Page 152 of Accidental Theirs
“It’s not teasing to make you ready for me.”
“I’m always ready for you.”
I groan again, pumping my fingers deeper.
She’s right, she’s already slick and hot, but I want more of her.
“But what if I want you to come on my fingers first?”
“Won’t take much.” She keens as she rocks her hips back, looking hungrily at Dominic as he almost shyly pumps his erection.
It’s hot, seeing what she does to him, to Sebastian.
I’m getting more and more used to these events, and I have to admit it’s not what I expected. Doing it once was one thing, but again? And I don’t even feel jealous.
Well, maybe a bit jealous of how hungrily she’s looking at Dominic.
I move my fingers deeper, angling them up, and she starts to cry out, clenching around me.
I curse under my breath, shifting to free myself and guide myself into her.
I push slowly at first, making her feel every inch, but it’s too much for me, the way she’s moaning and rocking back against me.
She reaches forward, putting her hand over Dominic’s as he pumps his fist, panting.
“Fuck…” He puts his hands behind his head, watching her work him over.
“Damien, please. Please, please fuck me, I want to come again.”
“You always want to come,” I tease, but I ram into her, feeling her tighten around me all over again as she yells.
“She’s insatiable, our girl,” Sebastian murmurs, and I love the way it sounds.
Our girl.
I’ve never so much as considered living a polyamorous lifestyle, but this is... different than I’d expected.
I feel like a part of things thanks to Olivia, not outside of it even given her history with the other two men.
I grit my teeth, trying to think of anything but how her ass bounces against me, how her walls tighten and release like a vice.
“Shit, Olivia, I’m going to come,” I manage, fighting the urge to burst inside her.
“Come in me. Please, please.” She’s nearly sobbing, and Dominic shouts as he spills all over her fist and his abdomen.
I’m right behind him, grabbing tight onto Olivia’s hips as I thrust deep.
Sebastian disappears and returns with a cloth after I pull out of Olivia, scooping her up in his arms and taking her to the bath.
I stand at the doorway while Dominic kneels next to the bath and Sebastian goes to make up the bed as if he lives here instead of me.
I feel dazed, almost drunk as I look at her lounging in my tub.
“How do you feel?” I ask her, a bit worried about all the activity given her condition.
“Amazing, all floaty.” She giggles.
Sebastian chuckles. “A little bit of subspace?”
