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."

cried out, the 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 rolled through

Louis held me tight, grounding me as

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, half-laughing,

"Didn’t have

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

waves of pleasure still humming under my skin when Louis’s

he said

dazed, still beneath

had your

no arguing with that voice. A chill skated down my

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

pulling me onto his lap, positioning

me meet his gaze. "Look at me. Stay right here. You don’t

in his eyes

brushing my ear. "You’ll learn

came the sting—his palm slapped the inside of my thigh, not harsh but sharp enough to jolt me, send another rush

I don’t like repeating

sound strangled by shock and desire, and

in, but the weight of him there was torture.

"No."

My breath hitched.

take what I give you," he said, and then—gods—his fingers returned to my clit, circling it with precise, controlled pressure. "And

I moaned, my hips twitching against

blazing with dark hunger. He reached down, wrapping a hand around himself, stroking in slow, rhythmic

Levi said hoarsely.

off me. "Not undone yet," he

my folds slowly over his length—tip to base and back again. I cried out, the stimulation unbearable in the best way. Still, he didn’t enter. Not even a

the tip," Louis murmured. "So

struck again—another soft slap to my thigh,

give you everything

and Levi’s gaze—both of

And the worst part?

never wanted it to

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

up my chest, slow and deliberate, until his lips found my nipple. He took it between his lips with a soft growl, sucking hard enough to make me cry out, his tongue flicking over

gasped, my fingers burying in his hair as I rode the ridge of him. "Don’t

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

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

curling around his wrist

said, my

stomach. His cock pulsed in

I took his cock into my mouth, matching the rhythm of my hips against Louis with the motion of my mouth around him.

against my skin, his mouth still close to my breast, his voice low and

moaned in response, and the vibration made

sheets as he suddenly pulled back, his breath ragged. "I—Olivia,

tipped back, his face caught in that perfect, broken

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

growled. "Let

ground against him, hips rocking in frantic need, every movement bringing me closer to the edge again. His

Then suddenly—he stopped.

hands gripped me tight, stilling me mid-motion, and before I could speak, he pulled me off him with a