“Ollie,” she whispered.
He looked up and gave her a wink that was equal parts charming and amused. He felt it too. The same incredible happiness that kept trying to burst out at the seams.
Gavin was oblivious to their interchange, his gaze locked on her pussy. Once more, Erin felt that slight pang of panic, and she bit her lower lip.
“Touch her,” Oliver said, though his command was very nonspecific considering his previous ones.
Gavin lifted his hand, drawing his fingers along her slit from ass to clit. Erin gasped, her grip tightening on their shoulders.
“Slippery,” Gavin whispered, gazing up at her. “Hot.”
She nodded, unable to speak. Not that Gavin gave her the opportunity. His attention returned to her pussy and he touched her again, running his fingers through her aroused juices.
Lifting his fingers, he paused for just a moment before sucking them into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Oliver muttered. “Jesus, man.”
If Erin could have found the breath, she might have laughed. Apparently Oliver, the self-proclaimed puppet master of this sex scene, hadn’t thought of that, suddenly getting swept away as well.
Gavin touched her again, his fingers now wet. He circled the entrance to her body, gathering up more of her arousal. This time, he lifted his fingers to Oliver.
Oliver hesitated for just a moment, and Erin realized that he’d meant to hold true to his assertion that tonight was just going to be her and Gavin.
Apparently Gavin was changing the game plan. “Just one taste.”
That was all the invitation Oliver needed as he sucked Gavin’s fingers into his mouth.
Erin fought to remain standing. “Holy shit,” she whispered.
Gavin grinned as he pulled his fingers out of Oliver’s mouth with a soft pop. Wet now from Oliver’s mouth, he moved in once more. This time he stroked the circle of her anus. Erin jerked slightly, her response causing Gavin’s eyes to narrow.
“Have you fucked her ass?” Gavin asked Oliver, though his eyes never left her face.
“Just with my fingers,” Oliver said.
Gavin’s gaze shifted to him. “Why?”
“I was waiting for you,” Oliver admitted.
Gavin shook his head with a huff of surprised laughter and Erin appreciated that response. So Oliver had lied to her. He’d never given up on his dream of the three of them. That was becoming more and more apparent as the night went on. If she weren’t so damn happy, she’d take him to task for hiding what he wanted from her, from them.
“Ollie,” she said softly.
Oliver gave her a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry, Erin.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered.
“God. This was meant to be. You both see that now, right?” Oliver asked, his question equal parts hope and fear. Even now, Oliver was still afraid this dream was just that…a dream.
Neither she nor Gavin bothered to demur or pretend.
Instead, they both nodded.
“We see,” she said.
“Touch her there again,” Oliver said.
Gavin stroked her anus a few times more, but it was clear his interests lie somewhere else. His fingers drifted back to the opening of her body and he swirled around it several times. “How many?” he asked, though Erin wasn’t sure if he was asking her or Oliver.
“Start with two,” Oliver murmured.
Gavin pressed two of his thick fingers inside, driving them straight to the hilt without a moment’s hesitation.
Erin cried out. “Oh my God!”
“Fuck her with your fingers, Gavin. Pretend it’s your cock. Show her what it’s going to be like when you finally take her.”
Gavin was one of the gentlest souls Erin had ever met, patient and calm, the ultimate caregiver, always tender.
That persona faded away in the bedroom. Like Oliver, it was as if her men had split personalities, living their lives one way when out in the real world, and a completely different way behind the closed bedroom door.
He fucked her roughly with those two fingers, driving deep, hard, fast. Erin shifted her hips toward him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She was perilously close to the edge when the motion stopped.
She opened eyes she didn’t realize she’d shut and saw Oliver’s hand clenched tight around Gavin’s wrist, halting his movements.
“You haven’t seen the best part,” Oliver said, clearing the huskiness from his throat.
Gavin withdrew his fingers. “Show me.”
Oliver drew Gavin’s hand the slightest bit upwards, even as Erin shook her head.
“No,” she whispered. She was too close. One touch there and she would disintegrate. Not that that was a bad thing. Her resistance was based on the fact she wasn’t certain she could remain standing. Especially not on just one leg.
“We won’t let you fall,” Oliver reassured her, even as he pressed Gavin’s fingers against her clit. One touch of Gavin’s fingers, driven there by Oliver, and Erin felt the electrical shock of it racing, tingling along her spine.
“Fuck,” she said through gritted teeth when Oliver pressed Gavin’s fingers against her more firmly, moving them against that sensitive bit of flesh rapidly.
“Use your thumb on her clit,” Oliver said. “Keep up that motion.”
Erin felt like a marionette in a tornado, her body jerked roughly as Gavin stroked her clit with his thumb.
“Drive those fingers back in.” Oliver had taken his hand away from Gavin, moving it to grasp her hip, supporting her weight the best he could, given his position on the floor. “Give her three this time.”
Gavin pushed three fingers deep, thrusting in only half a dozen times, his thumb still stroking her clit, before Erin splintered into a million tiny pieces. She doubled over, her elbows landing on the shoulders she’d just been gripping. Oliver, true to his word, didn’t let her fall, his hands now firm on her waist, even as Gavin’s fingers remained buried inside her. He wasn’t using the same force, but he was still moving, drawing her climax out even longer.
Wave after wave of her orgasm crashed against the shore, and just when she thought it was nearly over, Oliver took them all up another level.
“Curl your fingers. There’s one more secret place.”
Gavin curled
