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“Yes.”

One word and Oz growls, long and low, before lifting me off him, then slamming me down again as he thrusts up in unison.

A cry escapes my lips as he bottoms out against my cervix, sending a shower of sparks bursting through my abdomen.

Steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders, we find a frantic but coordinated pace. Oz leans forward and finds first one aching nipple, then the other, nipping with just enough bite to make me frantic.

Small sobs are toppling from my lips with every breath I take, and I tilt my pelvis in an attempt to find the friction I need in order to take that final, blissful fall.

Before I can get there, a knock startles us both, but before either one of us can react the door bursts open and a flustered Oliver rushes in.

“Oz, have you seen Neve? I can’t find her, and I was worried…”

The couch is facing away from the door, so all he can see is the back of Oscar’s head, but from my position, straddling his brother, I’m looking Oliver right in the eye.

He trails off when he sees us together the way we are, but I’m too aroused to be self-conscious, and when his eyes fix on my breasts that same sense of power I felt earlier with Oscar suffuses me.

“Ah, Oliver, I’m not sure this is a good time,” Oz says in a strangled voice.

Ollie raises his palms. “Sorry. I really didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll just, umm…yeah.” He rambles an apology as he backs towards the door, looking everywhere but at us, and I’m struck that he’s sincerely apologetic, and somewhat embarrassed, rather than angry or jealous.

It occurs to me that I connected with Oliver first, and yet here I am, fucking his brother. Of course, I know a shared relationship was always the aim, but seeing it at work is something entirely different. Especially with the cold reception I’ve had from Jesse. I guess that especially has made me wonder if this can really succeed, or whether there will be too many clashes.

What Ollie represents is another opportunity to see how this works in practice, and I realize I don’t want him to leave.

I gaze at him through heavy lidded eyes as I deliberately begin to rock against Oz once again.

He pauses, eyes on us and his mouth slightly open. His breathing is shallow, and his hand clenches and opens at his side.

“No, don’t leave…come over here,” I tell him, beckoning him with one finger like the siren I’ve suddenly become.

Oliver hesitates.

Doesn’t he want this?I duck my head as heat fills my face, and I’m immediately unsure of myself.

Oz must feel the way I’ve stiffened because he glances back.

“You heard the lady, Ollie.”

There’s a hiss of breath as Oliver exhales between his teeth, and then he’s striding towards us, and I can see the clear outline of his erection beneath his jeans.

“Fuuuuck!” His exclamation is full of need, and power and confidence rush back.

Oliver stands behind his brother, facing me and staring at the pair of us with wide eyes and the ruddiness of desire riding his chiseled cheekbones.

I lean forward, reaching for Oliver, the movement thrusting my chest right into his brother’s face, something Oz takes immediate advantage of, sucking one of my nipples into his waiting mouth.

Oliver stares, unable to pull his gaze away, and I use his momentary preoccupation to make quick work of freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans before dipping my head and taking him into my mouth.

Look at me being all decisive and shit. Eat that, Jesse.

Oliver groans and his fingers delve into my hair, tightening as I take him deeper so tiny pinpricks of pleasure-pain burst through my scalp.

He shuffles as close as he can to make things easier for both of us, and while I’m engrossed with the new cock that’s filling my mouth, learning the ridges and contours of bulging veins with my tongue, Oz ramps up his own assault, taking control of my hips as he pounds into me.

I groan around Oliver’s hard, smooth shaft and the vibrations have him bucking into my mouth, making me gag slightly.

He tries to pull away, but I’m not having that, and I curl one of my hands around a firm buttock to keep him close.