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."

sound raw and broken, 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

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

collapsed forward, my lips brushing Levi’s shoulder, my breath ragged, my heart pounding like a war drum. Louis’s arms wrapped around me from behind, solid and warm,

even go in," I whispered,

hoarsely. "Didn’t have to. You

my spine, a smile in his voice. "And you’re not done

still humming under

said flatly

dazed, still beneath me.

your turn.

was no arguing with that voice. A chill skated down my spine at how quickly the

sliding out from under me, his cock slick and hard, his breath uneven as he moved to the

said, pulling me onto his lap, positioning me

jaw, making me meet his gaze. "Look at me.

nodded, trembling, but the challenge in his eyes said he

mouth brushing my ear. "You’ll

not harsh but sharp enough to jolt me, send another rush of arousal

I don’t

strangled by shock and desire, and

pressed against my folds, teasing and hot. He didn’t push in, but the weight of him there was torture.

"No."

My breath hitched.

give you," he said, and then—gods—his fingers returned to my

moaned, my hips twitching against

his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with dark hunger. He reached down, wrapping a hand around himself, stroking in slow, rhythmic motions as

beautiful like this," Levi

his eyes off me. "Not undone yet," he said.

to base and back again. I cried out,

the

struck again—another soft slap to my thigh, punishment

give you everything when

body bucked, caught between his wicked touch and Levi’s gaze—both

And the worst part?

never wanted

tightened on my waist as I rolled my hips over him again and again, the thick length of him sliding along my soaked folds. The friction was

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

I gasped, my fingers burying in his hair as I

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

watching us, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched, his hand wrapped around himself as he stroked slowly, almost reverently.

him, fingers curling around his wrist to

I said, my voice hoarse

instantly, 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

rhythm of my hips against Louis with the motion of my mouth around him. The combination was too much. The push and pull. The dominance and surrender. The way Louis’s hands guided my movement while

lose it," Louis murmured against my skin, his mouth still close to my breast,

moaned in response, and the vibration made Levi

he suddenly

face caught in that perfect, broken bliss. The sight sent

hands gripped my hips, guiding me harder, faster along his length. I cried out, the rhythm turning wild,

he growled. "Let me feel

every movement bringing me closer to the edge again. His mouth returned to my breast, sucking with fierce hunger as

Then suddenly—he stopped.

I could speak, he pulled