Protecting Olivia [Fate Harbor 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  “God, Livvy, your tits feel so good I’m going to cum just holding and rubbing them.” Just like that, all her insecurities fled. She smiled into the kiss that she shared with Joshua, who smiled back. Then his hands moved from where they had been holding her head in place to the front of her slacks, unhooking the tab and zipper, easing the pants over her hips, catching her thong panties along with the slacks. As if in concert, Ian squatted behind her, so that Olivia didn’t have to move her arms from around Joshua’s neck as he divested Olivia of her slacks and panties. All the while she continued languidly kissing Joshua with the mindless, endless kisses that teenagers share in the backseats of cars.

  As if by magic, Ian’s naked body was pressed against Olivia’s back, his erect cock thrusting against her upper back, his balls soft against her tailbone. She snuggled back against him, excited at the prospect of once again making love to this man. He put his hand around her waist and tugged, and again he and Joshua worked in tandem to turn her around, putting her arms around Ian’s neck so that she could slowly, sensuously slide into the decadence of kissing Ian Ransom. His auburn stubble ruffled against her lips, causing nips and bursts and bites of sensation that flavored his kiss with an erotic texture. She opened her mouth wider, and gave a soft moan, arching closer. She felt the hard, hot, bulging muscles of his neck, and she reveled in all of this flesh that was hers to touch and play with.

  She knew without looking that what her ribs were rubbing against were Ian’s washboard abs and what was pressing so hotly against her tummy was his engorged cock. That cock that could keep her satisfied or leave her begging for more. That cock that would satisfy every ounce of need that her body had stored up for the last four days, since the last time the three of them had made love. Ian thrust his tongue deep in her mouth, and she sucked hard, imagining that it was his dick thrusting into her cunt. She shoved up against him. She needed him so badly, and then she felt it.

  Joshua was pushing himself against her back. Not flush against her back, oh no, he had his legs bent, and was dragging the head of his cock through the crease of her ass, touching her anus, causing her to pull her mouth away from Ian’s and cry out. “Joshua, what are you doing?”

  “We’re going to play tonight, remember?” he whispered into her ear. Ian’s lips moved down her throat further, until he had one nipple grasped gently between his teeth so that he could gently brush his tongue back and forth across it, causing her to arch forward into the caress. At the same time her torso went forward, it slammed her bottom backward, pressing Joshua’s cock more firmly between the cheeks of her ass.

  “Ian, did you get what we need?” Joshua panted out the question as he sawed his penis up and down between the plump globes of Olivia’s butt.

  “Mmm-hmm,” Ian hummed as his tongue continued to lave against Olivia’s nipple.

  There was an instant of trepidation at their quick conversation, but this was Ian and Joshua. How could she do anything but trust them? As if they could read each other’s mind, they moved together to lay her down onto the bed, continuing to caress her body, making her incoherent with pleasure. Ian’s hands caressed her breasts, only with a firmer touch, as Joshua reached around and started to ruffle through the curls of her pubic hair.

  “Oh, please, more,” she begged.

  They coaxed her onto her back, and Ian placed his mouth onto one of her nipples, taking it into the warm wet cavern of his mouth, and sucked hard. “Yes!” She grabbed his head, arching upward into his hold.

  Vaguely, she was aware that Joshua had positioned himself between her legs, but it wasn’t until he raised her knees and pushed them outward that she really realized that she was once again going to be loved by her two men.

  “No.” She attempted to push Ian’s head away, and finally he broke away.

  “What, Livvy, is your arm hurting?” he asked in a dazed voice. Olivia was gratified to see that he was as caught up in the passion as she had been.

  “No, baby, I’m fine. But, I don’t want you both just doing for me. I want to be doing for you, too,” she said, looking into Ian’s eyes.

  “And you will be,” Joshua answered. Olivia looked down at him as Ian took a few moments to take some items from the nightstand. “Olivia Ann, we want to prepare you to take us together, is that something that you think you might like?” Joshua’s voice was calm and soothing as he asked the question, and she lost herself in his beautiful gray eyes. Some people might think gray would always be a cool color, but tonight they looked like pools of molten silver, and they made her shiver.

  “I’ve dreamt of having both of you in my body at the same time,” she admitted, watching his eyes darken. Then she heard Ian’s indrawn breath and she turned to look at him.

  “Livvy, my every other thought has been you sandwiched between us,” Ian whispered hoarsely. “But we need to get you ready. We don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable, so we have to prepare you to take us.” Where Joshua’s eyes were molten silver, Ian’s hazel eyes glittered with excitement and mischief.

  “I know I’m going to regret this question, but how do you plan to prepare me, Ian?” she asked. Ian picked up the two things he had taken from the nightstand. One was an anal plug, and another was a bottle of personal lubricant. Olivia’s eyes went wide as she grabbed the toy from him.

  “Are you out of your mind? This is huge!” She couldn’t help it when her voice went up an octave.

  “Uhmm, Kitten, honey, it’s actually a lot smaller than either of us are,” Joshua said in a cautious tone. Olivia took a moment to look at Ian and Joshua, who were both aroused, and then back at the plug that had been sitting on a hand towel before she grabbed it, and realized he was exactly right. She took a moment to examine the length and girth of their cocks. They were big and beautiful.

  “Damn. But you always feel so good when you’re inside me. You both fill me up exactly right,” she said wonderingly.

  “Trust us, Olivia Ann. We’re not going to do anything that will hurt you. We only want you to feel good.” She looked at Joshua and melted. Of course she trusted him. When had he ever let her down? He would never do anything to hurt her. Neither of them would.

  “Okay, what do we do? Do I need to roll over? Do I need to be on my hands and knees? Does somebody need to wash that thing? How much lubricant do we need to use? After we use the plug, how long before we do double penetration?” Ian caught the back of her head and kissed her quiet, while Joshua softly caressed the insides of her thighs.

  “Olivia Ann, you don’t worry about a thing. All we want to do is express our love to you. Will you let us do that tonight? Can we just love on you?” Olivia heard Joshua’s softly spoken words as Ian enticed her with kiss after kiss, sliding her deeper into a pool of want.

  Ian gradually lifted his head and locked eyes with hers. “Will you trust us, Livvy? We just want to make you feel good. Can you let us do that?” She nodded her head, entranced by the look in his eyes and by the feel of Joshua’s fingers feathering along the parted lips of her sex. She couldn’t help the tremors of growing passion.

  “Good girl,” Ian praised as he trailed languid kisses down the line of her jaw, down her throat, until he came to the top slope of her upward-tilted breasts. “Livvy, have I ever told you how beautiful your breasts are? I love the creamy color of your skin compared to the blush tint of your areolas that burst into a deep pink nipple.” Ian blew on said nipple and Olivia moaned, whether from the words or the warmth of Ian’s breath she wasn’t sure. The dichotomy of Ian Ransom would always cause her to either scream in frustration or ecstasy, and the fun was in never knowing which was coming next. God, I love this man, she thought just as he began to suck the taut tip of her breast like his own personal lollypop.

  “Ian,” she gasped, and then she felt the swipe of Joshua’s tongue ever so softly touching the seam of her sex. He was just barely penetrating her, but she easily felt his tongue making contact with the shy secretions that had made their way to the surface of her se
x, and then she felt his tongue part the lips of her pussy, finding her moist and oh so ready to play.

  “Kitten, you’re so sexy when you get wet for us.” Joshua brought his thumbs up and parted her labia, then swiped his tongue through the luscious folds of her sex, humming his approval. “God, you taste so good.”

  Ian moved away from her breast and bent down to look between her legs. Olivia was mesmerized to see Joshua’s jet-black hair and then the reddish brown of Ian’s, both between her legs, looking at her as if they had both discovered treasure. As Joshua’s thumbs continued to hold her open, she watched as Ian reached down to trace two fingers between the spread lips of her sex. She clenched her eyes shut. She was on sensory overload.

  “Livvy, open your eyes,” Ian pleaded.

  She shook her head, keeping her eyes closed.

  “It’s just us, the men who love you. Open your eyes, Olivia Ann, we want you to, are you going to deny us?” Joshua coaxed. Olivia could never deny Joshua when he asked in that voice. She opened her eyes and really looked, watching as Joshua held her open, while Ian bent down to kiss and lick her hungry flesh. Both men kept their eyes focused on hers, and they were filled with desire, but more importantly they were filled with love. How could she ever close her eyes on love?

  As Ian licked, Joshua’s thumbs opened her even further, and he took his finger and pulled some of her nectar out of her channel, and guided it down and down until the slick essence was being rubbed against her rear entry. He rubbed in circles, lighting up nerves that she never knew existed. As he pressed harder, she involuntarily jerked away from him, but that only pressed her closer to Ian’s questing lips and tongue that was suckling her clit and driving her crazy.

  “Ian, it’s too much.” The flange of flesh was becoming so sensitive that she tried to get away from him, jolting backward against Joshua’s questing finger. Back and forth, the two men kept her pushing between the two of them as she was overcome by sensation, none of it bad, just too much, making her gasp, making her uncomfortable, making her want, making her need.

  Until finally, as if they had choreographed it, Joshua pushed his finger into her tight hole, and Ian suckled her clit hard, causing her to crash into orgasm, her cream to gush, and her voice to go hoarse.

  Despite her cries of completion, both men continued their ministrations. Olivia could tell they both thought they could take her higher. Ian pressed two fingers deep inside her pussy, slightly bending and twisting, finding that spot that contained the glorious set of nerves, that spun her higher, and that was when she heard the uncapping of a bottle and she started.

  “Relax, Kitten, it’s just some lube. Concentrate on Ian,” Joshua soothed. She felt warm liquid slide around the finger that was still embedded in the tight muscle of her ass, and then she felt that finger easily sliding in and out, spiraling her higher and higher in time with the fingers in her pussy and rear. Then as she was moaning her climax, she felt something big and smooth being inserted into her ass.

  “Oh my God,” she wailed as even more nerves lit up, going back and forth between ass and cunt, sending her off into oblivion. She arched up, shoving Ian’s fingers as deep as they would go, and then slammed back down into the mattress, firmly seating the plug as she shouted a final release.

  As soon as she could move, Olivia curled into the fetal position. It had been too much, and she was more than a little embarrassed. It would have been okay if either Joshua or Ian had found pleasure with her, but to have gone so far over the edge, to have literally screamed her release as something was shoved up her ass—something that was still up her ass—as they both just watched, left her embarrassed, uncomfortable, like she wanted to hide.

  Joshua had gone to the bathroom, and Ian was just staring at her.

  “Jesus, that was hot, Livvy,” he said, his tone almost reverent. She just nodded, hugging her hands around herself, which was when Joshua padded out of the bathroom holding two warm washcloths and a couple of hand towels.

  “Olivia Ann, are you okay, sweetie?” He immediately crawled up on the bed and cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. He saw her stricken expression and handed off the linens to Ian. “What’s wrong, are you hurting? Tell me, are you in pain? Is it your arm? Is it the plug?” He stroked her cheeks, looking anxiously into her eyes, waiting for her answer.

  “Can we make love now?” she asked tremulously.

  “No, not until you explain what’s wrong. Kitten, you need to tell us.” Olivia felt terrible for worrying him.

  “Joshua, it’s nothing, I’m not hurting. I’m just feeling a little embarrassed, it’s nothing to worry about.”

  “Livvy, what do you have to be embarrassed about?” He reached out and caressed her hair.

  Olivia uncurled to sit up. “Look, I told both of you that nothing was wrong. Now I want to make love. Both of you stop worrying about me,” she said in her most confident voice, regretting her moment of vulnerability.

  “Oh, no you don’t, Olivia Ann,” Joshua gently chastised. “Our time together is sacred. We get to show our emotions—good, bad, sad, embarrassed, or scared. You just said you were embarrassed. Won’t you trust us to understand?” he softly asked.

  “I told you, it’s nothing,” she said, sharply. Olivia wrapped her arms around her tummy again, wanting to get out of bed, to end the interrogation.

  “Okay, let Ian and I start. We haven’t been completely honest with you,” Joshua said.

  “We haven’t?” Ian asked in a confused voice.

  “I don’t think you know how scared we were when you got shot. Olivia Ann, I’ve dealt with plenty of victims, but it damn near killed me when it was you.” Joshua reached out, touching the bandage on her shoulder, his hand visibly trembling.

  “But you were so calm calling it in,” Olivia said in confusion.

  “That was just my training kicking in. I wanted to scream into the phone, but I knew that would only make things worse. It was killing me not to touch you while Ian was working on you. But I knew that my job was to make sure that the ambulance got there as quickly as possible.”

  “And I haven’t been honest either, Livvy. I am so scared that they are going to try to kill you again. I want to keep you locked up in this house and never let you out of my sight. If I lose you, my life won’t be worth living. Letting you go to the soup kitchen with Butch tomorrow is damn near killing me.” Olivia couldn’t believe the fear she heard in Ian’s voice. He wasn’t kidding.

  “You’re right, when we’re together it should be a safe place for honesty. But you guys have reasonable feelings, mine are stupid, unreasonable, feelings,” Olivia finally admitted.

  “Goddamn it, Olivia Ann, feelings are feelings, and you judging them just makes them grow bigger and tougher to deal with later, you know that. Honey, just tell us. Why were you embarrassed? Was it how aroused you got?”

  “So what psych class did they teach that in?” Olivia asked sarcastically. Now she was embarrassed that she was so easy to read.

  “Olivia, we have the same thing in common, neither of us like to be out of control. We sent you over the edge, repeatedly, alone. It finally occurred to me that I’d feel pretty vulnerable if I was the only one coming and you kept watching.”

  “Livvy, you can experiment on me, make me come as often as you can, I’d be fine with it,” Ian teased with a grin, lightening the mood. Olivia picked up a pillow and hit him with it, and as she did she felt the plug move in her, reminding her of just how vulnerable they had made her feel.

  “It’s not that you get me aroused,” she finally admitted quietly. She noted that both men were listening. Ian reached over and put his arm around her, and brought her in close. She couldn’t help herself, she took the comfort of nestling into his chest, savoring the scent and warmth of him. When she looked up, Joshua was looking at her with admiring eyes.

  “Explain it to us,” he beseeched.

  “It’s just that I was so out of control, all alone. I felt alone and embarrassed.�
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  Ian pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head, and then pulled her back so they could look into one another’s eyes. They were back to that first day, that first moment when they met. When Olivia had seen life after life, past, present, and future in this man’s eyes. “Livvy, every time we touch, we’re together.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “When I’m blessed to see you transported with pleasure, how could you think that I’m not feeling pleasure?” Ian stopped speaking and just looked in her eyes, so that their souls could communicate. Finally Olivia understood, and she relaxed into his embrace, and rapidly blinked back her tears.

  As they made love that night, it was with the knowledge that every delight felt by one was felt by all.

  * * * *

  “Remember, I only got to break you out as long as you promised not to overdo it, and eat everything they packed,” Butch warned.

  Olivia smiled over at her foster father as they pulled into the parking lot of the Snoqualt Food Pantry where he regularly volunteered. “They’re acting more like mothers than boyfriends,” Olivia groused.

  “They’re acting like men who love you and care about you. You should thank your lucky stars that they are being so protective. Otherwise, your mom would be over every day, making you breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

  Olivia had to fight back tears at how easily Butch referred to his wife, Betty, as her mom. She had been so blessed the day the social workers had placed her with Butch and Betty Hutchins all those years ago. As soon as Butch was parked, she reached over and hugged him.

  “Sweetheart, you mean the world to your mother and me. We’ve been so worried about you,” Butch said as he stroked her hair. Olivia breathed in his scent and was transported back to the safety of her childhood. She pulled back and looked at the man who, for all intents and purposes, was her father.