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Once Olivia is lost in her pleasure, limp from her release, the three of us all seem to come back to ourselves in a single sweep.

“Fuck. We should bring her up to her room.” Nick wipes a hand down his mouth and glances at the door. “I’d hate to meet her parents for the first time like this.”

I growl low. He’s right. This was irresponsible, but so fucking worth it.

Matteo gathers her up, and we get her upstairs. Which room she occupies is easy to determine with a brief peek. It’s swathed in pale greens and blues and whites, all colors I’m used to seeing her in. All colors that make her hair bright and her skin glow.

I crawl onto her bed and tug her over me, sliding into her pussy with ease. She’s soaking but still tight, gripping me in her haze. Her moan against my throat vibrates my skin and reinforces the powerful connection I feel for her.

Grabbing handfuls of her ass, I make room for Nick to kneel behind her. His groan as he slides against her reverberates within her, then me.

I have to admit, I like the feel of her being so full.

Surprisingly, having another cock inside her, separated by a thin layer of muscle, makes this all the hotter.

Olivia responds beautifully. Now that we’ve broken her down, it’s time to see how many times we can make her come collectively.

I bet it’s a lot.

We give her a small reprieve, letting her lie against my chest until her muscles grow tense and her hips begin to move.

I wave Matteo over, and his bulk dips the edge of the bed. Coaxing her up, I turn her toward him and his waiting cock. Olivia’s mouth opens without any instruction.

“Such a good fucking girl.” And she is. Perfectly submissive. Bold enough to ask for what she wants and shut down what she doesn’t. There’s not a lot that she doesn’t.

At least.

So far.

When the hurt of finding her with Matteo bled away into dirty thoughts, dirty scenes, dirty scenarios, this moment became inevitable.

When I voiced those details to Nick and Matteo, I watched the slow reveal unfurl the same images in their minds.

When I explained how we would share her, they wanted it too.

It’s odd, unknown, uncomfortable in a new way. By the way we’re all fucking her, there’s no denying we’re all enjoying it.

The fact that I can still have her alone after this helps me let go.

Lifting her further has her breasts swinging against my chest, and I take them both into my hands, sucking one down.

Olivia moans around Matteo’s cock, and Nick gives her more focused thrusts, short and hard. The jiggling of her ass, curves, tits makes me want to take a bite out of her. Especially when she bears down on us.

I counter Nick’s thrusts, keeping mine slow, long, and deep. She shudders, struggling against the pleasure.

I kiss my way up the column of her throat, squeezing her breasts in my hands. Pinching her nipples until she cries and grinds against her oncoming orgasm.

“Be a good girl and come.”

She pulses around me—once, twice, three times—and she shatters.

Fuck, she feels good when she comes. Around my cock, my fingers, my tongue. I’m addicted to it. To her.

Nick swears behind her, hands kneading her ass. I nod at him. None of us are going to come away clean. I’ll gladly clean her duvet and sheets for her after.

Matteo grunts beside us, hand twisting in her hair as Olivia’s elbows weaken and wobble. He pulls nearly free from her mouth, rubbing her lips with his head, and I swear the man is edging himself.

He’s so very good at denying her until she breaks. So many new games come to mind. Far more than we can act out today.

Nick wraps an arm around her shoulders, lifting her away from me but sharpening the angle of her core as she milks us. He whispers something in her ear that drops her mouth open, has her nodding.

Olivia’s thighs tense around my hips, and my hands brace her legs, her hips, loosely.

Nick’s free hand crawls over her cleft, rubbing her in time with his own strokes.

Fuck. She’s struggling against her pleasure on instinct. Trying to preserve herself before her body jerks, launches forward against his grip, but he’s unrelenting, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until she flutters around us again.

Her crash is hard, eyes drifting back, and she sinks into it so perfectly as Nick follows behind her. I can feel him pulsing inside of her, and his forehead finds her shoulder as he shudders.

Their moment is relatively short, but I can’t make myself break their connection. I don’t want any interference on my own. It’s a new balance to consider, and I weave it into the control I can’t help but want over her.

When Nick retreats, Matteo takes his place, and the sound Olivia makes when he takes her ass sends heat straight through me.

The strength he has in holding her down, powering into her, I should feel jealous of how different we are, but now that he’s not keeping anything back, I feel a kinship in how desperately he wants her.

I want her the same way. I want to destroy her in the best ways.

And we do, coming inside of her almost simultaneously.

It’s only the start.

Unsure of how much time we have, the moves and switches happen frequently. And we all get a taste of coming in her when she’s stuffed full. It’s a decadent feeling, and surprisingly, I want more of it.

I will certainly need to clean her duvet, but now that I have her tucked under me as Matteo and Nick slowly peruse her room—something I did as well as I waited my turn—all of my focus is on her.

I tuck her hair away from her face, pink from exertion and a plethora of orgasms. I lost count, but has she, I wonder?

Her dreamy green eyes blink up at me, and a small smile curves her lips.

“You okay?”

“Mmm.” Olivia nods as if words escape her. Maybe they do. We’ve been demanding of her.

I laugh softly and kiss along her jaw and throat. “I promise to clean you and your bed up properly when we’re through.”

Her laugh shakes her body, but little sound accompanies it. Those tender fingers wrap in my hair loosely. My poor girl has to be spent.

Yet, she feels so glorious under me, around me. Hot and wet and still so responsive.

It’s difficult to not take my time with her body, even though I’ve had so much of it today. I always want to draw things out, take as much as I can, give her even more. Now though, I’ve taken so much that I’m beginning to feel selfish.

Instead of dwelling on it for too long, I kiss her, and the power of her mouth moving against mine washes those anxieties away.

She’s mine right this second. And it’s not going to change anytime soon.

Olivia nips my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth for a small but solid bite. I groan, thrusting my hips with a little more force. It catches her breath, and I’m set on getting her to come at least once more before we’re through.

I rear up on my arms and grind myself into her until she gasps again. Her hands find my waist, fingers splayed as if transfixed by the way my muscles move.

Her pale skin is flushed and striped with red marks from all of our hands grabbing and holding onto her. Hips smacking against her thighs and ass.

A cool shower after this will help her from being too stiff and sore after. A rub down with her favorite lotion will help too.

It’s strange to be thinking of aftercare when we’re still having sex, but my heart is twisting in strange ways for her.

Redirecting myself, I hook her knees in my hands, spreading her thighs a little wider, lifting her hips to hit an angle that I know will detonate us both.

The way her breathing hitches, stays unsteady, and her core strangles me, I know I’ve found it.

I can’t catch my breath either, and this time, I don’t try to prolong it, even if I want to spend the rest of my hours and days just like this.

Slowing my pace sustains her pleasure, I just need a minute or two to catch up. I want to come with her. For us to be together in that state of bliss. It’s not typical for me, but I can time this right if I try.

I can deepen this connection the way I’m craving.

When she clamps down on me, it’s like a punch to the gut, and I’m tumbling faster than I imagined I could.

I lean down to be closer, hooking her knees over my arms so that I can kiss her. We moan together, and the pleasure is wrapping around emotions I haven’t acknowledged yet. Ones I haven’t worried over for nearly a decade.

She’s breaking apart, and I’m thrusting harder, letting my own ecstasy take over until I’m spilling myself inside of her.

Her nails scratch down my shoulders and arms, and I slowly sink myself into her, kissing her neck and chest as her fingers filter through my damp curls.

And I’m a fucking goner. I’m absolutely, irrevocably in love with Olivia.