Chapter 15 #2
The air in the room seems to thicken, charged with a tension that makes it almost impossible to breathe. Their reactions are overwhelming, their desire palpable, and the heat of their collective need wraps around me like a physical force.
Grey’s grip on me tightens slightly, his lips brushing my throat when he murmurs, “We’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you more,” I whisper back, feeling my nipples peak.
What are we even doing?
Grey’s lips find the crook of my neck, and he whispers against my flushed skin, “We had quite an interesting discussion before we had to whisk you away from there.”
My mind hazy with desire, I manage a soft, “Oh?”
“Indeed. We were thinking…” Misha moves closer. “… we’d like to teach Oliver a thing or two, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”
Oh God.
“Teach him what, exactly?” I ask on a breath.
Grey’s voice rumbles in my ear. “Pleasure. Giving it, specifically.”
A delicious shiver runs through me, a heady mix of anticipation and nervous excitement settling in the pit of my stomach.
I swallow hard, trying to steady my racing heart as I turn and meet Grey’s intense gaze.
The dimly lit room seems to shrink around us, the air crackling with an electric tension that I can almost taste on my lips.
His fingers graze my cheek with a touch so light it’s almost cruel, sending a bolt of desire straight through me.
And before I can even register what’s happening, his lips are on mine in a searing kiss that threatens to consume me whole.
It’s as if every nerve in my body is attuned to the sensation of his mouth on mine, the urgency of his hands as they reach down to pull me up to him, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him.
The heat builds between us as he carries me with a sureness that speaks of possession, a commanding force that brooks no resistance and threatens to burn.
Our lips are locked until we reach the edge of one of the plush beds.
Then he sits, the force dropping me into his lap and making me groan as my clit rubs against his length.
I start to rock my hips, seeking further friction, but his hands on my hips grip tight, stopping me.
“Shit, baby. We have time,” Grey assures me, releasing me to move back against the headboard. “Now, get your sweet ass over here.”
He reaches for me, and with a gentle yet insistent pull, he tugs me into his lap, turning me so my legs drape over his, effectively spreading me open.
The sudden sound of Oliver and Misha groaning have me snapping my eyes up to where they stand at the foot of the bed, their eyes riveted to my pussy.
Oliver’s gaze is filled with a reverent appreciation, while Misha’s holds a predatory edge that makes my pulse race even faster.
Misha’s words break the lust-filled haze and are laced with that familiar, playful edge. “I figure that’s a yes to us teaching Oliver this?” His question hangs in the air, a tangible challenge.
The thought of what this entails sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
But…
“It’s just… it’s not easy for me to come. I don’t want him to think…” I struggle to find the right words without breaking Grey’s rule about not mentioning other men in his bed or sounding foolish. “Grey and you are the only ones who have ever made me come.”
Something like fire burns in Misha’s eyes, and a proud grin spreads across his lips.
“And Oliver will, too, if you let him try,” Grey rumbles in my ear, and my gaze flits up to him, his arms a steady fortress around me. “Will you?”
I feel the heat of their stares and the weight of their expectations. It’s intoxicating, the idea of us all together like this, of Oliver learning from them—from us. My answer slips out, breathy even to my ears, “Yes.”
Grey’s response is immediate, a low murmur against my ear that sends goose bumps cascading across my skin.
“Good girl.” His fingers find my clit, rubbing slow circles as he sucks on my neck.
I moan, my hips bucking against his hand.
Then he slips a finger inside me, curling it up to hit that sweet spot that makes me gasp.
Oliver watches, mesmerized, while Misha grins. “Okay, Ollie, let’s do this.”
Oliver swallows visibly, his eyes meeting mine as he moves toward the bed, the tension in his shoulders betraying his nerves. He settles on the comforter, his gaze never leaving mine, seeking silent reassurance.
I smile at him, trying to tell him all he needs to know with my eyes.
I love you, and I will love everything you do.
This is new territory for him, and the gravity of the moment isn’t lost on me.
“Do you want to touch her?” Grey asks Oliver. “Do you want to feel how wet she is?”
Oliver nods, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches out to touch me.
Grey guides his hand, showing him exactly how to pleasure me.
Oliver’s fingers are tentative at first, but he quickly picks up the rhythm, his thumb rubbing circles around my clit.
“Good job, Ollie,” Grey praises, his voice thick with approval. “Now, keep the tempo.”
I moan, my head falling back in pleasure as I try to maintain eye contact with Oliver, letting him see the effects of his touch on me. My body trembles with each stroke.
“I bet Amelia wants your mouth on her, am I right, Bug?” Misha’s hand slides up my inner thigh, his fingers teasing with a mischievous precision that sends a thrill through me.
“This is where you start, Ollie,” his voice a low, inviting purr.
“You want to make her feel good, right?” Oliver nods, his eyes wide and earnest as his fingers leave my clit, drinking in every detail as if his life depends on it.
With a devilish grin that promises all sorts of delightful wickedness, Misha starts to caress my pussy, and then his fingers part me, revealing my most intimate parts to the cool air of the room. Oliver watches, his breath hitching audibly as Misha exposes me, and my breath comes faster.
Grey holds my thighs apart with a firm but gentle grip while his lips are on my neck, kissing and nibbling with a tantalizing heat that makes me shiver. Each nibble and caress adds to the overwhelming sensations, keeping me on edge.
“Watch carefully,” Misha instructs in a low, rumbling voice that reverberates through me.
His fingers glide over my clit with expert precision, causing a sharp gasp to escape my lips.
“You already gathered that this is the magic spot. You’ll want to use your tongue to tease her like this.
” His finger flicks over my sensitive nub, igniting fireworks of pleasure throughout my body.
Grey’s lips brush against my ear, and his breath is hot as he pinches my nipple. It’s like a sensory overload but nowhere near enough. The contradiction has my body buzzing with need, wanting everything they have to give.
Fuck.
Misha’s lips brush against mine, his breath a whisper in a kiss that is just out of reach as he pinches my clit and whispers, “Are you ready for this, Bug?” My heart races as I nod eagerly, and Misha pulls his hand away. “All right, Ollie. Your turn.”
Oliver leans in, his hands gripping my thighs, his lips finding their way to my center.
His tongue darts out tentatively, unsure of where to begin.
He starts by tracing slow, deliberate circles around the outside of my slit, causing my hips to buck involuntarily.
Seemingly taking this as a good sign, he continues exploring, growing more confident with each passing moment.
Spreading me as Misha did, Oliver flicks and prods at my clit.
Holy shit.
He licks me until I’m writhing beneath him. Then he sucks on my clit, and I let out a guttural moan that seems to spur him on even more.
Grey’s voice cuts through the haze of pleasure, low and commanding. “Does that feel good, Princess?” His fingers continue to tease my nipples, and I struggle not to arch into his touch, trying to focus on the sensations Oliver is creating.
I try to respond, but my words are lost in a moan as Oliver’s tongue dances over my clit. The intensity of it overwhelms me, and my attempt to speak is cut off by another moan. Oliver, seemingly misunderstanding my reaction, starts to pull away, concerned that he’s not doing it right.
Without thinking, I grab his head, pulling him back toward me with desperate urgency. “No, don’t stop,” I manage to gasp out between breaths, making Grey chuckle behind me. My fingers thread through Oliver’s hair, guiding him back to my clit, encouraging him to continue.
The sensation of his mouth on me again is a relief, and I moan, my hips rocking in response.
Misha’s hand joins Grey’s on my chest, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipple, while Grey pulls on the other, nibbling my neck.
Oliver’s tongue delves deeper, teasing and tasting every inch of me.
They are working me up, the pleasure mounting, and I am getting closer and closer to the edge, but I don’t want this to end already.
Grey’s hand moves down to my hip, steadying me as I thrash around. His fingers dig into my skin, adding a delicious hint of pain to the mix. The combination of sensations is almost too much to handle, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
“That’s it, Ollie,” Grey murmurs. “You’re doing great.”
Misha leans in closer, guiding with calm intensity.
“Now, slide your fingers inside her like this.” He demonstrates with two curled fingers, and Oliver follows, his fingers slipping into me as I gasp.
“In and out, slow at first, then faster.” Oliver’s long fingers reach the perfect spot, and the sensation of him inside me, combined with the relentless teasing of my clit…
“Fuck.”
Through the pleasure-induced haze, I hear Grey chuckle into my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and the sensation makes me squirm even more.