Louis kissed the curve of my shoulder while Levi’s hands caressed my thighs through the thin fabric of my dress. My skin tingled under every touch and ev breath they took around me.
His jaw clenched. “Olivia…
“Don’t stop.” I begged, breathless. When I pulled off Levi for just a moment, my voice cracked open with need. “Please… don’t stop
“Levi, I breathed, pulling back just enough to look at him. I’m no longer drugged. I know what I’m doing. And I’m not going in… I just want to feel you.”
I I was suspended between them. One wrapped in my mouth, the other licking my pussy like I was made of starlight and sin.
“You’re burning up, he murmured, his voice husky.
Louis’s mouth moved down, lips brushing over my stomach. Levi cupped my cheek again, whispering something I couldn’t quite hear through the haze, but I felt it in his tone. It was adoration, desire, and love.
Levi’s hands tightened on my hips, his breath ragged as I increased my pace in stroking him.
The heat was unbearable-in the best, most wicked way.
Levi pulled me back up, capturing my lips in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. tasting himself on me. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes searched mine, wild with hunger and possession.
I leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting his restraint. My hands moved between us, wrapping his hardened cock. His breath stuttered against my lips as I began to stroke him with slow, deliberate care, savoring the weight and heat of him.
Then he pulled me up into another kiss, his lips crashing against mine, full of hunger and restraint all at once. I could feel the tremble in his hands as they held my waist, the fire behind his darkened eyes.
“I wasn’t planning to,” Louis murmured, his voice rough and thick with desire. Then his mouth returned to my pussy, hungrier this time-more desperate, like he couldn’t get enough.
Unexpectedly, I flipped us over and made Levi lay on the bed while I sat on him.
Behind me, Louis pulled back only for a second, his finger sliding in re his mouth had just been, teasing the edge of my sanity. I gasped around Levi, my thighs trembling, my body caught in a relentless tide between them.
Levi kissed along my collarbone hie hand cradling my in grounding me. But I needed
“Don’t stop,” I begged, breathless. When I pulled off Levi for just a moment, my voice cracked open with need. “Please… don’t stop.”
“Levi, I breathed, pulling back just enough to look at him. “I’m no longer drugged, 1 know what I’m doing. And I’m not going in… I just want to feel you.”
I was suspended between them. One wrapped in my mouth, the other licking my pussy like I was made of starlight and sin.
“You’re burning up,” he murmured, his voice husky.
Louis’s mouth moved down, lips brushing over my stomach. Levi cupped my cheek again, whispering something I couldn’t quite hear through the haze, but I felt it in his tone. It was adoration, desire, and love.
Levi’s hands tightened on my hips, his breath ragged as I increased my pace in stroking him.
The heat was unbearable-in the best, most wicked way.
Levi pulled me back up, capturing my lips in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, tasting himself on me. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes searched mine, wild with hunger and possession.
I leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting his restraint. My hands moved between us, wrapping his hardened cock. His breath stuttered against my lips as I began to stroke him with slow, deliberate care, savoring the weight and heat of him.
Then he pulled me up into another kiss, his lips crashing against mine, full of hunger and restraint all at once. I could feel the tremble in his hands as they held my waist, the fire behind his darkened eyes.
“I wasn’t planning to,” Louis murmured, his voice rough and thick with desire. Then his mouth returned to my pussy, hungrier this time-more desperate, like he couldn’t get enough.
Unexpectedly, I flipped us over and made Levi lay on the bed while I sat on him.
Behind me, Louis pulled back only for a second, his finger sliding in where his mouth had just been, teasing the edge of my sanity. I gasped around Levi, my thighs trembling, my body caught in a relentless tide between them.
Levi kissed along my collarbone, his hand cradling my jaw, grounding me. But I needed more-all of him.
They worshipped me.
Something missing.
His hand gripped my jaw, making me meet his gaze. “Look at me. Stay right here. You don’t move until I say so.
He exhaled deeply. “With you. With this. Lennox is… intense. You know that.
He leaned forward slightly, his mouth brushing my car. “You’ll learn not to test me, Olivia.”
His posture was tense. A glass of whiskey in his hand. His head was bowed, hair falling over his eyes.
The fire was low, casting flickering shadows across the room. Books were scattered across the desk.
“More,” I gasped. “Don’t stop-please, more…”
I whimpered in pleasure. but
Beneath me, his cock pressed against my folds, teasing and hot. He didn’t push in, but the weight of him there was torture. My hips rolled instinctively, seeking more, Louis’s hands locked onto my thighs.
But I could feel it-the pain raging inside him.
“Keep those legs open. I don’t like repeating myself.”
He brought me forward, dragging my folds slowly over his length-tip to base and back again. I cried out, the stimulation unbearable in the best way. Still, he didn’t enter. Not even a little.
I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket, closing my eyes. I let the memory of Lennox guide me-his scent, his presence, the storm in his eyes-and reached for that invisible tether between us.
I cried out, the sound raw and broken, as a wave of pleasure crashed through me sharp, pulsing, endless. My/legs trembled, my thighs clamped tight around Levi, my nails dug into his chest as the orgasm rolled through me like lightning.
“I’ll give you everything when you’ve earned it.
And the pain I saw in them nearly brought me to my knees.
“Just like that,” he growled. “Let me feel all of you,”
“Louis-“I gasped, my fingers burying in his hair as I rode the ridge of him. “Don’t stop…”
And the worst part?
And they didn’t.
My body was still shaking from the aftermath, the waves of pleasure still humming under my skin when Louis’s grip on my waist shifted, strong, possessive.
You’re going to make him lose it,” Louis murmured against my skin, his mouth still close to my breast, his voice low and wicked.
Levi’s cock rubbed at my entrance, the swollen head teasing me with every rock of my hips. It was torture. Sweet, burning, sacred torture.
My breath hitched.
Levi’s forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged. Louis kissed along my back, his fingers coaxing more pleasure from my body than I thought possible.
Louis’s grip tightened on my waist as I rolled my hips over him again and again, the thick length of him sliding along my soaked folds. The friction was maddening, every drag of his cock against me sparking lightning behind my eyes.
Louis kissed my spine, a smile in his voice. “And you’re not done yet…”
“I won’t,” he muttered around my skin, voice thick, lips never leaving my breast. “Not until you fall apart again.”
To my side, Levi watched with parted lips, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with dark hunger. He reached down, wrapping a hand around himself, stroking in slow, rhythmic motions as he watched Louis dominate the moment.
His fingers slid between my thighs again, spreading me gently. Then. chumb found my clit, circling it in slow, purposeful strokes that made my entire body jolt with sensation.
I sat up slowly, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself. The warmth of their touch couldn’t chase away the hollow in my chest.
“I do,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his, teasing him. “I feel every twitch…. every ache you’re holding back.”
I watched as he tensed, his body straining as he came, his head tipped back, his face caught in that perfect, broken bliss. The sight sent another wave of heat rolling through me.
The room around me faded.
His body went rigid.
Levi groaned, his hips shifting up instinctively, the thick head of him grinding against my entrance with more pressure. I gasped, clutching his shoulders, the sensation so intense I saw stars.
His hands gripped me tight, stilling me mid-motion, and before I could speak, he pulled me off him with a sharp breath.
“Switch,” he said flatly to Levi.
To the side, I caught Levi watching us, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched, his hand wrapped around himself as he stroked slowly, almost reverently. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, watching every move I made.
Louis’s arms circled me first, his chest rising and falling under me. Levi shifted in closer, his hand brushing my hair back, his lips ghosting over my temple.
I never wanted it to stop.
Behind me, Louis wasn’t idle.
Louis reached for me, his fingers catching mine. “Liv… he’s struggling.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.