Her lips rode up and down Michael’s erection, but this had become much more about putting on a show for her husband, however much she might be pleasing the actual recipient. She craned her neck, knowing how much that sweep of her skin was a big turn-on for Brian. She arched her back, sticking out her ass, another view she knew he liked.
Quickly the tension grew in Michael’s hips and his moans and affirmations became more demonstrative. She scooted closer on her knees, her hand cupping his balls and massaging with her thumb while she took extra-long passes with her mouth, keeping her eager suction. She didn’t dare break her rhythm when she was doing so well. His breaths became shallow, his hips practically floating away from the bed as he grew more rigid.
Michael curled the fingers of one hand into her shoulder while his other hand clawed at the sheets. A lusty groan came from him, his skin so taut that she found it difficult to believe he hadn’t given way yet, but she only increased the pressure from her moist lips. Her tempo became more insistent now that he was close. So close. She could feel the tension coiling in his belly—it radiated to her face and through her cheeks.
His release came in pulses, accompanied by several throaty moans. She stilled, absorbing the aftershocks as his body clutched and relaxed over and over again. She lessened the pressure of her lips, swallowed and gently let go.
Michael blew out a breath and leaned forward after a few moments, kissing the top of her head. “That was insane, Liv. Seriously. I’ve had a lot of blowjobs in my life and that one was insane.”
She wasn’t about to chime in and contribute to the conversation. Michael could live out his days thinking he’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm delivered by the wife of one of his oldest and dearest friends, all because she just couldn’t get enough of his cock. He never had to know that she’d been focused on pleasing Brian the whole time.
Chapter Eight
Brian watched as Olivia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Fuck. That was hot. He wasn’t sure he’d ever had an erection this hard. It felt as if the lower half of his body was about to rocket into space. His balls felt as though they weighed fifty pounds. And he hadn’t even touched her.
Across the room, Olivia stood and Michael wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips to her belly. All in all, Brian hadn’t felt much in the way of jealousy, except at the more tender moments like this. Then it was all he could do to keep from asking Michael and his handsome face to leave.
“Your turn, Liv,” Michael said with an egotistical smile. He stood and gestured to the bed, then offered his hand to help her up from her kneeling position.
She stood and climbed on to the mattress like a cat, setting her graceful womanly curves—hips, ass, breasts—into motion. Her gorgeous head of hair cascaded over her shoulder in the process. Fuck. She turned on her knees and sat back on her feet, not at all the way Brian expected her to react. She loved oral, but she most certainly wasn’t inviting it. He sat up straighter on the couch, reading her body language as she rested her hands on her thighs.
Michael grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. “Let’s put this under your hips. It will give me a better angle.”
Brian bristled at the suggestion, even when it was incredibly hot to watch her give up her vulnerability, extend her legs and lift her ass off the bed so Michael could place the pillow beneath her. He reminded himself that his friend was merely here to make his wife happy, make her come, and that would in turn make him happy.
Olivia spread her legs as Michael ran his hands up her shins, over her knees and down along her inner thighs. Even so, Brian sensed tension in her, much like she’d been when Michael first arrived. She stayed partially upright, resting back on her hands. At home, she would lie back and let Brian have his way with her, relax and enjoy everything he chose to do to her.
One of Michael’s hands ventured between her legs while the other reached up and squeezed her breast. She dropped her head to the side and made a soft moan, but chose to make eye contact with Brian. He expected her to look away, but a tender smile crossed her lips and all he could think was how badly he wanted his mouth on hers. Her eyes flickered in the dim light and he was desperate to feel her velvety skin, breathe in her perfume and watch the blood bring a flush to her cheeks.
She didn’t drop her gaze but her lower lip dipped when Michael apparently did something gratifying. Brian hadn’t been watching the action, so it was hard to say. He’d only been watching her, mesmerized by the emptiness of physical distance coupled with a profound metaphysical closeness. As if he no longer had control of his legs, he stood and approached the bed. The vision of her deep-brown eyes grew more astounding as he got closer. The attraction between them became even more palpable as she showed him a look of amused surprise.
Michael’s voice momentarily broke the spell. “You joining us, Bri?”
Despite being pulled from the dreamlike state, he only wanted to look at Olivia, who was now biting her lower lip, enticing him with the raw sensuality that seemed to ooze from her every pore. “I’m joining her. You keep doing what you’re doing.”
“Got it,” Michael replied, stopping to kiss her inner thigh before dipping his head between her legs.
Brian sat on the edge of the bed closest to Olivia’s head. “Lie back, darling. Let us make you happy.”
She did as he asked and her hair puddled on the bed in a sexy mess. “You always make me happy.”
He didn’t bother with words, but kissed her instead. Her lips were plump and wet and so unbelievably warm that he wanted nothing more than to escape into the kiss forever. A moan escaped her and he broke the kiss, glancing over to see Michael had spread her legs wide and was licking her clit in slow and careful circles. That’s right, buddy. She likes it slow.
Brian still hadn’t dissected the way he felt about all of this, he only knew his physical response as he turned back and watched her reaction. His cock grew impossibly harder as her mouth softened into an “O”. His balls grew tight against his body when her eyelids closed halfway. He couldn’t wait for the moment when he could bury himself in Olivia and claim her once again as his own.
He caressed one of her breasts while sucking the nipple of the other.
Her breasts were full and firm from the attention and she arched her neck. “Oh my God, that feels so good.”
Brian had to smile. This was the first comment she’d made in the moment and it hadn’t happened until he arrived to complete the picture. Of course, he had to admit that it probably felt pretty amazing to have two men work on her at the same time. This may have been his fantasy, but they might just be fulfilling one of Olivia’s at the same time.
Olivia groaned again and Brian watched Michael as he drove two fingers inside her and pressed his mouth against her body, sucking at her clit. Brian turned and kissed her quickly before returning to her nipples. He pinched them both and began to twist them gently. She grasped the sheet with one hand and Brian’s leg with the other. Her hand quickly traveled to his cock, which was still trapped beneath the thin cotton of his pajama pants. She kneaded him and he sucked in a breath. He hadn’t felt this much physical urgency in a very long time.
Olivia’s breaths grew shorter. “Oh God. Oh yeah. Right there.” She planted her feet firmly on the bed and stiffened her pelvis, driving it up several inches. Her whole body was rigid, while her breaths came faster and harder.
Michael continued to suck and lick her clit, but was now using his thumb as well. Brian couldn’t imagine her holding out much longer.
“Oh yeah. Don’t stop.” She panted, she gasped for air and she jammed the heel of her hand into Brian’s balls, making him suck in a shocked gulp of air. Her head thrashed from side to side, strands of blonde hair whipping back and forth, her mouth open in a silent expression of ecstasy. She froze then relaxed, only to freeze again. “Oh God.” Her chest heaved and she expelled several breaths. Her eyelids remained shut and a satisfied smile grew across her face. Her head continued to rock b
ack and forth on the bed. “Mmm,” she hummed, looping a fingertip on the bed sheet.
Michael raised his head from between her legs. He and Brian looked at each other for an instant. Mission accomplished. This was certainly an unexpected addition to their brotherly relationship. Next time, we go out for a beer. Brian returned his sights to Olivia, who was still very much soaking up the afterglow. The smile on her face was a mile wide.
Michael stood. “I’ll leave you two to your evening.” He pressed a knee into the bed and leaned over to kiss Olivia on the cheek. “You’re an incredible woman, Liv. Brian’s one lucky bastard.” He eased back and plucked his clothes from the floor. “I’ll use the bathroom real quick and then I’m out of here. Just pretend like I’m not here. We can catch up on the phone in a few days.” With that, he strode into the bathroom and closed the door.
Just pretend like I’m not here. Thank God. Brian wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer, although from the look on Olivia’s face, she might be down for the count. He stretched out next to her. “How are you doing?”
She dropped her chin and she had the most mischievous grin on her face. “How are you doing? From the way things felt a minute ago, we need to get you out of these clothes.”
“Uh, yeah, I’m feeling a little strained.” He squirmed now that she’d steered the conversation to the state of his dick. “Are you too tired?” Please don’t say no.
She rolled to her side and pushed him to his back. “I’m never too tired for you.” Shifting to her knees, she sat back on her haunches and shimmied his pajama pants down his legs. “Oh my, Mr. Saunders. We need to take care of this right away,” she whispered, straddling his hips.
Holy fuck. She kills me with that naughty Mr. Saunders bit. “Do you want to, uh—” He was about to ask if she wanted to wait until Michael was gone, but she wrapped her fingers firmly around his cock and raised herself directly above it. Fuck it. Fuck me.
“Do I want to fuck you?” She sank down onto him and he had to steel himself for a second. It felt as if he were seventeen again, with thirty seconds of staying power if he was lucky. “Is that what you were going to ask me?” She began swiveling her hips in an intoxicating way.
Brian heard the latch, followed by the door closing. Thank God. With no reason to do anything other than exactly what his body and mind wanted, Brian began thrusting with every ounce of energy he had.
Olivia’s eyes widened. Her breasts bounced and she moaned. “Oh, Bri. That feels so good. I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
His balls tightened for what felt like the one hundredth time. The tension in his cock was unreal, his skin impossibly tight and hypersensitive to the grab of Olivia’s body.
“Oh God, Bri. I think I’m going to come again.” She reached up and grasped one of her breasts while grinding against him. “Oh yeah. Right there.”
The pressure was about to thunder out of him; it felt as if he were dangling from a cliff with only the tips of his fingers to keep him where he was. “Come on, baby. Come for me.” He concentrated on his breathing to try to last until she caught up with him.
She rocked her hips forward and back in determination. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, she rose up higher on her knees, gasping for breath as her body clutched his like iron.
He let go and the orgasm roared through him. He pulsed inside her and his hips bucked again and again. Olivia collapsed down on top of him as the waves began to slowly recede and a total sense of relief and contentment washed over him. She’s mine. She’s mine and she’s amazing.
He smoothed her hair back. “Well, that was quite the experience. How are you?”
“Me?” She giggled. “I’m great. I’m fantastic. The question is how are you?”
“You know how I am, Liv. I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet.” He kissed her softly. “I have you. And that’s all a man could ever want.”
Chapter Nine
Olivia dropped her cell phone into her purse. Holy crap. She looked expectantly through the shiny brass revolving door as Brian entered the hotel lobby. He’d run down the street to grab coffee before they hit the road.
“Did you talk to the girls?” he asked, handing over the full-fat mocha with extra whipped cream that she’d ordered.
“Just for a minute. They’re good. They’re excited for us to get home, but I think they’re going to miss your mom’s cooking. It sounds like they ate cookies and ice cream all weekend.”
“Great. We get them right after the sugar crash.”
Olivia twisted her lips. Just tell him. It doesn’t have to be a big surprise. “So, I had a voicemail from the restaurant. They were calling about the job.”
Brian’s eyes widened. “And?”
She bounced on her toes. “I got it.”
He squeezed her tight and kissed her on the forehead. “I knew it. I just had a feeling.” Gently, he tucked her hair behind her ear. “We’re still going to get you set up to get back to painting, but I’m glad this worked out. I know you wanted it.”
She nodded. “I did. I really did want it.”
His crystal-clear blue eyes were as bright as she’d ever seen them. “The perfect ending to a perfect weekend. I’m so proud of you.”
She pecked him on the lips. “You’re proud of me for the job or for the weekend?”
“Both.” He knocked back his coffee while surreptitiously giving her ass a squeeze.
Olivia gave him a feigned look of admonishment. If there weren’t so many people around, she would have reciprocated. “Looks like the valet just pulled the car around. You ready?”
As they strode toward the door, Carson pushed an empty luggage cart out of the elevator. Brian came to an abrupt stop. “Actually, stay right here. I need to do one thing.” He trailed Carson, who was pushing the cart across the lobby, and tapped him on the shoulder.
Oh God. Now what? She knew better than to try to interfere. He’d been so weird about Carson all weekend. If she butted in, it would only make it that much more awkward. Plus she wasn’t eager to hear whatever horrific thing Brian might say.
She studied their interaction, trying to decipher the body language. Brian’s back was to her, which was quite the pleasing vista—his perfect ass in jeans. She squinted for a better view of that and also kept an eye on the scene unfolding before her. Carson looked at Brian then looked at the floor. She took a long sip of her coffee. I’m so ordering the real stuff from now on.
Finally, Brian slapped some money into Carson’s hand and gave her the high sign to join him. Carson rolled the cart to the front desk and disappeared through a door.
“What in the world did you say to him?”
Brian slung his arm over her shoulder and they made their way outside. “I just called him out on looking at you.”
“You what?” Olivia climbed into the car. It jostled when Brian joined her.
He polished his sunglasses with the hem of the t-shirt he was wearing underneath his sweater. One glance at her and he cracked a smile. “That’s what I planned to talk to him about. The truth is that I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He’s a good kid and you are very pretty. I can hardly blame him. I just told him he did a good job this weekend and I was sorry if it seemed like I was giving him a hard time.”
She shook her head as Brian pulled out into traffic. “Why in the world would you want to say anything to him in the first place?”
“What? You’re my wife.”
“And? That means other men can’t look at me? Last night was the polar opposite of that, don’t you think?”
“Ah, but I was in control last night. That’s the difference. I had dictated the circumstances and knew the limits of what would happen.”
She looked out the window as the city whizzed by. Like any other driver in Manhattan on a Sunday morning, Brian was taking full advantage of light traffic by barreling down the street. “There’s something I want to know about last night.”
He nodded but his eyes rema
ined on the road. “Of course. What?”
“When we were in the moment, you know, when Michael and I were together, what were you thinking?” She cleared her throat. “What made it hot?”
Brian reached out and caressed her thigh as he turned on to the 59th Street Bridge. “It was a lot of things. It was all hot.”
Talk about a nonanswer. She sighed and dug in her purse for some gum. She’d sensed that Brian might want to simply close the chapter on what had happened last night rather than revisiting it. He could conjure the memory whenever he wanted to, if ever, and she’d still be left wondering what he was thinking. “I’m sorry, hon, but that’s not good enough. I want you to tell me what was going through that head of yours. You had the most raging erection I have ever seen.”
“Nothing like cutting to the chase, darling.” He smirked and nodded. “Fair enough. Well, it was the whole experience, I guess. It was like watching the most erotic movie you can imagine, except you get to touch the leading actress, you get to be in the same room with her.”
Now we’re getting somewhere. “Good. What else?”
“Honestly, Liv, just watching the way your body moves is pretty incredible. I’m usually in the thick of things. I get to feel it. I don’t get to see it.”
“Men are very visual creatures.”
“That we are.” He set the cruise control and settled into his seat a little more. “But in the end, it was just about appreciating and admiring the beauty of what I have, and that’s you.”
Tears gathered almost instantaneously in her eyes. “That’s very sweet. This weekend was really wonderful. I love you so much.”
“Love you too, Liv. Always.”
Olivia sat back and dabbed at the corners of her eyes as they drove in silence. Funny how just two days together could turn things around, make her see their future in an entirely new light. They weren’t headed down a path that led to nights of sweatpants and reruns in bed. They’d reminded each other that even with kids and endless responsibilities, they were still a loving and vibrant couple. Expressing that was one of the greatest gifts they could share.
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