Her body convulsed, and she panted, riding out the wave of pleasure. Before he knew what was happening, Olive crawled towards them, taking his dick in between her hands while she played with Julian’s.
Over the next few minutes, she switched between the two of them, her mouth running back and forth, sucking and licking until they were both growling, low noises in the back of their throats.
Julian reached for her hand and tugged, taking his hand to lead her towards the bedroom. He perched on the edge, his legs dangling on the side as he wrapped her arms around his neck, her hard nipples poking against him.
Milo kept his hands on her hips, running them over the smooth curve and down the length of her legs before he moved to the front of her thighs, skirting around her sensitive bundle of nerves, but never close enough.
She made a low whimper of complaint as she fell forward, her body pressed against Julian’s as he eased himself into her. Milo approached from behind, giving Julian a quick look to make sure he was okay with what he was about to do.
Julian gave a small imperceptible bob and shifted, moving his hips to make room. Milo sucked in a deep breath and held Olive still with both hands as he thrust into her from the back in one fluid movement.
She tensed, her body resisting the strange feeling of having two men inside of her at once. Both men waited, sweat running in rivulets down their back, hoping she liked it when she threw her head back, reached for a fistful of Milo’s hair and moaned, the sound like music to his ears.
Julian gyrated, his hand reaching for one breast while Milo reached the other, flicking and twisting the nipple until it grew hard. He shifted and moved forward, planting one leg on the edge of the bed, allowing him more mobility.
Olive gave a quick gasp of surprise, her hips bucking wildly. Emboldened by her response, Milo shifted the other leg, so he was resting both of his legs on the bed, his hips resting partially on Julian’s legs.
With both hands on either side of her hips, Milo was able to guide her movements, to control the pace of his thrusting as Olive whimpered with Julian taking her breasts between his mouth and sucking.
He had no idea what it must feel like for her to have two men inside of her at the same time, but to him, it felt fucking fantastic, being able to claim her in that way. Based on her frenzied movement, and the deep guttural sounds she was making, he had to assume she was enjoying it too.
In all honesty, he hadn’t anticipated things taking the turn they did, even with Julian in complete agreement. It was one thing to talk about propositioning her, and another thing entirely to have her agree.
Even the best-case scenario hadn’t prepared him for this.
The reality of what he was doing, and the woman he was with were far better than his wildest dreams, infinitely better in fact, and he couldn’t imagine anything measuring up to that.
The only issue he foresaw were his budding feelings for Olive, a spark that was starting to grow, in spite of his best attempts at tempering it. In the back of his mind, he wondered if it would really be that bad, or inconvenient even.
Sure, none of them had talked about what happened if things got serious, but it was the kind of conversation he needed to avoid like the plague, one wrong move, and everything came crumbling down.
No, he refused to believe that.
Milo gave a slight shake of his head and dragged his wondering thoughts back to the present, to the goddess pressed against him, sweat running down her pale back, glistening like little diamonds stretched out across her skin.
God, she was fucking perfect, in every way possible.
He just couldn’t get enough of her, and it had never been like that for him. No woman had ever been able to hold his attention for this long, and many of them were just as wild as Olive if not more.
But Olive stood head and shoulders above the rest, showing them a thing or two about how it was done. On cue, she threw her head back and let out a deep throaty moan, sending the blood rushing to Milo’s groin.
Slowly, he reached for her shoulders, his fingers digging into the sensitive back there as he pushed her forward, allowing her to drape her body over Julian’s giving him complete access from the back.
He lowered his head, drew his lips back and ran his tongue over the course of her back, drawing idle patterns from the top of her shoulders, down the curve of her back and stopping at her hips.
Impulsively, he sunk his teeth into her butt, noting with delight her surprised gasp, and the loaded look she sent him over her shoulder. He smirked and brought both hands back to her ass, jiggling it between his hands before he slapped, hard.
The sound echoed back to him, her skin tingling in response as she moved towards him, her body craving more. Milo smirked and raised an eyebrow as he used the pad of his thumb to trace the curve of her ass, moving from one end to the other, admiring the round shape of it.
Glorious.
Her ass alone had the power to drive him crazy, to drive away all logical thought till he wanted nothing more than to squeeze it, to feel it pressed against him in any way, shape, or form.
Red hot desire continued to course through him, surprising him with the dexterity of it. By all accounts, he should’ve been tired by now, having been at it for almost two hours, but he still felt charged, electricity pumping through his veins.
He wanted to pound into her over and over till she screamed out his name, her body collapsing against his, slick with the sweat, the smell of her overpowering everything else.
Yes, it was exactly what should happen, and he studied Julian’s reaction, seeing the same primal look on his face, his emotions dancing across his face. It appeared they both had the same thought.
As if by some kind of silent agreement, they both picked up the pace, timing their thrusts, so Milo pushed in when Julian was out then vice versa, the sensation throwing Olive for a loop, her fingers digging into the sheets next to her.
She clutched them tightly, her nails digging into her palm, eyes squeezed shut, and sweat pouring freely, trailing a path down her navel and across her back. Milo dug his nails into her palm, keeping her steady as he picked up the pace, going harder until he suddenly stopped, drawing out the sensation.
Olive whimpered and grumbled under her breath, wriggling her hips as a suggestion. Milo chuckled and groaned, wanting to oblige her, but enjoying how big her appetite was.
She was insatiable.
All at once, Olive froze, staring at something over Julian’s shoulder, her body drawing to a halt. Milo glanced down and followed her gaze, noticing with surprise the woman standing at the foot of the door, eyes comically wide.
Clearly, she hadn’t been expecting to walk in on this.
Judging by her reaction, she knew Olive and wasn’t too pleased with this startling discovery. He could sense Olive’s hesitance, her desire to run after her friend and offer an explanation, the words already racing through her mouth, but after a few seconds, she moved again, intent on pushing the thoughts out of her mind until they were done.
Olive came, her body writhing and spasming beneath him with Milo following soon after. Julian jerked, sucking in a deep breath as he too followed and pulled out of her, pressing a soft kiss to the base of her neck.
Milo pressed a kiss to her collarbone and climbed off, landing with a loud thwack on her bed, the mattress creaking and shifting underneath his weight. Obviously, it wasn’t used to three people at once.
Apologetically, Olive slid into her clothes and tossed her red hair over her shoulders, giving them both a strained smile. She shoved her hands in her pockets and flicked an errand lock of hair out of her eyes, troubled.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Olive called out, a blur of movement as she raced out the door.
8
Olive
For someone who had small legs, Indiana sure could move. Olive’s lungs burned, her legs screaming in protest, but she still pushed through, determined to get to her best friend and hash it out once and for all.
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sp; The problem was she had no idea what she would say to her once she did.
Yes, she wanted to tell her the truth, to let out everything she’d been holding back, but if her best friend’s reaction was anything to go by, then she was in for a hell of a time.
As things stood, she wasn’t even sure her best friend would be able to get past it, to see past the negative connotations of the whole thing; the taboo element. Olive herself had experienced a hard time in the beginning, her initial reaction being shocked and outright refusal.
In the end, it was Julian and Milo who phrased it differently, cast it in a softer spotlight, and now, she couldn’t imagine having it another way. Olive’s feet pounded against the pavement, her sneakers slapping noisily as she weaved in and out of the throngs of people, calling out for Indiana who pretended not to hear her, head ducked forward.
Honestly, Olive hadn’t expected Indiana to start power walking as if her life depended on it, tearing through the streets like some kind of Tasmanian devil. She’d half expected to come out of the apartment and find the blonde sitting in her car, both hands on the steering wheel, and a dazed look on her face.
So much for that.
Shit.
She was running out of energy, and Indiana showed no signs of stopping, not anytime soon. Then again, Indiana was pretty much an expert when it came to running away from things she didn’t want to face.
A pro of the highest caliber.
This was no different.
“Indi, wait! Please,” Olive called out, her tone pleading. To her surprise, Indiana slowed down before coming to a complete halt, the crowd around them thinning. A cold wind whipped through them, carrying Olive’s hair off her neck before setting it back down.
Indiana stood a few feet away, underneath the fluorescent lights, watching her with an indecipherable expression. Olive held a hand up then doubled over, placing her hands on either side of her thighs as she breathed deeply, and gulping in huge mouthfuls of air.
Finally, the ache in her chest started to lessen. She looked up and coughed, shoving her hands in her pockets uncertainly.
Now, that Indiana had actually stopped, she still had no idea what to say. It was easier to imagine chasing after her on the street, calling out for someone who wouldn’t turn back, only to try reaching her on the phone, the physical distance making it easier to come clean.
Although she had no idea why Indiana stopped, at least she had, that was something at least, and it meant Olive stood a chance, minuscule as it was. She wasn’t about to go look this gift horse in the mouth.
“Well?” Indiana asked, crossing her arms over her chest impatiently. She flicked her hair out of her eyes.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Olive began, quietly.
“What the fuck was that?” Indiana demanded.
Olive straightened her back and frowned. “Look, Indi, I know it wasn’t easy for you to see that, but there’s no reason for you to be so hostile.”
Indiana raised an eyebrow. “Hostile?”
“Yes, hostile,” Olive confirmed. “I know that isn’t the kind of thing you’d usually see, but it doesn’t make it any less enjoyable or valuable.”
Indiana blinked. “What?”
Olive sighed and raked her hands through her hair. “There’s a bench over here. How about we sit down?”
Indiana paused and looked like she was about to protest before she shook her head and sat down, leaving a small amount of space between them. Silence descended as Indiana looked out on the street, eyes dancing wildly while Olive tried to sift through her thought process.
Okay, Olive. You can do this. Just be honest. She’s your best friend. I’m sure if you explain the whole thing, she’ll get it. You just need to help her see past the cover.
That was definitely easier said than done.
Olive exhaled and clasped her fingers together. “I know that this seems crazy to you. Hell, you probably even think that this is some weird phase that I’m going through and will eventually grow out of.”
“Isn’t it?” Indiana inquired, turning to face her fully, green eyes appraising and confused. “This isn’t you, Olive. I know you.”
“Exactly. You know me,” Olive pointed out. “Which means you know I wouldn’t do anything just for the hell of it. This is something I want.”
Indiana made a small noise in the back of her throat. “Since when?”
“For about three weeks now. Look, when I first met Milo and Julian, I thought that the best-case scenario was dating both of them casually till I decided to take things more seriously with one of them. I hadn’t considered it would develop this way.”
Indiana cleared her throat. “Olive, are you sure they don’t have anything over you? Are they blackmailing you into this?”
Olive shook her head. “No, of course not. It was their idea to try it out, and they said I can call it quits anytime it gets to be too much.”
A part of Olive really wanted to be angry at Indiana for jumping to conclusions and assuming the worst, hardly able to wrap her head around the fact that the whole thing was consensual, down to the letter.
On the other hand, this was her coping mechanism, a way to deal with something she hadn’t seen coming, her world turned upside down, and the idea that she didn’t know her best friend as well as she thought.
“I know how crazy this sounds,” Olive admitted. “And you must be thinking this can’t possibly be real. I mean it makes sense that you would think they have something over me, but trust me, they don’t.”
“So, you chose this?”
Olive didn’t miss the shock coloring her best friend’s tone, or the flicker of disgust, brief, but long enough for her to notice. A knot formed in her stomach, and she tasted bile in the back of her throat.
Out of all the ways she’d imagined this playing out, this was not one of them.
Sure, she knew it would take Indiana a beat to get with the program, but she knew that eventually, she’d shrug whatever personal bias she had aside and support her best friend. It was just the way their friendship worked, and it had been like that since freshman year of college.
Naturally, she hadn’t anticipated that this would be any different, but she was starting to think that maybe she could be wrong. There was a slim chance, a needle in a haystack really, that Indiana wouldn’t be able to accept this side of Olive.
Of course, Olive wouldn’t make her, she couldn’t, but it would spell the beginning of the end, the fissure of distaste spreading quickly like a contagious virus till it eliminated everything in its path.
She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Yes, I did choose this, Indiana. It was my decision, and look, I don’t need you to agree with me. You don’t even need to like it, but you don’t have to act like I’m spewing forth crazy bullshit. People do this kind of thing, you know.”
Indiana had the grace to look chagrined, looking away as she shifted on the bench, uncomfortable with the observation. “Yes, I know that, but not you. You aren’t like that.”
“I wasn’t,” Olive agreed. “But I am now.”
Indiana cocked her head to the side. “Does this mean you’re like gender fluid or something?”
Olive sighed. “No, it isn’t like that either. I don’t know how to explain it, but I’ll try. When we first started fucking around, I expected to hate it. I went into it with the expectation that it would be this God-awful experience I would laugh and cringe about years from now. Then, it hit me. I actually liked it. I like being with two men, and no it’s not some far-fetched kinky fantasy I’m living out, a way to rebel in my twenties.”
Indiana looked skeptical but kept her mouth shut, gesturing for Olive to continue, allowing her a wide berth of space to help her understand. Now, this was progress. Tentatively, Olive allowed herself to hope, to hold out for a better outcome because so far it was a train-wreck, one she couldn’t jump off of.
“I like them, Indi. As in, I genuinely enjoy spending time with them, outside
the bedroom. Both of them. They’re both hilarious, kind, and smart. I, I just don’t know. Shit, I don’t even know what it is half the time, but it just makes sense.”
In terms of being articulate, Olive had pretty much blown her chance, but she realized in that moment, with startling clarity, as if someone had cleaned the dirty camera lens that it was true.
She had feelings for both of them, and they ran deep, deeper than she’d care to admit, and it was something she would have to face sooner or later, but for now, she just wanted to talk to Indiana, to face one thing at a time.
“You--you have feelings for them,” Indiana noticed, awe coloring her tone. Olive glanced up and noticed that comprehension had dawned on Indiana’s face, a kindred understanding of it.
“I do,” Olive confirmed, resting her head in her hands. “I have no idea what the hell I’m going to do about it because it’ll probably complicate everything, but yeah, I do.”
Indiana’s brows furrowed together. “You haven’t talked about what would happen if any of you developed feelings?”
Olive shook her head. “No, we haven’t. In retrospect, we probably should’ve, but we didn’t.”
Indiana harrumphed. “So, what are you going to do?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure yet, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, I guess.”
Indiana reached across the bench and offered Olive a tentative pat. “I don’t know what to say, Olive.”
Olive stared at her. “Just be honest, Indi. We’ve been friends for a while. I trust you to level with me.”
Indiana laughed. “Except for Sophomore year, when you sported that weird half pixie cut and wouldn’t listen to me.”
“Well, I won’t always agree with you, but I will listen at least,” Olive allowed, allowing the corners of her lips to tilt into a half smile.
“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions,” Indiana offered, apologetically. “You’re right. It is your life. I was just worried, I guess, but it came out wrong, and I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”
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