Reviving Olivia (Project DEEP Book 7)
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He pulled her close, and by default Spencer, glancing back and forth between the two of them. “You said the Russians have spent years using Blue Cell to steal information. What if they have a bunch of cryostats too? Maybe they need to steal a cryonicist.”
Olivia narrowed her gaze. “That’s absurd.”
“Yeah? Any more absurd than worrying about whether they’re interested in a hacker or a nurse with a code word? The point is, we don’t know why they want us. It seems like they’re simply keeping tabs for now while we lead them on a wild goose chase.” He leaned his face in and kissed Olivia’s forehead. “We’re not splitting up. We’re a team. We’ll figure this out together.”
Spencer’s hand slid around her middle. “He’s right,” he whispered into her ear.
She shuddered. The press of their bodies was her undoing. She didn’t want to think about bad guys or abductions. After a week of tiptoeing around trying not to touch either of these two men unnecessarily, they were plastered against her. Her willpower evaporated. She needed the contact.
She needed a lot more than this contact through layers of clothing. She needed the release only a round of frenzied sex would give her.
It was too risky and not worth endangering their perilous relationship, but God she wanted them both.
Damon threaded his fingers in her hair and held her face against his chest. His free hand was at her waist, his thumb stroking the tender underside of her breast maddeningly.
Spencer’s thumbs were under her T-shirt, drawing circles on her stomach.
It would be so easy to lift her face and demand they remove their clothes.
It would be so very wrong.
But so easy.
Chapter 12
Spencer set his chin on Olivia’s shoulder again and tipped his head back enough to meet Damon’s gaze. He was on fire. After a week of being denied this contact, he wanted things he’d dreamed about from the moment he entered that studio apartment. And he didn’t have the willpower to stop himself.
The look on Damon’s face said the man was in agreement. He was about to combust. His teeth were gritted, and his eyes were glazed with lust.
Yeah, things were about to change, right now. There was no stopping the freight train. Most importantly because Spencer needed Olivia to know how much he cared about her and how serious he was that she was not leaving his sight.
He knew Damon agreed and felt the same.
Olivia was theirs. It would be wrong to pressure her because she had made it clear that she didn’t want to sleep with them while they were stuck together on the run, but they wanted her as badly as they wanted each other.
Spencer’s feelings for both of them were mutual. His and Damon’s respect for her choice kept them from making the next move. It wasn’t possible to totally ignore each other and not make out like teenagers every time the two men had the opportunity, but they had an unspoken agreement they would not take things further without her. They were a threesome. All or nothing. Fooling around behind her back to that extent didn’t feel right.
It had been painful. The waiting. The wanting. But they did it. For Olivia. Because she had a good point.
A point that suddenly no longer seemed valid now that they stood in the middle of the room smashed together, holding her shaking frame between them.
Spencer knew it was risky. What if they had sex and then realized something didn’t quite click? How could they possibly go back to the way things were before?
They couldn’t. Olivia knew it. That’s why she had put this moratorium on the three of them.
She might have put her foot down and insisted they abide by her wishes, but the look on Damon’s face told Spencer he agreed. It was time for them to put their own feet down and end this standoff.
“Livvy…” Damon said, his gaze lowering to the top of her head. “Baby…”
She tipped her face up to look at Damon and then twisted her head around to meet Spencer’s gaze. Her own narrowed. “You’re ganging up on me.”
Spencer nodded as he slid a hand up to her face and tucked a lock of her gorgeous hair behind her ear. “Stop fighting it.” His body was on fire. He needed the kind of release that only these two could provide. One more trip to the bathroom to relieve himself of a stiff erection would not cut it.
Olivia squirmed. “What if—”
Spencer shook his head. “What if it’s fantastic? What if the three of us light up the sheets? What if you finally sleep an entire night without waking up needing something you’ve been denying yourself?”
She licked her lips.
He ran his thumb along the bottom one, tugging it down.
She gasped and leaned forward to suck his thumb into her mouth.
He moaned.
Damon grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and yanked it over her head, dislodging Spencer’s thumb and all contact for a second.
Spencer popped the back of her bra before she finished her next inhale, baring her chest.
She still stood slightly sideways, enough for Spencer to be able to take in the swell of her breasts and the firmness of her stiff nipples.
When she shuddered, Spencer slid his hands up her waist and cupped both breasts from behind, angling her into Damon’s front once again. He flicked his thumbs over her nipples, loving the way she sucked in another breath and rose onto her toes.
Damon’s hands slid over her ass, his knuckles grazing Spencer’s erection. He leaned forward, kissed Olivia’s upturned lips gently, and then stepped back. “Take her jeans off, Spencer.”
Spencer glanced briefly at Damon as the man casually leaned against the wall two feet away, crossing his ankles and his arms. Spencer couldn’t read Damon’s mind, but he could follow that direction.
As he released her breasts to slide his fingers down to the button on her jeans, he could tell her gaze was locked on Damon’s. She too had to be wondering what Damon was up to.
Spencer lowered the zipper and then tugged the denim down her legs, tapping first one foot and then the other to pull them over her bare feet. He licked his lips as he stared at the swatch of white lace that did nothing to hide her perfect ass. He knew all of her clothing came from shopping online when she’d first awoken. Damn, she had good taste.
“The thong too,” Damon instructed. “I want to see her.”
Spencer rose behind her sweet body, cupping her ass before tucking his fingers into the white lace at her hips and pulling the material off her body next. When he stood behind her once again, he slid one hand up to cup a breast and the other down her belly until the tip of his middle finger grazed over her clit.
She moaned, her hands coming to his forearm. “Spencer…” Her voice was breathy with arousal. She glanced at him, but then focused her gaze back on Damon.
“Spencer, join her,” Damon instructed next. There was no doubt the man intended for Spencer to get naked.
Part of Spencer insisted he should balk at taking commands from Damon, but his body disagreed. He’d never been so aroused. Every single time Damon cornered him, Damon took the upper hand.
Spencer found he liked it.
Apparently, so did Olivia because she was panting, her hands gripping and ungripping at her sides.
Spencer watched her body closely as he tugged his shirt over his head and then dropped his jeans and underwear at the same time. It should unnerve him to stand naked in front of both Olivia and Damon, but it didn’t. It was hot.
“Kiss her.” Damon’s voice was deep, demanding, gravelly.
Spencer stepped in front of her, but angled their bodies to the side so Damon could see them both. He slid his hands up her arms slowly until he reached her neck, and then he threaded one set of fingers in her hair and cupped her cheek with his other palm.
His cock was thick with need, and he pressed it against her belly.
She was breathing heavily, her gaze on him now instead of Damon. She licked her sweet lips again as he descended. And then he was kissing her.
; Damn. Just like he remembered the one and only time he’d kissed her. Soft and giving and willing and sweet.
She grabbed his waist and ran her fingers up and down his sides until she slid them down to cup his ass, hauling him closer.
He moaned into her mouth as precome leaked from the tip of his dick to coat her belly.
Damon’s voice, rough and insistent, was closer when he spoke again, inches away from them but not touching. Spencer could feel Damon’s breath on his ear as he spoke. “See if she’s wet, Spencer.”
Olivia moaned, her body shaking as she gripped his butt cheeks tighter, her nails digging in deliciously.
Spencer tugged her hair gently to encourage her to tip her head back as he trailed kisses down her neck, toward her ear. He held her like that while his other hand left her cheek to smooth down her back. He trailed one finger between her butt cheeks, making her groan.
Yes. Oh God. She was so fucking amazing.
Since she didn’t flinch, he tapped her tight hole before venturing farther. He parted her lower lips with his pinky and thumb and then dragged his middle fingers through her folds.
He was breathing heavily as he shifted his gaze toward Damon, removed his hand, and held it up. His fingers were soaked with her arousal.
Damon grabbed Spencer’s wrist, hauled his fingers to his mouth, and sucked them inside, licking them clean. Holy fuck, that’s hot. Spencer’s cock couldn’t get any stiffer.
Olivia’s knees buckled slightly, but Spencer released her hair to wrap his arm around her middle and hold her up.
“Move to the bed,” Damon demanded.
Spencer bent slightly, tucked a hand under Olivia’s knees, and lifted her into his arms.
Her eyes were glazed over as he shoved the blankets out of the way and deposited her on the bed. She wasn’t timid or embarrassed. In fact, she scooted back, turned to face them, and spread her legs open. She was perched on her elbows, shooting them both the most aroused expression Spencer had ever seen.
Spencer leaned toward her, thinking to climb up between those spread legs and take her mouth again, but Damon stopped him with a grip on his arm. “I want to watch her fall apart. Tug her to the edge. Eat her until she screams.”
A glance at Damon told Spencer the man was watching Olivia, not Spencer.
Spencer nodded agreement even though it wasn’t required, no one noticed, and he didn’t need any encouragement to lower his face between Olivia’s legs. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, pulled her closer to the edge, and pressed her wider.
She lost her balance on her elbows and fell onto her back.
Her pussy was glistening with need, and she squirmed under his scrutiny. God, he’d never wanted anything this badly in his life. No woman had ever enticed him so thoroughly.
Sure, he’d had sex with women. He’d frequented a fetish club many times in the last few years. It hadn’t been a huge leap. One of the bonuses of being a computer whiz was that he could easily watch porn and dig around in otherwise restricted sites. By the time he was a senior in high school, he’d moved from the urge to masturbate while watching videos to the need for human contact.
By the time he was nineteen, he’d found a local fetish club where he indulged in whatever kink he’d researched. It had suited him. When he was inside the club, he didn’t feel awkward. People were just people. There was no judgment. He’d been free to explore. He’d had sex with several women, but more importantly, he’d learned what made them writhe.
And men? He’d experimented with men too. He hadn’t taken a man inside him, nor had he been inside another man, but he’d explored in other ways, exchanging hand jobs and blowjobs.
Damon was different. He was the first man Spencer knew with certainty he would readily permit inside him.
Olivia reached for him as he licked his lips and lowered his face to drag his tongue through her slit. When he flicked the tip over her clit, she cried out, bucking against him. Her hands landed in his hair, gripping, pulling. Both. She probably didn’t even know what she was doing.
“Hold her still, Spencer. She’s all over the place.”
Damon wasn’t wrong. Spencer found himself wrestling her, working hard to keep his lips on her wetness. When he flattened his forearm across her belly, she groaned. Renewed moisture leaked from her channel to coat his tongue.
Damon perched himself on the edge of the bed, leaning his weight on one palm and watching as if he were the director of a porn film.
“Suck her clit, Spencer. Make her come so hard she can’t think.”
Olivia released her grip on his hair to flatten her palms on the bed at her sides, and then she fisted the sheet. Her body was stiff as Damon’s words pushed her right to the edge.
Spencer jabbed his tongue inside her as deep as he could, and then he suckled her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the tip so rapidly it wouldn’t have been visible.
Olivia arched her back the scant inch he allowed and screamed.
A rush of arousal coated his chin as her clit pulsed between his lips. He continued to torment her until the waves passed and she relaxed her butt back onto the mattress.
When he lifted his face, wet with her come, she was dazed. Her head lolled back and forth while she moaned. “Jesus…” She lifted a hand to toss it over her forehead. “That felt so fucking good.” And then she tipped her face down to look at Spencer. The smile she shot him was worth every second of blue balls he’d endured since his arrival.
She jerked her gaze to Damon. “Don’t just fucking watch us, Damon. Kiss him. Kiss my come off his lips. Taste me on him.” Her demand stunned Spencer, but he didn’t have long to think about it because Damon’s hand landed on Spencer’s neck, and his mouth descended.
Damon could kiss. Spencer already knew this fact. But the man literally licked around Spencer’s lips first, cleaning Olivia’s come from his chin and upper lip. The roughness of Damon’s tongue sent a shiver down Spencer’s spine.
With one hand still on Olivia’s thigh, Spencer wrapped the other around Damon’s biceps, hauling the man closer.
A sense of desperation consumed him. He needed to come, and he didn’t care how.
Damon broke the kiss and sat back. He leveled a stare at Olivia. “Imp.”
She grinned, her head tipped to one side. “I can be bossy too.”
“How about you occupy that mouth of yours on Spencer’s cock instead?”
She flushed, her face going a lovely shade of red.
Spencer’s dick jumped, bobbing in front of him. He’d give just about anything to have her lips wrapped around him, but he’d never in his life been bold enough to demand it. Or even request it.
Damon had balls.
“How about you get undressed and join us while I suck him off?” Olivia purred as she pulled herself to sitting.
“Mmm,” Damon responded noncommittally. “I’d rather watch you two for now.”
Olivia, sitting upright now, reached for the front of Damon’s T-shirt, gripped it, hauled him closer, and spoke when her face was an inch from his. “This isn’t a twosome. We’re not performing for your pleasure.”
He gave her half a grin, one corner of his mouth lifting. “Aren’t you?”
She narrowed her gaze. “Okay, it was hot. It was fucking hot. I’ve never come that hard. But you had your fun. Now it’s time to take your clothes off, boss man. Your demands make my spine tingle, but we’re a threesome, and you’re going to join.”
She glanced longingly at Spencer’s dick, making him wrap his fist around the length to squeeze it before he came, even without her touching him.
Damon smirked, but he sat up and reached behind his neck to haul his shirt over his head.
Olivia crawled toward him on her knees, pushed against his chest, and then unbuttoned his jeans while staring at his face.
Spencer was not sorry about this new development because he too wanted Damon to join them. In fact, he desperately wanted to see the man’s cock.
Spencer shuffled from one foot to the other. It would seem he was not in charge of this party at all. And that suited him fine, as long as the two of them stopped arguing about who was going to do what to whom in what order.
He slid his palm up and down his cock, gritting his teeth at the tingling pleasure.
Damon’s hand shot out to grab Spencer’s wrist. “Stop. Livvy’s going to do it.” He pointed at the mattress. “Lie on your back.”
Spencer’s knees shook as he climbed up between his two lovers and rolled onto his back. His dick bobbed against his belly, and he resisted the urge to fist it again.
Damon stared at Olivia pointedly while he lowered the zipper on his jeans.
She smiled in return and then shifted her gaze to Spencer’s as she lowered her face toward his erection.
Spencer’s groan filled the air as her mouth enveloped him entirely. She didn’t ease into the blowjob. She sucked him deep into her mouth without warning. He lost his breath as the head of his shaft hit the back of her throat.
His hands flew down to flatten on her back and shoulder. “Jesus.”
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” Damon whispered as he climbed onto the bed, joining them. “Suck him deep,” he continued as he landed on his side next to Spencer. He grabbed Spencer’s arm, drew it over his head, and then took his mouth in a kiss while he held his wrist.
Spencer’s senses were totally on overload. He was unable to focus with the full assault on both his dick and his mouth.
Damon didn’t hesitate to turn the kiss into something mindboggling either, slanting his lips and thrusting his tongue into Spencer’s mouth. He devoured Spencer as if he were starving, demanding entrance and then taking what he craved.
Spencer let his tongue tangle with Damon’s, but his blood had all rushed to his cock as Olivia’s head bobbed up and down, consuming him. Killing him. A death he would welcome if it was necessary.