Chapter 9: Olivia
My heart was beating frantically, nervousness running through me despite my confidence. I was taking a bit of a risk, but I wasn't going into it blindly. I had a plan, and I was willing to make adjustments as I went along.
"Alright Noah, you relax and I'll take care of these drops for you."
"Okay," he said, not moving as I went around to the front of the bed and stood over him. I placed my fingers lightly around his right eye, then pulled his lids apart and quickly let a few drops fall into his eye. Repeating the process with the other eye, I giggled quietly at the way he jerked slightly with each drop.
Finishing, I studied his face as he lay there with his eyes closed, a few drips of liquid falling from the corners of his eyes. I moved to sit next to him on the bed, the quiet not uncomfortable between us.
"I was wondering..." Noah started and then cleared his throat before continuing, "How would it work between the three of us? As far as I know, I've never done anything like this. It's not that I'm not interested. I just don't want to make things weird between all of us, or between you and Mason."
"Don't worry about that Noah, Mason and I have been through enough that it wouldn't be weird at all for either of us. If you want me, or him, or both, there's no expectations for any of it. You just let us know what you want, and we'll give it to you."
He couldn't see how earnest my face was, but I hoped he could hear it in my voice.
"And what if I want you to kiss me again, right now?"
Noah's words surprised me, but that surprise was quickly followed by the molten heat gathering in my belly. I didn't say anything, but I climbed up onto the bed, straddling his hips so that our cores pressed together. I could feel him already half-hard beneath me, and my heartbeat sped up.
"Is that what you want, Noah?" I shifted my hips a little, rubbing against him.
"Yes," he groaned as his head fell back.
I slid my hands up his chest carefully as I leaned forward. He lay on the bed, still and silent, waiting for me to make my move. I hovered over him, pausing for a second before pressing my lips against his.
A broken moan spilled out of his mouth and vibrated against my own, and in the next second he had one hand in my hair and the other on my ass pulling me closer. I let out a little whine as I opened my mouth to his questing tongue, and Noah bucked his hips up into mine at the sound.
Noah pulled away with a gasp, his hands tightening on me when I continued to kiss a path down his neck, scraping my teeth against his sensitive skin. I could taste the light saltiness of him, and it only made me want more. I trailed my tongue along a vein and loved the way he ground harder against me.
"What exactly would happen," he asked in panting breaths, "if the three of us were to become a 'thing'?"
I didn't even try to hide my grin. I lifted up to look him in the eye as I slid down his body, my hands making their way under his shirt as I began to entice him with what could be.
"Well, that depends. We both believe that it's important for all of us to have solid relationships with each other separately, as well as the three of us together. It helps to avoid jealousy, and I think it strengthens the bond."
I was straddling his legs as I spoke, just under the bulge hidden by his pants, while I pushed his shirt up his chest to take a good look at him. I cataloged his bruises and scrapes, noticing that they were faint now and nearly healed. He automatically sat up enough to help me pull his shirt off, completely baring his muscled torso to my hungry eyes. I ran my fingers up and down his skin as I continued to speak.
"So that means that you and I would spend time together without Mason. Sometimes you and Mason would be together. And sometimes Mason and I would be together. My favorite times though would be when it was the three of us. Now that doesn't mean just sexually; if you say yes to this, Mason and I want more than your body. We want you."
I watched Noah swallow as his still-blurry eyes sought out what he could see of me.
"What if there's nothing of me to give? I don't even know who I am, how can I share that with anyone?"
Sympathy for his predicament filled me, but I kept my voice sure. "It's not just your memories that make you who you are. We'll take what we can get, Noah, and that means whatever you have to give. We'll learn about who you are, not who you were."
This had gotten a little more emotional than I'd originally intended, and I wanted Noah to stop worrying about everything so much; at least for a little. I moved my hands down to the belt on his jeans and started to undo them, peeling the sides apart and noting with surprise the expanse of bare skin.
He swallowed. "Couldn't find them easily enough. I figured it was the least of my worries."
"Mmm. Well it makes what I was planning to do a whole lot easier."
"And what was that- ohhh." He trailed off on a choked sound when I pulled his cock out of his jeans and bent down to take him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, taking my time to enjoy the feeling and taste of him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement in the doorway. I looked over to see Mason peeking in on us, his eyes dark and full of desire. I winked at him and followed that up with a long lick from Noah's balls to the tip of his cock. Noah's moan filled my ears and Mason shook his head with amusement at my antics. He left the room, and as far as I knew Noah had no idea he'd even been there.
Turning my attention completely back to Noah's cock, I gave him another lick, then stroked him with my hands in slow and steady movements.
"If you hadn't guessed by now, Mason likes to be in charge. There's all sorts of things he likes to do, to and with both men and women. God, he can fuck so good Noah, it's insane."
With that, I started to take his length in my mouth, driving him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of my throat. I began to pull back up, sucking and rubbing my tongue on the underside of him. Tingling satisfaction filled me when his hands landed on the top of my head, his fingers digging into my hair.
"What kinds of things?" Noah words were rough, his teeth gritted in pleasure as he asked the question.
I hummed around hum, repeating my up and down movements a few times before his fingers tightened and pulled me away from his dick with a slight popping sound. I looked up and saw the fevered need in his unfocused eyes.
"What kinds of things does he like to do?"
I continued to stroke him while I answered. "To me, he'll clamp my nipples sometimes. He likes to get a little rough, and I love it when he does. Spanks me, leaving marks for later. It's the things he says though that really gets my pussy wet."
I added a lick around the head of his cock before speaking. "He'll say things like, 'you're such a fucking bad girl to like me hurting you like this'. Or, 'take my cock all the way down you throat baby, let me hear you choke on it'. He's so mild mannered in real life, that when he starts ordering me around and being mean to me, I'm so turned on I start dripping down my thighs."
"How wet are you now?" His voice kept getting deeper and deeper, his cock jumping in my hands as I talked. His hips had begun to thrust up into my hands, basically doing all the work. My eyes took him in, the muscles of his stomach clenching over and over, the pulse in his neck beating hard, his eyes squeezed shut as he groaned quietly.
"I'm so wet," I murmured, "that if I were to touch myself you'd be able to hear it."
"Goddamn," Noah groaned. "That's fucking hot."
"Would you taste me, Noah? If Mason told you to eat my little pussy until I came over and over while he fucked your ass and stroked this big cock of yours, would you do it?"
"Yes!" He shouted the word, and I knew he was about to come. I could feel him throbbing between my hands, his balls drawing up tight. I dove down on his cock, taking him all the way to the back of my throat in one go, and then slowly pushing down more and more until I had his whole length inside my mouth.
"Fuck, I'm going to come!" He said the words and pulled up on my hair, trying to get me off him in case I didn't want to swallow. Little did he know, that's exactly what I wanted. I let him pull me off a little, just enough so that I could suck harder and coax his cum to shoot into my mouth.
I moaned at the sting of his hands pulling on my hair, and with a last shout Noah was spurting onto my tongue and down my throat as I swallowed.
My pussy throbbed with need as I tasted him, the flavor so similar yet distinguishable from Mason's. Images of the two of them coming all over my face and tits flitted through my mind, a little moan leaving me as the dirtiness of the idea.
When Noah stopped pulsing, I pulled of his cock gently, knowing he was probably sensitive. I licked my lips as I sat up, watching as he breathed hard beneath me. I gave him another few moments before I slid off the bed and spoke.
"I'll give you some time to think about all this, and clean up a little. Although there's not much to clean," I said in a naughty voice.
Noah breathed an exhausted huff of laughter, and reached out to me. I placed a hand in his and came closer when he tugged on it lightly.
"What about you? I feel bad that I didn't do anything for you."
I let out a wicked laugh, then leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. "Don't worry, there's plenty of time for that later." I bent forward to deliver the next line in his ear. "Plus, I'm about to go find Mason and make sure he takes care of me. After all, he caught me licking your cock so I'm sure he needs a little something too."
I smiled as I walked away from a groaning Noah, knowing he was going to be picturing all the possibilities; not just for what Mason and I were about to do, but for the future of the three of us together.