiona forever. He’d nearly died. Now he was living with her, loving her and trying to let go of his need to define what this was between them.
He was sick of fighting it. Sick of being stuck in the rut he’d made for himself.
Wyatt wasn’t sure how Thoreau’s plan would work in the long term, or if it was even possible. But right now, tonight…? Anything was possible.
Fiona lifted herself up and kissed him. “I’m so happy you’re feeling better.”
Wyatt chuckled against her mouth. “I noticed how happy you were.”
She stared into his eyes, looking, he knew, for hesitation or regret. Looking for him to act the way he always had in the past. He shook his head, smiling. “Just don’t say you told me so.”
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