Page 145 of Accidental Theirs

What if I snap?

She shakes her head, climbing off me with shaking legs.

“Think you can ride me? Or do I need to flip you over?” Sebastian asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“I can do it." She’s stubborn, and it makes my heart swell even in this wanton situation.

“Liv—”

She kisses me soundly and then straddles Sebastian’s lap.

Her thighs are still trembling, and I chuckle, watching her look like a baby gazelle while she’s guiding him into her.

The jealousy boils up in me only briefly, when Sebastian sweeps her hair back from her face and kisses along her jawline, thrusting up into her.

I look away, stomach churning, but then Olivia’s moans draw me back.

Sebastian must be hitting it just right, because she’s gone all stiff, like a mannequin for him to pose.

Her breasts bounce as she pants, working her hips down on his.

It’s maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life, and my cheeks flush as my spent dick twitches under the covers.

“Oh, Bash, Bash, I’m going to come.”

“That’s right,” Sebastian grunts, spearing into her. “Come all over my cock, little girl.”

Jesus.

I’ve never really thought of Sebastian asrealcompetition, not because he isn’t attractive, and he clearly knows what he’s doing in the bedroom, but because he never seemed interested in her romantically.

He’s always the first one to say he’ll step back from the situation, take his hat out of the ring. But the way he swept her hair back, how soft his eyes were....

Sebastian cries out in an animalistic fashion when he spills inside her, a little dramatic if you ask me, but Olivia seems to like it, and that’s what matters.

I hurry to the bathroom for a cool cloth to wipe her down, as Sebastian hisses and pulls out of her, her lying between us.

I thought I’d regret doing this, but honestly, it’s been a good experience.

Sebastian and I get along well, and I think it’d have been worse with Damien.

Damien.

I’d almost forgotten about him.

The sexual tension between Olivia and Damien is too thick, and he worries me more than Sebastian. If he’s the father, he’ll step up, and I’m concerned that Olivia will be swayed.

But right now, she’s nestled between me and Sebastian, spent and sweating, her eyes drifting shut, and I can’t be worried about anything else.

Sebastian has an arm around her waist, and he’s already softly snoring, in his element, clearly.

I’d wager this isn’t his first group sex experiment. We’re definitely not his first.

Olivia nuzzles against me. “Are you okay?”

Her voice sounds small and far away, and I feel guilty that she’s worried about me.

“Me? I’m perfect, Liv. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”