Chapter Seventeen #3
tongue. She felt Keane’s hands slip up to cup her breasts, fingers starting to
toy with her nipples. Every touch was a lick of sweet heat, sending desire
flaring through her body.
Keane nipped at her ear and played with her breasts.
Garrett’s hands cupped her ass while his tongue dominated hers. It was a
whirlwind and one she never wanted out of. She wanted to be caught in this
moment forever.
Keane’s fingers slipped lower. “You were a good girl today.
I think a good girl deserves all the treats.”
She chuckled and tilted her pelvis because she knew where
those fingers wanted to go, and she wanted them there, too. “I thought I was a
massive brat who defied all my Masters and caused no end of trouble.”
“Some trouble is necessary,” he whispered as his fingers
found her clit and slid over it with teasing pressure. “I don’t ever want to be
spared your trouble, baby. You’re ours, and we share it all.”
“We share it all,” Garrett whispered back.
Her head fell against Keane’s shoulder as the pressure
built. He knew exactly where to touch her, how to glide those talented fingers
over her tender flesh until she couldn’t breathe. Garrett tugged at her
nipples. The sharpness of Garrett’s fingers and the soft sweetness of Keane’s
sent her into a spiral of sensation.
She was breathless as the pleasure washed over her, her
knees going weak. It didn’t matter. They wouldn’t let her fall. She found
herself wrapped in Keane’s arms, and this time he held her like a lover.
Cradled against his chest. She looked up into his eyes. There was always a
shadow in his gaze, even when she knew he was happy. There were scars in the
way he looked at the world, but they were gone now. There was nothing but love
and desire in his eyes.
“Don’t think because I’m not spanking you tonight that I’ll
forget what I owe you,” he said with a heartbreakingly open smile.
She wanted that spanking. She wanted all the fun discipline
stuff, and she wanted to watch her guys go at it, too. “Bring it on, Master.”
He carried her to the bed where Garrett was already lying on
the silky comforter, his tanned skin a brilliant contrast to the stark white.
Despite his recent orgasm, his cock was already straining again. He was so
beautiful lying there, waiting for her. Keane eased her down, allowing her to
straddle the gorgeous man. Garrett’s hands found the cheeks of her ass and
gripped her as she rubbed her soaking wet pussy against the hardness of his
cock. It felt so good. It didn’t matter that they’d recently brought her to
orgasm. She was ready for another one.
“Ride him,” Keane ordered in a low tone.
“But I’m having fun teasing him,” she said with a wicked
grin.
And then she squealed as a hard hand lit her backside up.
“Behave,” Keane barked, but there was a teasing quality to
the word. “The two of you have had some relief. I haven’t.”
She had forgotten about that small fact. She scrambled to
follow his orders, letting herself slide onto Garrett’s hard cock. Breathe. She
had to force herself to breathe because he filled her so perfectly and it
already felt like heaven, then Garrett spread her cheeks and she felt Keane
move between her legs.
Anticipation flooded her veins. She’d gotten used to the
plug. They’d fucked her with various plugs, teaching her how good it could
feel, but they hadn’t given her what she really wanted.
A big hand pressed her down until she was right against
Garrett’s chest, her ass angling up, legs spread for Keane’s convenience.
Olivia gasped as she felt the lube dribble between her cheeks, sluicing down to
where she needed it the most.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Keane growled. “Do you know how
long I’ve dreamed about this?”
She could barely breathe as she felt him touch her. It took
all her restraint to not move. Garrett was so big and hot inside her, and every
instinct told her to start the dance, but this was a dance for three and took
more preparation. She forced a breath. “Since you met me?”
“Longer,” Keane replied. “Since I knew what love was, I’ve
wanted this. I might not have known your name or what you looked like, but I
think my soul has always known you were out there. I think it’s why Garrett and
I waited.”
“We needed you,” Garrett said, his voice strained. “We need
you. Always.”
The words were as sweet as their caresses, and she felt
emotion start to overflow. “I need you. I lost myself for a while. I lost who I
was, but I realize it was because I didn’t feel safe. Now I do, and you should
know I was considered to be somewhat wild as a kid.”
“I’ll give you a place where you can go as wild as you
like,” Keane promised. “You are always safe with us.”
She gritted her teeth as she felt his fingers rub the lube
in. His fingers slipped in, sending jangly pleasure through her veins. He
opened her up, gradually taking his time, which caused Garrett’s jaw to clench.
“This is going to kill me,” Garrett said. “But at least I’ll
die happy.”
Garrett was right. This was pure torture. She was caught on
the cusp of pleasure and a tension that felt like it would never relax. Her
whole body trembled as she felt Keane move, his hands on her hips now.
“Just a little more, baby, and then we’ll show you how two
men can love their woman,” Keane promised, and she felt something far larger
than his fingers begin to breach her ass.
So much bigger and hot. So hot.
She forced herself to stay still, to hold on to Garrett
while Keane’s cock threatened to overwhelm her. He pushed through in short
passes at first, opening her up more and more to him, and then with a long sigh
of relief he slid all the way in.
“You feel so good, baby,” he groaned. “You feel like
heaven.”
She felt like she was way too full of big cocks. “If one of
you doesn’t move soon, I’m going to scream.”
“Well, I don’t want to keep a lady waiting,” Garrett said
with a smile.
He pressed up as Keane pulled out, and they quickly found a
rhythm. One moved in while the other pulled back so she was never without them.
They could feel each other, too. They were only held apart
by a thin layer of her flesh, their cocks moving together in perfect harmony.
Every touch and caress was shared by the three of them.
She couldn’t hold out a second longer and let out a low moan
as she flew over the edge, and pounding pleasure formed her whole reality for a
few precious moments. Everything—all the stress and anxiety, all the worry and
pain of the last few years—fell away, and there was only this moment and these
men.
Keane stiffened behind her and she felt the sweet wash of
his release even as Garrett groaned and filled her pussy.
Keane fell to her side, and they were all tangled together.
For a moment, life seemed perfect.