Paint

by Becca Jameson

  Olivia giggled. “Isn’t he adorable, honey? He’s on lookout.” And then she changed her tone to a lower pitch. “Now, Nathan. I can’t stand it any longer.”

  Luke turned to the side, glancing back and forth between the crowd and the couple he’d come here with. He couldn’t believe they were going to literally fuck against the wall, but apparently that was exactly what they intended. He watched as Nathan lifted Olivia by the waist. Neither of them paid any attention to the other patrons roaming past.

  Olivia wrapped her legs around Nathan’s middle as he slid into her pussy. “It’s too bad really. Livi loves double penetration. Doing it in public is on her bucket list.” He winked at Luke.

  She has a fucking bucket list for sexual positions?

  Luke couldn’t believe what he was watching. His cock stiffened more with each thrust of Nathan’s. Part of him wished he wasn’t such a wimp, but the other part of him cringed at the idea of being seen fucking in a public place.

  Olivia screamed at Nathan to fuck her harder. Luke turned to face the crowd, angling his body to try to block them. The place seemed to be more packed than when they first got there. Luke hoped the music was loud enough that not everyone could hear Olivia, but she was noisy as hell.

  “Do the twisting thing, Nathan,” she shouted. “Light my pussy up.”

  Luke met Nathan’s hot gaze. So much lust and desire in one look. “Look at them watching us, wanting to be us, wanting to be me fucking my Livi. Does that make you hot?”

  Luke glanced at the people around them. Several people were staring now. A few were actually staring at Luke. Were they judging him? It didn’t seem like it. A woman let her gaze crawl up Luke’s body from his feet to his head. She smiled and stepped closer. He didn’t know how he felt. Her look was smoldering. Maybe he should talk to her? She was sexy, and she clearly had the hots for him. But the couple behind him made him pause.

  “They want you too,” Nathan continued. “They want to see your gorgeous cock. They want to know how big you are. They want to know what it feels like for you to come. They see what we see in you, and they want you. But you’re ours. That’s for us. They can watch us, but your cock…that belongs to me and Livi.”

  Luke nodded, his heart racing double time in his chest. “Yes.” It was surreal and heady. Did his cock belong to these two people? He glanced around, looking for the woman who’d eyed him closely. She was gone.

  Nathan pounded into Livi faster. “Say it, Luke.”

  “My cock belongs to you,” he whispered, hoping no one but them heard him.

  “Yes,” Olivia hissed and then started to convulse. Her body squeezed around Nathan mercilessly, and Luke couldn’t jerk his gaze away. He shuddered and spread his feet wider instinctively. How had these two managed to top him and make him this horny without touching him?

  “Fuck yeah.” Then Nathan tipped his head back and came on a long groan. “Fucking beautiful.”

  When Nathan finally eased Olivia down, he pulled a napkin from his pocket and cleaned up. Luke reached into his own pocket and retrieved a tiny bottle of antibacterial soap. He handed it to Nathan. Olivia stared at him.

  “What?”

  Olivia smiled. “Could you be any cuter? I mean, do you cut the crusts off your PB&J too?”

  “I have a peanut allergy. I can’t have peanut butter.”

  Nathan barked out a laugh, and Olivia joined him.

  “What? I do.”

  Nathan nodded and yanked the back of Luke’s neck forward for a kiss. Then Olivia wiggled in and pushed Nathan back so she could kiss Luke. His lips were buzzing when they were done, but he couldn’t help glancing around to make sure their audience had dissipated after Nathan and Olivia’s show.

  “Come on, young Jedi. We need to get you home so you make it to church tomorrow.”

  Luke swallowed down the flare of guilt that buzzed up his throat. He wanted these two people. That had to account for something. Even though he couldn’t bring himself to fuck them in public, it didn’t mean he didn’t desire them as badly as he had before they’d entered the club.

  “Don’t worry,” Olivia said, lacing her fingers with Luke’s as Nathan put the leash back on both their wrists. “Nathan and I take full responsibility for corrupting you. We’re impossible to resist. It would be useless to try. Soon, when you aren’t so green, you’ll be unable to resist even this.” She winked.

  Luke nodded, but he wasn’t nearly so certain.

  “Come on, let’s go home so I can have the other half of my threesome,” Olivia said, shimmying back toward the front of the club.

  •●•

  The next morning, Luke slipped from between a very naked Nathan and Olivia. He stared down at them, thinking about how it had felt to have his cock buried deep in Olivia’s pussy. He hadn’t taken her in the ass as she’d suggested at the club, but only because by the time they got home, Olivia had already fondled Luke to the point of pain in the cab. As soon as they came through the front door, she yanked his pants open and wrapped her fists in his shirt. She tugged him forward as she walked backward through the living room, nearly stumbling several times.

  Nathan followed them, chuckling. He set a hand on Luke’s lower back to guide him. “Take it easy, Livi. He’s not going to die waiting.”

  “I might,” Livi said. When she’d fallen onto the couch, taking Luke with her, he’d pushed his cock into her pussy so fast none of them had a chance to consider the idea of double penetration again.

  Their warm arms and legs had covered him most of the night once they’d made it to the bedroom. And now, Luke slowly crept out of their apartment. He didn’t know the protocol about overnights. Should he wake them before he left? Although truthfully, he didn’t want to see their faces when he mentioned needing to go to church again. It felt like judgment, and he didn’t need that coming at him from both sides. He was certain he’d already get enough from Father George for disappearing after his mom’s funeral.

  But when he got to church, Father George lit up as if Luke was the prodigal son. He smiled wide and gave Luke a hug.

  “You’ve been missed. I’m glad to see you back.”

  Luke nodded at the older man. “Yeah. After Mom… Well, it was hard to come back for a while.”

  Father George squeezed his shoulder. “You always have a place here. Always. And we all miss your mom. You aren’t alone in your grief. Ever.”

  “Thanks, Father George.”

  Mass was the same as always. Part of why Luke stuck with the church throughout so much of his life was the comfort of it. The security of the traditions of communion and confession and all the sacraments. Luke wasn’t even sure what he believed completely, but he’d always felt he had a home at St. Jude’s.

  Which made today’s confession all that much more difficult. Twice he considered not entering the confessional. He let three people go in front of him and stood there for so long Father George actually popped out of his side of the confessional.

  “Luke. Sorry. I didn’t realize you were waiting. There’s no one in there. You can come in.”

  “No. I know. I’m just…”

  Father George grinned. “Working up to it?”

  “Something like that, Father. It’s been a long time.”

  “Well, I’ll go back in. You take your time.”

  The problem with St. Jude’s was that it wasn’t a big enough parish to warrant more than one priest, which meant Father George was sort of it. Basketball coach, communion giver, catechism teacher, confession recipient.

  Luke squeezed his fists open and shut before rolling out his shoulders and ducking in.

  “In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been seven months since my last confession…”

  He took a long drawn out breath and started in earnest. The words choked out of him. It didn’t even sound like his own voice. And there was nothing methodical about it. Just blurted phrases about sex with men and women, thoughts
of polyamory, Internet pornography, his avoidance of church, and the number of times he’d taken the Lord’s name in vain.

  The silence after he finished was deafening. Luke almost stammered out an apology to Father George, an explanation about why he was such a disappointment, but before he could put together exactly what he was sorry for, Father George’s emotionless voice suggested he recite fifteen Hail Marys and twenty Our Fathers.

  Luke bolted from the confessional before Father George could emerge. He beat it to the back of the church and snagged the bike helmet he’d left on the pew outside the entrance to the nave. He exited and took a gulping breath of the cool almost-spring air. Then he turned toward his bike and found Nathan and Olivia standing next to it. He stopped dead, shocked. What were they doing here?

  “You look like you could use a friend,” Nathan said, searching his face.

  “You probably weren’t what God had in mind,” Luke said, and immediately felt bad when Nathan flinched.

  Olivia waved her hands. “Nope. Nononononono. I grew up with that my entire life, and I won’t have it from you.”

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean it. I… That was harder than I thought,” Luke mumbled.

  Olivia shook her head. “That’s why we came. Whatever they said in there, you need to remember that you make your own decisions about your life, and the only person holding you back from what you want is you.”

  Luke licked his lips and turned to Nathan. “You didn’t have to come. I’m fine.”

  Nathan nodded. “I know. But we’re going to need to work this out. I don’t want to bear the brunt of your guilt when you come home. You gotta find a way to reconcile it.”

  “Home?”

  Olivia grinned wide and stepped toward him, clasping his hands in hers. “Yes. Home. To our house and to our big bed.”

  “It’s going too fast,” Luke stammered.

  “Yes,” Olivia agreed, her face serious for a half a second before she burst out laughing. “But who cares? You only live once. Come to our place. I bought you almond nut butter so you don’t break out in hives, and Nathan cleared out space in our storage locker for your bike.”

  “I don’t know anything about you,” Luke said.

  “I know. That’s what makes it so fun. You have your out clause and we have almond butter and toys. So, come with us. For a night. A week. Forever. Shake off this place and come with us. We’ll make it work, okay?”

  Luke glanced at Nathan. “You decided to let her do the talking?”

  Nathan grinned, his handsome face cracking in half. “She says I’m the persuasive one, but she’s full of shit, really. She’s impossible to say no to. If you haven’t figured it out already, she can wrap anyone around her finger.”

  Olivia batted long lashes and leaned toward Luke. “All this talk of fingers is making me horny. Come home, Luke. Nathan promises to make you kneel and worship him so it’s almost like being in church.”

  Nathan laughed and Luke blushed. “Okay. For today. I have to teach class again tomorrow. And I have to find another job.”

  Nathan nodded and pulled Luke’s bike helmet from his hands before situating it on top of his head and buckling the neck strap. “Two jobs is too many if you want to go to college. We’ll come up with something else.”

  Luke rolled his eyes but then unlocked his bike and hopped on. “Okay. I’m going to go home and change, I’ll meet you back at your place.”

  Nathan stepped close and pulled something out of his pocket. “Account number for Uber. Load it on your phone. Don’t bike to us today. I’m too impatient for you. Call Uber.”

  Then he kissed Luke, a long drugging kiss with an open mouth, and Luke whimpered as Nathan’s teeth nipped at his lower lip. When he finally pulled away and winked, Luke couldn’t help touching his fingers to his lips. Jesus. He was such a good kisser. Nathan stepped back, and Luke heard a sound from behind him. He spun and saw the crimson face of Father George.

  “The children’s choir will be here for practice soon, Luke,” Father George said. Luke couldn’t figure out if his tone was anger, disgust, or disapproval. Probably all three.

  “Sorry, Father,” Luke stammered.

  “Maybe your friends would like to join us for service next week?” Father George said, waving a hand at Nathan and Olivia but not looking at them.

  “It’s not for us, Father,” Olivia chimed in. “It’s so hard to wake up on Sunday mornings.”

  “We have service on Saturday nights as well,” Father George replied, as if there was a chance in hell Nathan or Olivia might come. “We’re very accommodating to people’s schedules.”

  Olivia tipped her head back and laughed. “Saturday nights? I can only imagine what that crowd looks like. We’ll have to pass. Thanks for the offer, though.”

  Then she twirled and blew Luke a kiss before taking Nathan’s hand and sauntering off in the opposite direction. Luke pushed off on his bike without looking at Father George and said all fifteen of his Hail Marys on the ride home.

  Chapter Eight

  Olivia raced into their apartment and pulled off her clothes almost immediately, dropping them in a pile on the floor. Nathan followed and gave her a cool grin, leaning to pick them up and fold them neatly before placing them on the sofa. He was always tidier than she was, but that was hardly difficult to achieve. God, she loved him.

  “You have a plan, sweetheart?” he asked.

  Olivia hopped up on the thick dark wood of their dining room table. They’d christened it many times before, but never with Luke. “Go get the almond butter I bought at the store this morning,” she said, resting back with her arms raised above her so her tits looked enormous.

  She loved her body, always had. Her chest was ridiculously large and her ass could start its own zip code, but that just meant more to hang on to. More skin to touch. Her mama had always taught her confidence made up for any flaws of the flesh, and Olivia had that in spades. Particularly when Nathan looked at her the way he was as he brought the jar of almond butter, a frosting knife, and a few toys from the kitchen.

  Without a word, she spread her legs to reveal her newly shaved pussy. When they first started dating, Olivia had been on the fence about shaving—she liked her dark curls. But then Nathan made a game out of it and shaved her before licking her into an orgasm coma, and now Olivia loved how it felt to be so wet and bare.

  Nathan unscrewed the top of the almond spread. “He probably didn’t eat breakfast this morning before he went to church,” he said casually as he smeared the butter over her nipples and in a trail down her abs.

  “You need to tell him he has to wake us when he leaves. I don’t want him slipping out like some bad one-night-stand who regrets it all the morning after. I don’t want him embarrassed about going to church.”

  He paused in his administration of the spread. “Do you think he regrets us?”

  Olivia licked her lips and looked at the ceiling for a second. “I don’t know. I hope not. Because he’s perfect. I mean, the way he got so worked up at The Playground, just from your words. Did you see his face? It’s like he’s shy but so into it at the same time. I can’t wait until he lets himself go completely and joins us for real.”

  “Our boy is too serious,” Nathan said.

  “Sí. He’s sad because of his mom. He’s worried about his life. School. The bike! Dios, he must make no money teaching art.”

  “I wish we could take care of him.”

  Olivia hummed for a second, caught up in the slow pleasure of the knife across her skin. “Maybe we take care of him by helping him relax. Maybe we keep his mind off all those other things he’s so worried about, so he can just be.”

  Nathan nodded and went back to smearing the almond butter on her inner thighs. Olivia’s breath turned to a small pant as she widened her legs and waited for him to attend to her pussy. Nathan leaned down and licked the moisture dripping from her opening then sucked off a bit of the almond butter he’d just applied.

  “Exquisite
combination.”

  “Are you talking about the three of us or me and the almond butter?” Olivia laughed.

  Nathan met her gaze. “Both.”

  “You need to take his ass. He’ll know for sure then if this is what he wants.”

  Nathan raised a shoulder. “It’s not everything. He may not even like it.”

  She lifted up on her elbows. “You’re full of shit. You’re dying to have him there. I can’t believe you haven’t pushed it yet.”

  He started smearing the almond butter along the lips of her pussy, and Olivia dropped her head back and shut up for a while, focusing on the way the frosting knife traced her folds.

  “I do want him there. But I don’t want him to have a reason to leave. He’s probably never had his cock in anyone’s ass before, let alone given himself up for it.”

  Olivia dropped her knees to the side so he could spread the butter everywhere. “God, I wanted him in mine last night.”

  Nathan put the frosting knife to the side and stuck two fingers inside her. “I know, baby. But don’t rush him.”

  “Do you think we pushed him too hard last night at the club? I mean even though he didn’t join us, do you suppose we made him uncomfortable? He looked into it, but maybe I read it wrong. Maybe that’s why he snuck out this morning without waking us.” Olivia bit her lower lip as she waited for Nathan to meet her gaze.

  Nathan paused, his fingers buried in her pussy. He shrugged. “I’m not sure. I was worried too when I woke up and he was gone. But if he’s agreed to come over now…”

  Olivia lifted her hips to meet Nathan’s hand. “He’ll be here.”

  He slid his fingers in and out slowly, not trying for anything, just ramping her up to the point she was ready to beg him to do more. There was a knock at the door, and Nathan pulled his fingers out and lapped at them. “Right as usual, my love. We’re going to need more of this almond butter.”