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.

gently at my hair. "If you don't stop,

But I didn't stop.

to see

taste that final moment when he lost

I tightened my lips around him and sucked harder, faster, my hand matching every movement. His grip in my hair tightened, and he threw

"Fuck, Olivia—"

And then he came.

and thick, pulsing

so loudly it echoed off the walls, his body trembling beneath me. I only moved away when I

with the back of my hand, then

still wild, but now softened with

lips, "was the hottest thing I've ever

smiled, a little

in one smooth motion, hovering

"Round two?"

over me, smirking the way he always did. His

He seemed fine now.

softly, brushing my fingers along his

a second. His eyes darkened with something I couldn't

said in a low

lying. His voice didn't match his eyes. He didn't want

and slid my fingers through

against mine and kissed me gently. His lips moved slowly, like he was taking his time. Like

he paused. He looked into

he said. His voice was low

decided to let

his mouth. He sucked gently at first. Then deeper. His tongue flicked over my nipple, and I gasped.

When he reached my thighs, he hesitated. Then he gently brushed between them. I

whispered, his lips still on my skin.

I trusted

my stomach, my hip, lower and lower. Then he slid his fingers down again. This time with more

moved lower, pressing in slowly. I gasped again. I was tight. He was careful. He gave me time to

so tight," he whispered.

curled them just right. My hips lifted without me meaning to. His touch

Sparks flew through my body. His fingers moved

his

whimpered. "Please…

he said. "You're almost

He was right.

through