by J P Books
Even the opening scene music is creepy and I’m starting to regret my joke when I feel Olivia’s feet stretch out onto my lap.
Without thinking, I adjust them comfortably and take one in my hand to massage. She gives a happy little moan and I look over to see Jaxon’s eyes burning through my hands.
Awkward…
I’m not going to stop though, it’s a nice distraction for what might be a truly cringey movie.
As the tension rises in the movie, I focus on her feet. I put the first one back down and move to pick up the second one. I glance out of the corner of my eye to check on Jaxon, and I can see her hand on top of his, which is on top of her tit.
I’m guessing she put his hand there, but he’s doing a good job of running his thumb back and forth over her nipple, I can see. My cock gives a huge jerk as I watch and I know she feels it.
I know because she starts to move her foot seductively up and down, stroking my cock through my sweatpants. I stifle a groan.
It doesn’t take long for me to be at full attention and I shift to let it stand up more comfortably. I see a smile tug at the corner of her mouth and look up to see Jaxon’s eyes on her foot, watching it stroke my cock.
He’s still rubbing her nipple and his whole face is a mask of lust. I see Olivia’s hand slowly move between his legs. He adjusts immediately, giving her better access.
I imagine her hand cupping his balls, massaging them. Mine tighten in answer and again, I have to struggle not to groan.
This is happening. I don’t want to do anything to disturb this moment and all the potential that it is leading up to. But fuck, my dick is hard.
Jaxon’s eyes are closed now, and he’s taking long, deep breaths.
He reaches down to unbuckle and open the front of his jeans. He opens up his eyes and looks over at me, catching me staring openly.
I grin, hoping he doesn’t chicken out. For a moment, I can see him struggling to come to a decision, but eventually, he just leans back against the couch and closes his eyes again.
We’re doing this, I think. We’re really doing this, and my dick gets harder with excitement.
Olivia reaches into his now open jeans and pulls his cock out. No fucking underwear. What a guy.
He takes a deep breath and lets out a small groan. It’s as if that small noise snaps everything into place. The movie is completely forgotten, background screams aren’t even recognized.
Olivia shifts her body down so that her face is right next to his cock and I see her tongue reach out to lick the drip of precum off the tip of his shaft.
Fuck that’s hot.
She pulls his thick length towards her mouth and I watch as it disappears into her mouth. His hips lift in answer, giving her more of himself to suck.
Her feet are still in my lap, but I want more. I turn my body to face her, and place one of her legs behind me, positioning myself between them. Moving slowly, to make sure I have permission, I bring my hands to her hips and start to pull down her sweatpants.
She lifts her hips to help, giving me all the permission I need.
Jaxon’s hand is still massaging her tit and he’s focused solely on his own pleasure, ignoring me for the moment.
I pull off her pants and move to dip my head between her legs.
She moans the second my tongue makes contact with her warm, waiting pussy. She tastes salty and fresh from her shower. I suck at her outer lips and push my tongue inside her tight hole. She bucks against my face.
I shift my weight so that I can slide a finger into her hot, wet depths. She moans deeply, making my erection jerk of its own accord. I explore inside her with my finger and my tongue moves upwards to find her clit.
With her mouth full of Jaxon’s cock, she groans in passion. I imagine how that must feel for him, and I move my eyes up as far as they can go. He’s pinching her nipple hard as if trying to control himself with that one point of connection. She’s arching her back into him, enjoying it.
She’s rocking her pelvis into my face, setting the rhythm for me to follow. My finger obeys, and my mouth sucks and taunts her clit.
She’s dripping wet and gasping as she tries to keep giving head while I bring her to the edge of her orgasm. I can feel her cavern responding and I know she’s close. Finally, she pulls her head away from Jaxon and begs me for more.
“Oh god,” she whispers. “You’re going to make me come.”
She lifts her hips, pressing herself against my mouth demanding more. I lap her up, sucking and licking and plunging into her with my hand.
“Yes,” she cries and lifts her hips higher. “Holy fuck,” she gasps.
I can feel the pulsing start inside her pussy and I know she’s about to come. I flick my tongue faster over her clit and wiggle my finger deep inside her, bringing her to orgasm.
I can feel it wash over her as she quivers and thrashes against me. I suck her clit until her gasps start to sound pained and then I lick her gently, making her jump slightly with every last soft sensation that I pull out of her.
Eventually, her hips relax back down to the couch and I pull my finger out, raising my head to look at her with a smile.
I can see her hand gripping Jaxon’s cock tightly, it’s red and throbbing and I can see all the veins straining against her hand. He’s about to explode too.
I realize I’m not far off. My cock is dripping with precum, I can feel the wet spot on the front of my sweats.
She looks at me dreamily and smiles. I shift my position so I’m kneeling between her legs. I pull my pants down to free my long, hard cock and hoist her ass up on my knees so her legs hang over my hips. I start to stroke my cock with her watching.
I see Jaxon watching too. I watch her hand start to move on his cock at the same pace as mine. It’s fucking hot and I can’t stop a groan from escaping.
She smiles wickedly and turns her head to lick his cock again. I grumble in encouragement, loving the sight, getting harder watching it and imagining what he’s feeling.
He throws his head back again, and closes his eyes once more, trying to control the feelings.
She takes him in her mouth, moaning loudly, sending vibrations through his sensitive, alert member. His hips shift up, asking for more.
My breathing comes faster, and I can feel my balls tighten up. I watch her move over his thick cock and imagine her hot wet mouth, sucking and tantalizing that sensitive spot under his head. I groan and rub my own thumb over the same, sensitive spot.
Her legs tighten around me, encouragingly.
Jaxon’s got a death grip on the couch and he’s breathing fast. He’s struggling not to move, to let her keep the pace but he’s twitching occasionally, desperately.
Fuck, this is going to do me in. My own cock is rock hard and throbbing, my balls aching. I reach down to pull them with my other hand and I know that all is lost.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp. “You’re so fucking hot Olivia, you’re going to make me come.” She doesn’t stop bobbing on Jaxon’s cock but I can see his thighs flex tight, trying to control himself.
Knowing how close he is sends me over the top.
I shoot hot cum all over Olivia’s waiting body. I jerk hard as I let the pressure release, feeling the intensity that I’ve been waiting for. The release that is part pain, part unmeasurable pleasure.
Jaxon hears me, maybe even feels some of my come on the hand that is caressing the back of Olivia’s head.
He groans, trying to wait. His fingers dig into the couch arm desperately.
Olivia can sense his struggle and moans on his cock. I imagine her massaging his balls, maybe even dipping a finger back towards his ass.
He gasps, “Olivia,” and then his body goes rigid. He jerks into her mouth and I’m so transfixed watching her suck him dry that I forget to look at his face.
He moans, and bucks a few more times, his huge body slowly coming down and relaxing again. I finally remember to look up and I
see an expression of fulfillment on his face. I’ll never forget that look.
As Olivia pulls her mouth off his cock, she runs her finger around its head a few times. Jaxon sucks in his breath but doesn’t move.
I slowly pull myself back and let her lay exposed on the couch and I sneak to the bathroom to grab two hand towels and dampen them with warm water. When I get back to the living room I hand one to Jaxon, and I use the other to clean up Olivia.
The movie is long over and I suddenly realize that I’m exhausted. A great orgasm will do that to a guy.
If his hand wasn’t moving slowly, stroking her hair, I’d think that Jaxon was already asleep.
“C’mon,” I lean forward to pick up Olivia, cradling her in my arms. “Bedtime.”
Jaxon looks at me quickly, and I nod towards his room, indicating I was going to put her in there with him. He relaxes and lifts himself off the couch, leading the way.
He strips naked, apparently no longer concerned with letting me see him, and climbs into bed. I put her down beside him and stand up to leave.
Her hand is gripping mine though, and she looks up at me frowning slightly. “Aren’t you staying?” she asks.
I look at Jaxon, not quite sure what to do. He gives the slightest nod. I’m not going to give up this opportunity, so I quickly strip my clothes off too and get into bed beside her.
CHAPTER 7
Olivia
A giant-sized arm is casually crushing my chest when I wake up in the morning, and I have absolutely no desire to move it. It’s a good weight. A great weight. A weight that seems to have replaced the weight of responsibility and propriety that I hadn’t even realized I was carrying before last night.
I don’t know what got into me, but I don’t even feel like the same person this morning as I was yesterday.
I smile as I remember Nathan, cheekily asking me if I eat meat. Normal Olivia would have been slightly scandalized and more than a little awkward at the innuendo, and definitely would have side-stepped it, pretending she didn’t understand.
But this new Olivia had been saucy and played right along with his sexy banter. I remember being in the shower wondering ‘what the hell,’ but feeling like something was right about being here.
Here, in this remote cabin in the woods with two men who I hardly know. Olivia of yesterday wouldn’t even believe it was possible.
But right now, basking under the arm weight of a bear of a man, and feeling the hard, smooth chest of another man beneath my cheek, the new Olivia feels fucking amazing.
I can feel the skin of Nathan underneath my face. I blink my eyes, wondering if he can feel the tickle of my lashes, or if he’s even awake. After a few, purposeful blinks I feel his stomach tighten and I smile, knowing that he can feel the tickle.
His hand starts to draw patterns on my leg that’s stretched out over him. We’re a mess of body parts, the three of us, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more safe or content.
I sigh, grateful for being alive and for the crazy, unexpected experience of my night.
My sigh makes Jaxon stir too, and I turn my head to glance at him.
He’s blinking his eyes open, clearly trying to get his bearings. He sees me looking at him and smiles. Then he sees Nathan underneath me and a look crosses his face that I can’t quite identify. Confusion? Discomfort?
It vanishes as quickly as it came though, and is replaced with a look of serenity that reflects exactly how I feel right now.
“Good morning,” I say out loud, breaking the silence and including both of them.
Jaxon grunts, and yawns hugely. Nathan sighs underneath me and replies, “Morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep?”
“I’m not sure I’m awake yet,” I answer, “I think I might still be dreaming. And it’s a good dream, so don’t wake me.”
I feel him chuckle, and he turns his head to kiss the top of mine.
“It is a good dream,” he agrees.
The loud rumbling of a stomach changes the energy of the room instantly, and I start to laugh. My contented glow is still there, but I’m starting to feel alive again – more alive than I’ve felt in a long time. Maybe ever.
Jaxon grunts again as if offended by my laughter, which just makes me laugh more. Soon enough Nathan is laughing too, and tears are coming out of my eyes.
Nothing is really funny, there’s just so much emotion inside me, looking for a way out that I can’t control it. I roll over on my other side to snuggle up to Jaxon, letting him know I’m not laughing at him.
Nathan instinctively rolls towards us both and spoons me, his naked hardness pressing against my soft, naked ass. It’s not an insistent hardness, just an admission that, even after a well spent night, he’s still very much interested.
I kiss Jaxon’s tattooed chest and I feel him shift his arm, carefully enveloping me, but not his friend. I wonder at their relationship, but I don’t really want to know the history. I’d rather believe that what we had between us last night was unique to the three of us.
I can feel a rumble coming from Jaxon and it makes me giggle again.
“Somebody’s hungry,” I say, punctuating my sentence with another kiss.
Jaxon grunts again but doesn’t move.
“I think that I should make you boys breakfast to show my appreciation for your…” I press my ass back a little against Nathan and tweak Jaxon’s nipple, “hospitality,” I finish.
“Mmm,” Nathan moans. “That sounds nice, but you don’t have to cook for us. We very much enjoyed your company.” He’s placing kisses along my neck, making me shiver.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” I say affirmatively, allowing no further argument. I don’t really want to move, at least not out of this bed, but I also have a strange desire to feed these men. I want to satiate their physical hunger as a reminder of how we three satiated each other’s sexual hunger last night.
Planting one last kiss on Jaxon’s chest I sit up and pat Nathan’s fine ass. I smile at the view of the two of them and get out of bed. I’m completely naked, and I know they’re both watching, so I stretch luxuriously, giving them a good view.
Nathan groans and buries his head in his pillow comically. I laugh at him and promise that breakfast will be ready shortly. I pull on the sweatpants and white tank that Nathan had lent me the night before and plod my way to the kitchen.
I feel oddly at home here, comfortable in a way that I shouldn’t, considering I’ve never been here before and hardly know the men who live here. But I like the feel of taking charge of their kitchen.
I whip around, gathering supplies and have a simple breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast prepared within 15 minutes. I can hear them moving around in the bedroom, so I call them to the kitchen. Nathan is out first, and he comes to stand behind me by the stove. With his hands on my hips, I can feel the outline of his body behind me and I relax into him.
He kisses the top of my head and grabs himself a cup of coffee, pouring 2 more cups and putting them beside the plates I’ve set out already.
Jaxon ambles in and takes a deep breath, enjoying the mouthwatering smell of bacon.
“Mmm, smells delicious,” he says. Something about this massive man makes my heart flutter. From the moment I met him in the pub I knew there was something about him, something that I wanted to protect. He’s so big, I can’t get over the idea that he must need so much care.
The men take their places at each end of the bar and I sit in between them, all of a sudden ravenous myself. We eat in near silence, scarfing down the food.
As he soaks up the very last drop of yolk and bacon grease with his toast, Nathan let’s out a moan of contentment. “That was delicious Olivia, thank you. I could get used to this! Are you sure you have to go back to town today? You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like.”
I see a glint in his eye and I know exactly where his mind is. My mind has gone back to the bedroom too. Truth is, I don’t wa
nt to leave. I would stay if I had any choice, but Sarah will be waiting for me, and I have to get back to Denver and work and real life.
Sadly, I smile. “I wish I could,” I admit. “As unexpected as last night was, I really enjoyed myself. Every minute of it.”
I look over at Jaxon as I feel his hand to cover my shoulder and run down my back.
I get instant goosebumps and shiver under his touch. He sees it and his eyes darken immediately. I can feel myself start to warm between my legs, my heartbeat pulsing at my core from nothing more than a moment’s glance.
Purposefully looking him up and down, to make my meaning very clear, I say, “I should probably go get changed. I’m not sure where my clothes ended up though, so you guys might need to help me…”
I let my words hang in the air and I stand up, turning my look onto Nathan, who doesn’t need any encouragement in the least. He’s following me like a puppy dog, holding onto my hips and bumping into me, making me laugh. We get to the bedroom door and I haven’t heard Jaxon get up, so I look back in the kitchen. He’s watching us intently.
“Are you coming?” I ask, worried that he won’t and surprised at how sad that makes me feel.
He must have seen my crushed look because he gets up and follows up without a word. I wonder again at his relationship with Nathan. I know it’s not “normal” exactly that the three of us would have sex together, but it felt so natural last night that I can’t imagine it any other way now.
As soon as we get in the bedroom Nathan’s hands are underneath my tank top, pulling it over my head. Before I can even register what’s happening, his head is on my breast, sucking my nipple and making me gasp. Instant jolts of pleasure shoot directly to my already hot and throbbing pussy.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders and moan uncontrollably. I catch Jaxon’s eye, and a look of hot lust moves over his face as he watches Nathan attend to me. I can’t explain it, but having him watch us makes every sensation that much more pronounced, and I shudder with a fresh wave of pleasure.