Wild Dreams: A Friends to Lovers romance (Wilder Irish Book 12), Mari Carr [motivational books for men .TXT] 📗

his finger along his lover’s ass crack. They’d only spent two nights as a threesome and their play had been limited to simply sharing Erin, taking turns making love to her.

Tonight, Oliver wanted more. A hell of a lot more.

Leaning closer, he bit Gavin’s tattooed shoulder, even as he kept directing Erin forward and back on their lover’s dick. She was watching them now, so she wasn’t missing anything. Something she proved when she hummed her approval.

“I’m going to fuck your ass tonight,” Oliver murmured to Gavin. “Going to fuck you while you fuck our girl.”

Gavin jerked and Oliver chuckled, aware he was pushing Gavin to his breaking point when he pushed Erin closer, driving his dick deeper into her mouth.

“She’s, Jesus, I’m…” Gavin said, his words fading as his eyes clenched with a pleasure that looked like pain.

“Take him all the way in, Erin,” Oliver demanded. “Show him, swallow him down.”

He’d taught Erin how to open her throat shortly after they’d started sleeping together. Their woman gave seriously amazing head, something Gavin hadn’t experienced yet.

“Goddammit!” Gavin swore through clenched teeth. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

“Good.”

“Fuck, Ollie,” Gavin said. “I want…”

“You want it all. You want to come in our pretty girl’s mouth and her pussy. And you want me in your ass.”

Gavin’s hand covered Oliver’s in Erin’s hair, but Oliver couldn’t tell if he was trying to stop him or drive Erin deeper, faster. He was close to coming, that much was obvious.

“Do it,” Oliver prodded. “Come in her mouth. She wants it as bad as you do.”

Erin hummed her assent, her eyes pleading Gavin for exactly what Oliver was offering.

Whatever tenuous grip Gavin had on his control slipped, and his hips flew forward, moving to take even more. Three thrusts later and he was coming.

Erin swallowed every drop, her gaze shifting from Gavin’s face to Oliver’s as Gavin called out both of their names.

Oliver had never seen so much love written in another person’s expression before, never heard his name spoken with such genuine desire, and he wondered how he’d lived a single minute of his life without these two in it.

Oliver released his grip on her hair, massaging her scalp gently. Neither he nor Gavin had been gentle with her. “Are you okay?” he whispered, suddenly worried they’d gone too far.

Erin grinned. “I want to do that every night.”

Oliver chuckled at Erin’s desire and the look of pure amazement on Gavin’s face. “You wasted a whole year, bro.”

Gavin shook his head, and Oliver got the sense his best friend was still trying to figure out if all of this was real or if he was dreaming. “I’m an idiot,” he said at last.

Reaching down, he and Gavin both helped Erin stand, her hands still tied behind her back. Oliver wrapped his arms around her, kissing her as he loosened the scarf, freeing her.

“Think I could convince you guys to lose your clothes?”

“Keep trying to tell us what to do, sweet girl, and I’m going to use one of those scarves as a gag.”

“You say that like it’s a threat,” she joked.

Gavin chuckled. “We’re never gonna win. Even with two of us, I think we’re outnumbered when it comes to Erin.” As he spoke, Gavin shrugged off his shirt and dropped it to the ground before kicking off his jeans as well.

Oliver raised one eyebrow. “Would have thought you’d learned a lesson about going commando.”

“Refer back to my previous statement. I’m an idiot. Get undressed, Ollie. I’ve spent too many years wanting you inside me again. My patience is gone.”

Oliver decided there was a time for drawing out the sexual anticipation, taking his time. And then there was tonight. His desires matched Gavin’s perfectly.

The first time they’d had sex, it had been amazing, but there had been that missing piece, that one part of the equation that would have made the night perfect.

Glancing at Erin, who was climbing onto the bed, everything fell into place. She crooked her finger at them, and again Gavin proved any restraint on his part was going to be nonexistent the rest of the night.

He crawled over Erin, who parted her legs for him. Resting his upper body weight on his elbows, he kissed her, long and deep and passionately. Oliver shifted to the foot of the bed for a better view. As much as he loved being a part of the kissing, watching was just as hot.

Gavin murmured sweet words as his lips traveled along Erin’s soft cheek to her ear. “So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

Erin lifted her legs, wrapping her ankles around Gavin’s waist, her hands tangling in his hair. “Need you,” she whispered. “Need you so much.”

Gavin’s recovery time—considering how hard he’d just come from Erin’s blowjob—was impressive to say the least. He shifted until the head of his dick rested at the opening to her body. He pressed in no more than an inch before halting.

“Shit. Condom.” He started to pull out, but Erin’s legs tightened around him, holding him in place.

“I’m on the Pill.”

She and Oliver had done away with condoms a few months into their relationship.

Gavin studied her face for a moment before turning to look at Oliver.

Oliver grinned. “There’s nothing like going bareback.”

Gavin frowned. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. Ever.”

Erin reached up and turned his face back to her. “It’s up to you. I’m just saying—”

Her invitation was cut short when Gavin thrust inside her to the hilt. He took her with a single hard push before he froze, buried deep.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “Holy. Shit.” Then he started kissing her again.

Oliver remained where he was for only a minute more. It was all he could manage before his body demanded that he get in on the action. He crossed to the side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer, retrieving a condom and the tube of lubrication.

Gavin had started thrusting inside Erin, and given the groans and moans from both of them, Oliver realized he was dangerously close to