“It hasn’t really been twenty minutes,” she insisted with as much conviction she could muster.
Greg glanced down at his watch then back to her. “Actually, it has. Any decision yet?”
Olivia decided to change her tactics. “I don’t have to have a decision ready because I never agreed to that twenty-minutes time limit. That was all you.”
“You know, Liv, I agree with him on this one.” Jack shrugged and flashed her a “whatcha gonna do about it” smile. “If we didn’t give you a deadline, you’d keep us both on a string, trying to hang on to things the way they are.”
“I still don’t see what’s wrong with that.” Olivia didn’t know why they couldn’t understand how they were asking her to pull out her heart and split it down the middle. It would kill her to pick and choose between them.
“The professor here had an idea.” Jack seemed reluctant somehow to even bring it up. “You ought to listen to his proposal.”
Olivia turned toward Greg to hear this pitch. “Well, this should be good.”
The two men looked at each other and there was some sort of silent communication between them. She had to suppress the smile that threatened. As different as they were, there was something alike about the two as well. Both were dominant and self-assured, and treated her so well.
“Such a stubborn vixen.” Greg took a seat on the side of the bed.
Jack laughed. “To the bitter end.”
“Very end.”
“Really?” Olivia looked from one man to the other. Somehow during her twenty minutes of time alone her two men had come to some kind of understanding. She just hoped it was one she was agreeable to as well. “You guys are a comedy duo now?”
“No, just the two men you love,” Jack replied with a touch of arrogant pride.
Olivia snorted but held her tongue. There was no point in denying the truth.
“While you were in here thinking, Jack and I were busy talking. We realize what we’re asking of you may not be entirely fair.”
“May not?” There was still doubt in their minds?
“But,” Greg continued as if she hadn’t interrupted him, “we both agree out of the choices you mentioned, the worse one by far is door number three. No one wins with that. Not us and not you.”
“It’s not a competition. I’m not a prize.”
“Oh, I have to jump in here,” Jack piped in. “Because I disagree wholeheartedly. You are most assuredly a prize. We’ve both been very lucky to have you as part of our lives, and that’s the way we want to keep it.”
“Hearing that doesn’t make it any easier to pick between the two of you. I love you both.”
“And we love you.” Greg took a deep breath. “And we’re not going to ask you to choose.”
“Are you both breaking up with me then?” Had she possibly ruined the best two things in her life?
“Far from it,” Jack rushed to reassure her.
“Then what’s going on here?”
“You’re getting what you want.” Greg looked to Jack then back to her. “Both of us.”
Over the course of her lifetime, Olivia had learned the hard way when things looked too good to be true, it was because they were. Intrigued at the prospect of having her heart’s desire, she moved until she was sitting on the side of the bed next to Greg, with her feet on the floor. Gathering her courage, she forged ahead. “What exactly does getting both of you entail?”
“Dates at the same time,” Jack replied.
“But,” Greg held up his finger, “I still want alone time with just you and vice versa, right, Jack?”
“Yes.” Jack nodded. “We can do group outings or innings, whatever it is you want, as long as you still make time for our relationships as a separate entity as well.”
It was more than she had hoped for. “I can live with that.”
“Also, if you’re going to continue to see other people, then the option is out there for us to as well. Although neither of us plan on dating anyone else, it’s only fair if you’re going to see me, then it’s only right Jack doesn’t stay home alone if he doesn’t want to.”
“Thanks, buddy. Your concern is overwhelming.”
“It’s fair.” Sucky, but fair. Olivia didn’t want them to see other people, but until she was ready to make a choice, she couldn’t expect them to do something she wasn’t prepared to do. “Anything else?”
“Just one.” Greg took her hands in his. “Question for you, that is.”
“Okay.” She steeled herself for what was to come. “Ask.”
“You said you wanted to date us both at the same time, is that right?”
Olivia swallowed hard. “Yes, it is.”
“Is that all you want to do with us at the same time?” Greg asked.
“I…” Olivia could feel the flush rush up her body. There wasn’t a night that went by she didn’t fantasize about having her two men make love to her at the same time, but dreaming about something and actually going through with it were two different things.
“Be honest, Liv.” Jack went to his knees in front of her. “And all things are possible.”
Olivia licked her dry lips as she looked down at him. His position brought forth all sort of naughty images to mind. “All…things?”
“All things,” Greg repeated. “What do you want?”
“The two of you.” That had never changed.
Jack quirked an eyebrow. “To do what?”
“Me?” She didn’t think she could make it any more simple than that.
“Do you think you can handle it?” Greg asked. They were offering her the chance of a lifetime. And she trusted them. They would both do their damnedest to make it the best possible experience for her. In fact, even though she kept warning them it wasn’t a competition, in this case it might just work out to her benefit.
She licked her lips and flashed Greg a big smile and then turned to include Jack in her answer. “I’d really like the opportunity to find out.”
“Then for tonight your wish is our command.” Jack returned her smile and Olivia took a deep breath as she prepared for what was going to come next.
“Tonight…only?”
The two men glanced at each other then back at her. “Tonight with a clause,” Jack said carefully.
“What sort of clause?”
“The one that states if we don’t kill each other, are able to function sexually with the other in the room, and have the understanding this isn’t the way we want it to be all the time. Then we might,” Greg paused and glanced over at Jack before continuing, “be willing to do it another time in the near future.”
“You’re worried about not being able to function?”
Greg held her gaze. “I’m worried about a lot of things. At the top of that list is losing you.”
“This isn’t a do-or-die thing.” She wanted to make sure that was clear. “I don’t expect you guys to do this in order to stay with me. I just don’t want you to try to make me choose.”
“We know it’s not what you expect,” Greg said, reassuring her.
“But it’s what you would like,” Jack questioned. “Isn’t it?”
“Possibly,” she hedged.
“Then why not just say yes?” Jack asked.
“Because I worry about the outcome if things go bad.”
“Really?” Greg’s mouth twisted in a half smile. “I’m more worried things might go good.”
Jack laughed. “Right.”
“How about we all try not to worry at all?”
“That’s probably for the best.” She’d hate for either of them to think too long and hard about it and decide to rescind the offer altogether. “So does this mean I’m in charge?” She certainly liked the idea of having the two men at her beck and call. Of course with these two she wasn’t sure how long that would last.
“Is that what you want?” Before she could respond, Greg repositioned himself on the bed, moving so he was behind her, with her back to his front and his
legs on either side of her. The new position put her in the vee between his legs and pressed his erection against her back. “Or would you prefer to have us pleasure you to our, and your, heart’s content?”
Well damn, that had its possibilities too. “Is that an option?” She leaned back against him.
“Most assuredly.” Jack took one of her hands in his. “Your pleasure, after all, is the end goal.”
“Surely not mine alone.”
“Oh, I’m more than positive you won’t be alone.” Jack lifted their joined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. He pressed his tongue against her warm skin in what she could only hope was a promise of what was to come. When he pulled back, her gaze locked on his. The desire in his eyes was reflected in the need that coursed throughout her. “How it works isn’t so important. If it feels good, feels right, we’re enjoying ourselves, then that’s all that matters.”
It all sounded good to her. And the sensations were just as tempting. The soft brush of Greg’s hand over her nape as he pulled her hair to the side and settled his lips close to her ear. “I want you to touch him.”
Greg’s words, in that oh-so proper British accent, telling her to do something so dirty, had her pussy clench with pleasure. Olivia didn’t wait to ask if he was serious, she took him at his word. She reached down and stroked her fingers over the bulge in Jack’s crotch.
“Fuck.” The word escaped from Jack’s lips.
His pleasure pleased her. “You like?”
“You know I do.”
Olivia turned to glance over her shoulder at Greg. “Do you like?”
“I like that you do.”
Pretty words, but empty ones at best. “That’s not an answer.”
“It’s answer enough,” Jack jumped to Greg’s defense.
“For now.” She decided she wouldn’t push either of them for now, not when they were so willing to give her what she wanted.
“Lift your arms. I want to see more of you.” Greg grasped the hem of her shirt and tugged. Without hesitation she did as he ordered and allowed him to pull the cotton shirt up and off. Her nipples peaked at the cold air, even behind the heavy support of her bra.
Greg’s hands spanned her waist for a brief moment before stroking up to her covered breasts and cupping them in his large hands.
“Damn, I love your breasts.” The compliment and hint of awe came from Jack, who stared with rapt attention.
“You can’t even—” she gasped for a moment when Greg squeezed the taut nipples, “—see them.”
“I can fix that.” Greg moved upward and pushed the material of her bra down, popping her breasts from their barriers.
“Beautiful.” Jack leaned forward and swiped his tongue over one of the distended tips. She moaned and shifted. Olivia wanted more than the teasing and light touches.
“Please, I want…”
“We’ll give you everything you want, Liv.”
A sharp crack of lightning shattered the sensual spell she’d been under. The thunderous sound frightened Olivia, causing her to jump and turn her head to peer at the window. For a brief moment she’d forgotten about the hurricane brewing. Jack caught her chin in his head and turned her attention back to him. “You’re not going to worry about the storm raging outside, do you hear me? What’s happening here and now is all you need to think about.”
“Storm.” Put that way, how could she not? “What storm?”
“That’s my girl.” Jack didn’t want Liv to think of anything other than what he and Greg had in store for her.
“Am I the only one removing clothing tonight?”
“Is that the way you want it?”
“No. I want to see both of you.”
“Then see us both you shall,” Greg said from behind her.
Jack was not the type who needed to be told twice. He rose to his knees and began to disrobe. His simple outfit made it a quick and seamless duty, allowing him to enjoy the sight of Liv finishing what Greg had started. It took Jack nothing more than a few seconds to unbutton and unzip his jeans, before giving them a hard shove, briefs and all, down his lean legs. He stepped out of the puddle of fabric and made his way to the foot of the bed, where he stood to watch Liv wriggling out of her own jeans.
She probably would have had an easier time of it if she’d stood up as he had, but Jack couldn’t deny the pleasure he took in watching his voluptuous woman wiggle about on the bed. Her motions made all of her jiggly parts even jigglier, and he was a man who enjoyed a good jiggle.
That was one of the best things about dating a full-figured woman. There was always more cushion for the pushin’. Although that was one of his favorite phrases, he knew better than to say it aloud. He somehow doubted Liv would see the compliment in it, even though his erection was giving a standing ovation.
When it seemed as if she were about to lose the battle of jeans, Jack reached forward and grabbed hold of the leg of her jeans. “Let me help you with that.”
“Oh thank God. I thought those pants were going to eat me alive.”
“If anyone is going to eat you around here, it’s going to be me,” he said with a grin as he pulled them off.
From behind him he heard Greg clear his throat. Loudly. “Oh. Or him too.”
“Thanks for keeping me in mind,” Greg said dryly.
“Any time, buddy.” Grinning, Jack tugged the denim material with all his might, pulling it off with one good jerk. She laughed as he tossed it over near his own. He reached for her panties, which were caught up around her knees, and pulled them off, until she was finally as he preferred her to be. Naked.
“Hmm.” Jack climbed up on the bed. He placed his hands on her knees, pushed her thighs apart, and knelt between her now open legs. The sweet heady scent of her arousal hit him the second he got within kissing distance of her pretty pussy. And pretty it was. Jack had never been one to prefer women who went all bare. There was nothing sexier to him than a little bit of hair on a woman’s sex. He especially loved Liv’s. The sides were smooth and bare, a nice contrast to the red stripe of hair down the middle. His Liv was a true redhead, and the proof was as sexy as the woman herself. “I could stare at your pussy all day.”
The bed dipped while he was busy admiring the view. Looking up, Jack spotted Greg, once again on the bed with them. Greg had positioned himself much as he had the last time, behind Liv, legs spread on either side of her, his back pressed against the headboard. She was sitting up as opposed to lying down, but it was still a position Jack could work with. “If all you’re going to do is stare, can we trade places?” Greg suggested wryly.
Jack laughed at the absurd offer. “I like being right where I am, and she likes me being here.”
“Oh, that’s right. This is your specialty.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Then prove it.”
Greg’s domineering tone took Jack aback a bit, but he could not resist the challenge of the other man’s words. Jack rubbed his fingers along the moist seam of her pussy, causing Liv to moan and lean back against Greg’s shoulder for support. “You mean like that.”
“Exactly like that,” Greg replied.
Liv tilted her head and looked up at Greg. “And…and what do you plan to do while he’s busy down there?”
“Anything I fucking want.” Before she could reply, Greg covered her mouth with his.
For a second Jack watched the two embrace. He waited for the anger to come, waited for the disgust, but neither did. Even after he and Greg had talked, he still expected to feel some sense of outrage at seeing the two of them together, but now the moment was here, all he could think of was hurrying up to join them.
Reluctantly he turned from the erotic sight before him, to the one inches from him. Her nether lips glistened with her dew. It was a sight he could not resist. Inhaling deeply, he let the scent of her excitement remind him why he was in the position he was. He loved Liv’s pussy.
“You smell good.” Parting her seam, he bared her erect cli
t to his hungry gaze. Just looking at her moist pink flesh had his cock aching to be inside her. But first he had to taste her. Moving forward, he gave her sex a long lick before pulling back to savor the essence. “And you taste even better.”
“She does, doesn’t she?”
Jack looked up to see Greg teasing her nipples and nibbling at her neck, but his gaze was directed solely on Jack. For some reason it made the moment even more intimate. Not only were they sharing the same woman—they were sharing the same experience with their woman. “Sweeter than wine.”
“And twice as addictive.”
Jack couldn’t have agreed more. So he did the next best thing, he went back for another taste. Using his other hand, Jack slid two of his fingers into her then took her clit in his mouth and lapped at her swollen bud. Liv arched into his touch, moaning as he began to thrust his fingers back and forth in an even motion.
“Jack.” Liv whimpered and arched her hips toward him wantonly. “Please…ohhh.”
“You enjoying his touch, his mouth?” Greg’s voice drifted into Jack’s consciousness and he waited to hear Liv’s reply.
“Yes, God, yes.”
“Share it with me. Tell me what he’s doing.”
Jack was looking forward to her descriptions as well. “He’s licking, sucking on my clit as he fingers my pussy.”
“How many fingers?”
“Two…I think.”
“Oh, I think you can handle more.” Damn right she could.
“Hmmm…”
To Jack’s delight he found he was enjoying the dirty word play. Listening to Liv describe to Greg what he was doing was almost as arousing as him doing it. Never would Jack have imagined how many different ways including someone else in their bed could be a turn-on. He was so ready to fuck her, his cock was leaking precome like a faulty faucet.
“Would you like that, baby, more of Jack inside you, stretching your tight cunt?”
“Greg.” Liv arched into Jack’s mouth as she wailed the other man’s name.
“I think from the way she dug her nails into my thighs, that would be a yes,” Greg said. “Maybe just one more finger to get her nice and full.”
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