by Dakota West
Jasper walked around the bed and put his arms around Craig from the back, both of them watching Olivia sleep.
“Is it weird to get in bed with her?” he asked.
“I’m not sleeping on the couch,” Craig said. “She’s the one who fell asleep in our bed.”
Jasper swallowed, trying to fight down his erection, even as Craig pressed himself back against it.
Then he walked to a dresser and took out two pairs of pajama pants, tossing one to Craig.
“She’s already seen us naked,” Craig pointed out.
“Just for propriety’s sake,” Jasper said, stripping his clothes off and putting the pants on himself.
Olivia rolled over in her sleep and sighed, but didn’t wake up, and Craig walked back to Jasper, a light in his eyes.
“You just wait,” he whispered. “She’s gonna be a wildcat once she wakes up, and you’re going to wonder why you were so careful with her.”
Jasper grinned.
“You mean a wild bear?” he asked.
Chapter Eleven
Olivia
Olivia jerked awake suddenly, just as the wolf teeth snapped closed around her ankle. Her eyes shot open and she didn’t recognize anything around her: the huge bed, the bookshelf in the corner, or the view from the bedroom window.
Her eyes focused a little more on the lump in front of her, and slowly, she realized it was a person with brown hair and a reddish beard.
Craig.
The previous night came rushing back to her: the restaurant, the shifting, Buck, the barbecue, and finally, collapsing on the bed “just for a minute.”
A thick, strong arm snaked around her from behind and pulled her against a big, warm body.
Jasper.
She could feel his erection against her lower back, and even though she’d just woken up, something stirred inside Olivia. Her body responded to these men in a way she’d never dreamed possible, like she was made of dry kindling and they were matches.
You’re not what they need, she thought, but she was already pressing herself backward against Jasper, biting her lip as she watched Craig, his perfect, sculpted shoulders rising and falling as he slept.
You could still have some fun, though, she thought. Before they find the right girl.
Slowly, gently, she lifted the heavy comforter to get a better look at Craig. She could tell that Jasper wasn’t naked, and as she lifted the blankets, she quickly found out that Craig wasn’t either.
He did have a hell of an erection, though, and just looking at it made her ache. Olivia squeezed her thighs together, hoping that would quell her hunger, but it just made it worse.
Well, it’s been ten years since you got any action at all, she thought to herself. And fooling around with Tommy Parker once at the only party you ever went to in high school wasn’t exactly a satisfying experience.
She could only imagine the satisfying experience that Craig could give her, but something made her hesitate.
I already slept in their bed without asking, she thought. Peeping at him is just rude.
Sighing mentally, she put the comforter back down and brought her eyes back up.
Craig was awake. Olivia froze, even as she felt caught by his gaze. She held her breath.
Great job checking out someone’s dick while they were asleep, you lunatic weirdo! She thought.
“Good morning,” Craig said. A grin crept onto his face.
“Good morning,” said Olivia. She was still more or less trapped between the two of them, Jasper’s right arm thrown over her and holding her tight.
“Hi,” murmured Jasper behind her. His erection shifted against her back, and Olivia had to close her eyes as the heat rushed to her face.
“Checking out the goods?” Craig asked her, a teasing smile on his sideways face.
Olivia opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.
“I was just seeing if you were wearing pants,” she said. Technically, that was true.
She’d checked, after all. It was afterwards that she’d stared.
“I am, but they’re the removable kind,” Craig said.
“Don’t tease her, she just woke up,” Jasper mumbled from behind her head, burying his face in her hair. “Craig’s the rise-and-shine type. Don’t worry about him.”
“She wasn’t worrying, just curious,” Craig said. He put one hand on her hip and pulled her closer until she was inches from his face.
Please, god, don’t let my breath smell terrible, she thought. Her brain was fogged with sleep and lust, but she was almost certain that Craig and Jasper wanted her.
“Got any more questions? Craig asked.
“Are you this friendly to all the strange girls who fall asleep in your bed?”
“Sure,” he said, grinning. “One hundred percent of them, so far.”
He pushed himself against her, his erection rubbing against her mound, nothing but pajama pants and her thin boxers separating them.
Olivia bit her lip and closed her eyes as pure want flooded through her senses. She was breathing hard and could easily smell the sharp musk of her own arousal, so she was positive that Craig and Jasper could feel it too.
Before she could figure out what to do, she felt lips on her neck, then the slight pull of teeth against her skin. A shiver ran through her, and Olivia’s eyes slid closed.
The next thing she knew, Craig’s mouth was on hers, his beard tickling her chin, and in moments his tongue was in her mouth, locking together with hers.
She was sandwiched between them, and finally, Olivia was pretty sure about what was happening. She moved her hands around Craig’s waist, finally feeling the hard ripple of his muscles there, letting her fingers trace over the ridges and valleys.
Then she felt a hand on her wrist, moving it down, until suddenly her hand was wrapped around his thick cock, grasping it through the soft fabric of Craig’s pajama pants. He made a long, low groan deep in his chest and pressed even harder against her.
For a moment, Olivia panicked, thinking I don’t know what to do! But then instinct took over and she stroked his long, thick erection from root to tip and he moved his hips against hers. His hand traveled over her hips and found Jasper’s cock behind her, trapping the three of them together tightly.
Jasper growled into the back of her next, and Craig’s eyes sparkled. Someone’s fingers found her hard nipples and stroked them through the thin t-shirt she wore.
“Oh, shit,” Olivia said, closing her eyes. Her hips started moving by themselves, pressing her first against one hard erection and then against the other, and she put her other hand around Craig’s cock as well.
He moaned again, pressing his face into her neck. They’d kicked the comforter off by now, and the three of them lay exposed to the air.
In a flash, Olivia had her shirt off, her nipples puckering even more at the cool morning air, and before she had even tossed it to the floor, Craig was on them, swirling his tongue around the pebbled pink flesh and biting gently, the sensation of his teeth making Olivia gasp and moan.
Behind her, Jasper took his pants off and yanked off Olivia’s boxers at the same time, then rubbed his long, hard erection against her back again. Olivia moaned and arched her back. She felt empty and aching, and she couldn’t even remember what concerns she’d had a few minutes ago.
All she could think about was the two men in bed with her, and how much she wanted both of them.
She reached behind her and grabbed Jasper’s cock, sliding it between her legs, rubbing his length against her wet slit. He gripped her shoulder and moaned, running his hand down her body until he’d grabbed her hip, pulling her hard against him.
Then Craig was moving down as well, trailing kisses from her breastbone to her belly to the very top of her mound, before he lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and pressed his tongue against Olivia’s clit.
She gasped, her whole body jerking in anticipation, and she could feel Craig chuckle against her, his hot breath
tickling her.
“You’re wound pretty tight,” Jasper whispered into her ear. He moved his arm around her and pinched a nipple, eliciting a little gasp from the girl.
“It’s been a while,” she moaned.
Craig’s tongue still circled her clit, and Olivia felt like she was being buoyed upwards, through the clouds, her head getting fuzzy. All she could think about was how good it felt and how she wanted more, wanted to feel Jasper and Craig inside her, filling her completely.
“I want you to take me,” she whispered, not caring that it sounded a little like a line from a porno.
Right then, she felt two fingers make their way into her slick channel, and she bit her lip, arching her back as they sought out the sensitive spot on her front wall. Then Craig added another finger, his tongue still lazily flicking back and forth over her clit, Jasper’s cock firmly between her legs, his fingers pinching her nipples.
“Please,” she gasped out, and suddenly, the fingers and tongue left her completely. Olivia looked down just in time to see Craig swirl his tongue around Jasper’s cock and then take the head of it in his mouth, sliding his lips down almost to the root and then bobbing back up.
If she’d been standing, she’d have gone weak in the knees. As it was, she felt almost lightheaded with desire.
Then Craig sat up, Olivia’s leg still on his shoulder, and he took Jasper’s cock in his hand and nestled it right against Olivia’s slick, wet opening. Olivia arched her back and moved her hips and the head of it slid in, then stopped.
Olivia frowned, gasping for breath, and moved her hips backward, desperately wanting to take more of him. Then she felt a slight pinch and grit her teeth together, but it was already over and Jasper was sliding in, burying his face in the back of her neck and moaning as he moved inside her.
She saw sparks as his cock went even deeper, finding every nerve in her channel and stroking each of them, sending her to dizzying heights of pleasure in a single stroke.
“Oh my god,” she whispered as she felt his fingers dig into her hips hard, helping to guide her as he slowly picked up speed.
Olivia barely even noticed when Craig laid back in front of her, her musk on his beard, sneaking his hand down to circle her clit as he licked at her nipples. Jasper’s hand left her hip and made its way to Craig’s cock, stroking its length in time with his own thrusts. Olivia could feel the groans of the two men practically making the whole bed shake, and she grabbed onto Craig’s thick torso as if to keep herself from flying off into space.
She came without warning. One moment everything felt wonderful, and the next, she felt like she was shattering into a thousand pieces, cracking from the core outward. She could barely breathe or think or do anything but moan and grab Craig as tightly as possible, no longer in control of her own body.
She rode the wave for long seconds, feeling the contractions spasm through her body, until finally she opened her eyes to see Craig grinning at her, his smile nearly splitting his face in half.
Olivia was baffled, but then Jasper grabbed her even harder, his arm tight around her once more, and she felt him thrust even deeper once, then twice, and then she could feel him come inside her as she stared into Craig’s eyes, totally speechless.
Gradually, Jasper let her go, still covering the back of her neck with kisses as they separated. Now Craig’s arm was around her, her own scent still on his beard, and he drew her toward him, his thick cock hard against her belly.
“You’re not finished, are you?” he asked, his tone almost teasing.
Olivia felt a sudden throb deep inside at his words.
“I guess not,” she said, arranging her face into what she hoped was a sly smile.
Then, without warning, Craig rolled her on top of him, lying down and face to face. Olivia pulled her knees up so she was kneeling over his hips, then took his cock in her hand, biting her lip as she did.
Inches away, Jasper watched, looking spent but fascinated. He reached out to tweak one nipple, and Olivia gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Craig murmured.
“Do you say that to all the naked girls who straddle you?” Olivia asked, teasing, her hands still on his cock.
He grinned and grabbed her by the hips, moving her as easily as if she were a rag doll until his cock was right at her entrance, both hands still wrapped around it.
Olivia let herself sink down onto it, feeling all the same mind-obliterating pleasure she’d gotten from Jasper. She could barely stay upright on her knees, but Craig’s strong hands were on her, keeping her up as she began bouncing, desperately seeking pleasure.
“Wait,” Craig growled. “Stop moving for a minute.”
Olivia opened her eyes, frowning slightly, and stopped, letting herself sink all the way onto Craig’s cock, making a noise in her throat as she did, another spike of pleasure making its way into her brain.
“Just move your hips a little,” Craig said. “Forward.”
She did, and gasped with pleasure as he hit pleasure spots she hadn’t known existed.
“Oh my god,” she said again, starting to move her hips back and forth, both hands on Craig’s perfect, sculpted chest.
Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, feeling like there was so much going on inside her that she couldn’t handle any outside stimulation.
“Oh my god,” she said again. “Craig, Jasper, oh my god, this feels so good,” she gasped.
Then Olivia’s mind went totally blank. She felt like her hips were moving on their own, faster and faster, until at last she came, a sensation almost like flying, like leaping off a cliff. Nothing else existed in the universe except for the three of them, Craig inside her and under her, Jasper sliding his hand over hers on Craig’s chest.
As the waves slowed, she finally opened her eyes again, moving her hips slower now. Suddenly, she realized that Craig was soft inside her.
“Did you finish?” she gasped.
He responded by swatting her ass gently and then moving her off of him, burying his face in her neck.
Olivia took that as her answer.
She laid on her back between the two men, her mind fuzzy but satisfied. She still couldn’t believe that it had happened, and despite her pure happiness at the moment, she still felt a tweak of uncertainty and worry.
What is this? She wondered. Should I have not given it up on the second date? Should I have played harder to get?
Outside the door, she suddenly heard a faint whining, and on either side of her, both men sighed.
“I’ll take Ninety out if you make us breakfast,” Craig offered.
“You always offer that,” said Jasper.
“You’re better at making breakfast than I am,” said Craig. “Whenever we do it the other way you complain about whatever I decide to make.”
He rolled over onto his side, tossing one arm over Olivia and rested his chin on her shoulder.
Jasper seemed to consider this point for a few moments.
“Fine,” he said, rolling toward Olivia as well and throwing an arm over her.
Then he kissed Craig, Craig kissed Olivia, and Jasper kissed Olivia, and everyone got out of bed.
Chapter Twelve
Craig
When Craig and Ninety Nine got back to the house, Olivia was sitting at the counter on a stool watching Jasper cook and sipping on a cup of coffee. He fed the dog, then came into the kitchen.
“Smells good,” he said.
“I offered to help, but I got rejected,” Olivia said.
“Happens to me all the time,” Craig said.
“Don’t complain that I make breakfast for you,” Jasper teased. “Sit down and drink your coffee.”
Craig grinned and squeezed Jasper’s ass just a little on the way out.
“Orders are orders,” he said, and took a seat next to Olivia at the counter.
“I guess you need a ride back in a little while,” he said, casually.
A look of total horror crossed Olivia�
��s face, and Craig stared in shock.
She looked at him.
“Can I borrow your phone?” she asked. “My mom probably thinks I’m dead.”
Craig handed her his, and she walked across the room to make the call.
“Mom,” Craig heard. “No, listen, I’m fine. No. Yes. It was pretty bad.”
A long pause.
“Craig and Jasper.”
Another long pause.
“Can we talk about this later?”
A very, very long pause, long enough for Craig to face Jasper and drink some more coffee.
“Lydia’s a hell of a character,” he said.
“Okay, mom,” Olivia said. “I will. Yes. Yes. I love you too.”
She took the phone away from her face, looking relieved.
“She hadn’t reported me missing yet, but only because she called the restaurant and grilled everyone there until they told her that I left with two people matching your description,” she said, handing Craig’s phone back. “She wasn’t thrilled, but I’ve actually heard worse.”
The restaurant, Craig thought. We should probably go over there today and try to smooth things over.
Olivia went quiet, staring into her coffee mug. Ninety came over and put her head on the girl’s leg, but Olivia kept on staring into her drink, absentmindedly petting the dog.
“She likes you,” said Craig. “She doesn’t like everyone.”
“Really? She’s such a sweetheart,” Olivia said, still seeming distracted.
Even cooking pancakes, Jasper noticed.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
Olivia went quiet for seconds on end, looking down into Ninety Nine’s eyes.
“Olivia?”
“Look, this is going to sound kind of crazy coming right now but that’s kind of my thing lately, so, what are we doing here? Was this just a one-time thing?” she blushed hard, her face turning bright pink as she kept petting the dog.
Ninety, at least, was in heaven. Craig’s heart sank through the floor.
“No?” he said.