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I look up at Sebastian and bite my lip playfully.
“I thought you guys were dominant.”
“Being dominant doesn’t mean being overbearing,” Damien points out. “This is your show, Olivia. What do you want?”
“All of you.” It’s the first completely true thing I’ve said to them in months. “I want all of you, so badly.”
Sebastian licks his lips, stepping closer, and his erection is visible in his jeans.
“First, I want to put you in my mouth.”
Sebastian hitches in a breath, looking down at me when I drop to my knees.
“You won’t hear any complaints from me.”
“Then I want someone to fuck me.”
“I volunteer,” Damien says, his voice low, and Dominic’s throat works as he stands by the couch.
“Dom?” I call gently. “Are you... Is this okay?”
“Of course it’s okay. It’s your show.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He runs a hand over his face. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
He doesn’t seem fine, and I know we need to have a conversation.
“I'll take care of you, too,” I promise, and he freezes, but I can see the lust in his brown eyes.
My skin is literally buzzing with pleasure as I unbutton Sebastian’s jeans.
He groans low in his chest when I free him.
I pump his length once, twice, but he’s already at full mast.
“You look so fucking gorgeous on your knees.”
His voice sends pleasure rushing through me, and I can’t wait to take him into my mouth, moaning around him and working my tongue along his underside.
“Oh, fuck me,” Sebastian growls, taking my hair in his hand and thrusting forward, making me gag.
He cups my face briefly, but I recover, bobbing my head and hollowing my cheeks.
“God, look at her.” It’s Damien’s voice that trails through my lust haze.
“She’s perfect,” Dominic agrees, and when I glance at him, he’s not looking at me.
Fuck. We really do need to have a conversation.
But I focus on the task at hand and soon, Sebastian is panting, thrusting into my throat until my eyes water.
When he spills down my throat, I swallow around him, and he gasps, slowly pulling out of my mouth.
He cups my face, kissing me even though I taste like his seed, and warmth pools in my lower abdomen.
I stand up shakily, and Damien is at my side, steadying me with one hand on my hip.
