Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 59: One More round

Chapter 59: One More round

Olivia's POV

I swallowed hard, his words vibrating against my lips.

Louis's eyes searched mine, burning with desire but also restraint—like he was asking, not demanding, as if my pleasure had meant more to him than his own. That thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me.

I wanted to refuse… damn, but I couldn't. If we had come this far, then a simple blow job won't harm, and besides, I'm doing this for a reason. I will benefit from it when all this is over.

I nodded slowly, deliberately, and pushed gently at his chest.

He let me guide him, breath ragged, until he was lying back against the pillows, his dark hair tousled, his body stretched out and glorious before me. His cock stood proud between us, flushed and aching, and I licked my lips instinctively.

Louis cursed under his breath, his abs tightening.

"I've never done this before," I murmured, crawling over him, my lips brushing against the skin of his lower stomach.

He looked at me with dark, reverent eyes. "You don't have to be perfect," he said, voice low and rough. "Just do what feels right."

I kissed down his chest, letting my tongue flick over his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat, feeling the tension in every muscle as I worked my way lower. When I reached the base of his cock, I paused, letting my breath fan over the swollen head.

He shuddered.

"Olivia…" His voice was a warning and a plea all at once.

I pressed a soft kiss to the tip.

He groaned, head tipping back, and I took that as encouragement. Slowly, I opened my mouth and took him in—inch by inch—until I couldn't take anymore. The stretch made my throat tighten, but I pushed past the discomfort, letting my tongue swirl around him as I moved back.

Louis growled, his hand flying to my hair, not pushing—just holding, anchoring himself to me.

"Fuck, Oli… you're perfect," he rasped.

I began to move, finding a rhythm, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him slowly, then faster. The sounds he made—the low curses, the broken groans—only pushed me further. I wanted to give him everything he'd just given me. I wanted to make him unravel. Ridiculously, I wanted to do better than Anita. I wanted him to never forget it. I wanted him to go back and tell his brothers what they missed… what they tossed away. I wanted to drop an impression.

I glanced up and found him watching me, jaw clenched, eyes wild.

"Look at you," he choked out. "Taking me like that. You're going to fucking ruin me."

His words made something dark and hungry bloom in my chest, and I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse again. I let one of my hands wrap around his base, stroking him in sync with my mouth, my other hand braced on his thigh as it tensed beneath my palm.

Louis was losing control—his breathing sharp, his hips beginning to jerk up to meet each stroke.

gasped, tugging gently at my hair. "If you don't stop, I'll

But I didn't stop.

wanted to see

that final

around him and sucked harder, faster, my hand matching every movement. His grip

"Fuck, Olivia—"

And then he came.

and thick, pulsing against my

to waste a drop. He groaned so loudly it echoed off the walls, his body trembling beneath me. I only moved away when I

the back of my hand, then crawled up to straddle his waist again, heart

still wild, but now softened with awe. He cupped my face, pulling me down

"was the hottest thing I've ever felt in

a

one smooth motion, hovering over me with that

"Round two?"

smirking the way he always did. His skin was flushed.

He seemed fine now.

seem better," I said softly, brushing my fingers along

with something I couldn't name. Then he

in a low voice. "Not

voice didn't match his eyes. He didn't want us to

my fingers

me…" Louis didn't let me complete the word before slamming his lips against mine and kissed me gently. His lips moved slowly, like he was taking his time. Like he was savoring

he paused. He looked into my

said.

decided to let

first. Then deeper.

hand slid down my waist, tracing every curve. When he reached my thighs, he hesitated. Then he

whispered, his lips still

I trusted

lower and lower. Then he slid his fingers down again. This time with more purpose. His fingers circled softly at my entrance.

slowly. I gasped again. I was tight. He was careful. He

so tight," he

right. My hips lifted without me meaning to. His touch was slow but sure. I felt myself

Sparks flew through

buried my face in his neck.

I whimpered.

you can," he said. "You're almost

He was right.

body clenched around his fingers. A wave of pleasure rushed through me. I