Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 286: Pleasured

Olivia’s POV

Levi hesitated, torn, but the desire between us was undeniable. Slowly, carefully, he guided his cock to my entrance, the thick head brushing against the slick heat of me. We both moaned at the contact, the tension snapping taut as a bowstring. I rocked my hips slightly, letting the tip of him slide along my folds—wet and pulsing, so close, yet not inside. The friction was delicious and maddening. My breath came in shallow gasps as I moved, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my core. Levi’s grip on my hips tightened.

"Moon... you’re killing me," he groaned, his voice guttural.

Behind me, Louis wasn’t idle.

His fingers slid between my thighs again, spreading me gently. Then his thumb found my clit, circling it in slow, purposeful strokes that made my entire body jolt with sensation.

"Gods—Louis," I cried, my hips bucking between them.

Louis chuckled softly, his breath hot against my skin.

"I want to feel you fall apart," he murmured. "Right here. Between us."

Levi’s cock rubbed at my entrance, the swollen head teasing me with every rock of my hips. It was torture. Sweet, burning, sacred torture.

Our bodies moved in a rhythm that was all tension and longing, every brush of his tip making me whimper. Every flick of Louis’s thumb sent sparks bursting behind my eyes.

"Don’t stop," I whispered again, my voice shaking with emotion. "Don’t stop..."

And they didn’t.

Levi’s forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged. Louis kissed along my back, his fingers coaxing more pleasure from my body than I thought possible.

Levi’s cock pulsed at my entrance, hot and throbbing against my slick folds as I rocked my hips again, slower this time, savoring the friction. He let out a sharp breath, his hands flexing around my waist as if anchoring himself against the urge to thrust deeper.

His eyes locked on mine—dark, dilated, pleading.

"Olivia, you don’t know what you’re doing to me..."

"I do," I whispered, brushing my lips against his, teasing him. "I feel every twitch... every ache you’re holding back."

And gods, so did I.

Louis’s fingers never stopped circling my clit—slow, steady, devastating. His other hand slid up, splaying across my stomach, holding me close as he pressed his chest to my back, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear.

"She’s trembling," he murmured to Levi, his voice deep and full of praise. "So damn responsive."

Levi groaned, his hips shifting up instinctively, the thick head of him grinding against my entrance with more pressure. I gasped, clutching his shoulders, the sensation so intense I saw stars.

"I want you to feel all of it," Levi growled, his voice thick with strain, "even if I can’t be inside you."

Louis kissed my neck from behind, slow and savoring.

I whimpered in pleasure.

Louis reached around, his fingers replacing his thumb, now sliding in gentle strokes over my clit—up and down, slow at first, then firmer, more insistent. I bucked helplessly against Levi, the friction between his cock and my folds unbearable now, driving me wild with every movement.

"More," I gasped. "Don’t stop—please, more..."

Levi captured my mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and fire, his hips rising in sync with mine. Every motion rubbed him harder against my entrance, every stroke of Louis’s fingers pushing me closer to the edge.

My entire body was a storm of sensation—heat, friction, pressure. Levi’s cock teasing, Louis’s hands orchestrating my pleasure.

"Let go, Olivia," Louis said against my ear. "Let us feel you come apart."

as a wave of pleasure crashed through me—sharp, pulsing, endless. My legs trembled, my thighs clamped tight around Levi, my nails dug into his chest as the orgasm rolled through

groaned beneath me, his own restraint shattering as he jerked against me, moaning low into my mouth. Louis held me tight, grounding me as I trembled,

Louis’s arms wrapped around me from behind,

even go in," I

have to. You broke me

in his voice. "And

of pleasure still humming under my skin when Louis’s grip on my waist shifted,

he said flatly to

breathless and dazed, still beneath me.

your

voice. A chill skated

but obeyed, sliding out from under me, his cock slick and hard, his breath uneven as he moved to the side. I barely had time

said, pulling me onto his lap,

making me meet his gaze. "Look at me. Stay

trembling, but the challenge in his eyes said he

slightly, his mouth brushing my ear.

slapped the inside of my thigh, not harsh but sharp

those legs open. I

strangled by shock and

his cock pressed against my folds, teasing and hot. He didn’t push in, but the weight of him there was torture. My hips rolled instinctively, seeking more, but Louis’s hands

"No."

My breath hitched.

my clit, circling it with

moaned, my hips twitching

He reached down, wrapping a hand around himself, stroking in slow, rhythmic motions

Levi said hoarsely.

take his eyes off me. "Not undone

folds slowly over his length—tip to base and back again. I cried out, the stimulation unbearable in the best

to feel the tip," Louis murmured. "So that’s all

struck again—another soft slap to my

everything when

between his wicked touch and Levi’s gaze—both of them working me from opposite ends

And the worst part?

wanted it to

waist as I rolled my hips over him again and again, the thick length of him sliding along my soaked folds. The friction was maddening, every drag of his cock against me sparking lightning

between his lips with a soft growl, sucking hard enough to make me cry out, his tongue

my fingers burying in his hair as I rode

won’t," he muttered around my skin, voice thick, lips never leaving my breast. "Not until you fall

hand wrapped around himself as he stroked slowly, almost reverently. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, watching every move

curling around his wrist to stop

closer," I said, my voice hoarse with

kneeling beside us, and I leaned forward, brushing my lips down his chest, down his stomach. His cock pulsed in my grip as I brought him to my mouth, slow

around him. The combination was

going to make him lose it," Louis murmured against my skin, his mouth still close to my breast, his voice low and

moaned in response, and the vibration made Levi

hands fisting the sheets as he suddenly pulled back,

his body straining as he came, his head tipped back, his face

with new purpose. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me harder, faster along his length.

growled. "Let me feel all

dug into his chest as I ground against him, hips rocking in frantic need, every movement bringing me closer to the edge again. His mouth returned to my breast,

Then suddenly—he stopped.

I could speak, he pulled me off him with a