Page 61 of The Final Straw

“I’ll get it,” Kipp says while I follow Grady.

We sit on the edge of the bed, waiting. When Kipp returns, he's not alone. Van is with him.

"What's this?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.

Grady looks at me, a sly smile on his lips. "I had an idea," he begins. “Tonight, we are going to fuck you, Ollie, together. All your men, just how you want it."

"I don't know," I say, nerves bubbling up. "This is a lot, and I don't want to hurt anyone."

"You won't," Grady assures me, leaning in to kiss me. "We're all big boys, and we've discussed it."

"Are you sure?" I ask between kisses.

Van steps up to me, lifting my shirt off. "I won't know unless we try."

His touch sends shivers down my spine. I look into his eyes, searching for any hesitation, but all I see is determination. Grady's hands find my waist, and Kipp's fingers brush my cheek.

Before I know it, we're tangled together, the initial awkwardness melting away as the heat between turns into an inferno. Van's hands explore my body with a hunger I've only ever gotten glimpses of before. Kipp's lips are on my neck, sending electric sparks through me. Grady is murmuring soft reassurances, grounding me in the whirlwind of sensations.

Van pulls back suddenly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. Grady catches it and grabs his arm, pulling him closer. "Let her suck your dick," he says softly.

Van hesitates for a moment longer, then nods. He stands up and I kneel in front of him, my hands trembling slightly as I undo his belt. He watches me with dark, intense eyes, and I can feel the tension in him easing as I take him into my mouth. His hand tangles in my hair, guiding me gently, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

I bob up and down on his shaft, swirling my tongue around him as I go. My eyes look up at him, but his head is dropped back as lengthy groans leave his lips. His moans are music to my ears, each one a note of encouragement. I look up at him again, this time our eyes lock as I take him deeper, my own arousal building with every sound he makes.

Kipp’s fingers slide under my waistband, finding me wet and ready. He strokes me in time with my movements, adding to the intensity.

Grady’s lips graze my ear, whispering filthy things that make my skin flush. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs. "So perfect. Should we push him a little more?"

I wink and smile as best I can with a mouthful of dick. He stands and moves to Van’s side, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his legs. Instantly, his hand wraps around his cock and he strokes himself as he looks down at me.

Releasing Van with a pop, I lean to the left and take Grady into my mouth. Taking him as far as I can into my throat.

“Fuck, Little Girl, your mouth is incredible,” he grunts.

“Shit,” Van whispers, and I look at him from the corner of my eyes. He’s watching intently as I suck Grady’s cock.

“You okay?” Kipp asks and my heart flutters at how much they care about his comfort. That even now they’re checking in with him. If this works long-term, it will be because of them. I think their age and maturity help for a smoother transition and more cohesive. They put Van at ease, which is why I love them. They did—do the same for me.

Love. I haven’t said those three little words to them yet. It needs to be right, and definitely not in a setting like this. I want us to be alone and for it to be intimate.

“I’m good. It’s hot watching her. Almost like a live movie but starring the sexiest woman I know,” Van murmurs.

“She likes it too. She’s soaking wet,” Kipp tells him as his fingers slide through my folds once more.

“Can I taste her?” Van asks and I whimper at the thought.

“I think our girl likes that idea a lot.” Grady chuckles. “Get on the bed, Little Girl.”

Not wasting any time, I pull off of Grady’s dick and stand up, climbing onto the bed. With rapt attention, I watch as Grady and Kipp undress the rest of the way and Van watches them briefly before following suit.

Kipp and Grady join me on the bed, one on either side. They each cup a breast and knead it, plucking at my stiff nipples while Van slowly moves between my thighs.

The cool sheets beneath me feel like silk against my heated skin. My breath comes in short pants, the air thick with anticipation. Van’s head is nestled between my thighs, his hair tickling the sensitive flesh. His tongue moves with expert precision, flicking and swirling around my clit. I moan, my hands gripping the sheets as excitement surges through me.

His mouth is relentless, each movement sending waves of ecstasy radiating through my body. Unbidden cries of pleasure spill from my lips.. My hips buck against his mouth, seeking more, needing more. Van’s strong hands hold me down, keeping me in place as he devours me. The tension builds until I can’t take it anymore.

“Oh God, Van, I’m gonna come,” I gasp, my back arching off the bed. He doubles down in his efforts, his tongue working me over with a fervor that sends me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. I cry out as every muscle in my body tenses. When they release, I collapse back onto the bed, my body spent and trembling.

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