Stephen seems more relaxed. He smacks her ass again. “On your knees for me. Give my brother a show.”
Good girl that she is, she goes down on Stephen. She doesn’t hesitate to deepthroat him, to work his cock as she pushes back against me, grinding against me until my cock twitches. All in one motion, she’s back in my lap. Stephen slams into her hard and groans so deep and needy that I’m jealous for half a second.
Then she kisses my chest and down my abdomen, with her hand wrapped around my cock. Stephen groans. “Suck him, baby.”
She obeys without question. Her hot mouth wraps around my cock again. She bounces between his cock and mine. Stephen chuckles. “You like having two cocks, baby?”
She groans in answer, her body trembling as she continues. As Stephen increases his pace, Olivia frees her mouth and moans so deep and low.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop. Please, Stephen. Fuck,” she pants.
Stephen pulls out of her and tosses her on the bed next to me. He glances at me, then strips slowly. Olivia squirms as she watches. I follow suit, ditching my clothes while my eyes are on Olivia.
She looks between us as she teases her clit with her fingers with her legs spread so she can put on a show for us. She’s a fucking goddess. Stephen strokes a hand up her thigh. “You want more?”
“Yes. I want you both,” she groans.
“Then suck Chase’s cock. Show us how badly you want us,” Stephen orders.
She rolls onto her belly and does as she’s told. She sucks me better than I’ve ever been sucked. No one can compare to her, her mouth on me, her groans. Stephen fucks her slowly, his hips rolling. I lose myself in the sexy insanity.
It doesn’t take long once we find our groove. I obey Stephen as willingly as Olivia, happy just to have this experience. All too soon, I fill her throat and Stephen fills her pussy. I collapse on his bed and Olivia groans, then climbs up my body to kiss along my chest. Stephen laughs softly and stands.
“Olivia, you’re not done.” Stephen chuckles. “Come here and get me hard again.”
She bites her lip, then crawls over to him, licking up his cock. Stephen slides his fingers through her hair. “We’re going to show Chase exactly how good you can be.”
Olivia
Istare at my ceiling, watching the fan turn in lazy circles. I can’t stop thinking about last night. Being with both of them was hot, but there was so much tension in the room. I felt like I was cheating on Chase right in front of him, but how can I say no to Stephen?
I’ve been stuck in this train of thought since I left their house. Stephen wanted me to spend the night, but I found an excuse not to. And it had nothing to do with Chase’s starry eyes or Stephen’s hopeful face. It had everything to do with me calling myself a slut—a dirty, disgusting slut for fucking both of them. Brothers. At the same time. Even worse, I enjoyed it.
Groaning, I drag a pillow over my face and scream. This is the kind of thing that I want to share with Jane and Iz, but I can’t even find the words. How can I say anything about this without sounding awful? Fucking Stephen, my boss, more than twenty years older than me, that was one thing. It was hot, forbidden, a dream.
Fucking them both is…wrong. Brothers? Even worse.
But last night was amazing. Just having Chase watch made everything more intense. Stephen was all worked up and fucked me harder than he ever had. He was demanding, wild, and I loved it. Every single delicious second of it. Chase, gentle and sweet. The differences between the way they touched me made every inch of my skin more sensitive than I could bear.
Is it worse that I let it happen or that I want it to happen again? That I can’t let either of them go or that I’m happy to have them together? Or am I just a crazy brand of fucked up?
Still, Stephen’s right. I can’t have him when my dad has made it clear he’ll kill Stephen for even looking too long. And I can’t—won’t—give up Chase. The way he looks at me, the way he worships me and dotes on me is addictive. Who am I kidding, they’re both crack to me. I can’t drop either of them.
No matter how fucked up it is.
Which is why we continue our agreement for another week. Chase gets to watch and participate in our threesomes, but Stephen gets his alone time with me too. Chase grumbles a bit after, but then we go to an event or party and he perks up. I like having quality time with both of them separately and then having breakfast together.
At one party, all three of us sneak away to “talk,” but Stephen and Chase crush me between them. Stephen tips my chin up as Chase cups my tits. “Want to fuck us both tonight, or just me?” Stephen asks.
Chase’s fingers tighten on my nipples in response and I moan. But before I can answer, I hear a gasp and look over. I see movement from the door and realize we didn’t close it all the way. My eyes flick to Stephen. He’s never this careless.
“It’s fine,” he insists. “Everyone here is drunk.”
“Not drunk enough or they would have joined,” Chase growls.
I’m not stupid. I know how heated both can get when they have to share, even though Chase always backs down. That’s not to say that they like the situation. They just tolerate it…for me.
But depending on who saw us, that can change fast.