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Olivia sucked him in deep, and Luke watched her throat as she swallowed Nathan’s orgasm without flinching. She might have moaned louder than Nathan as though she enjoyed giving head more than the receiver enjoyed her attention.

Finally, she pulled off his half-erect cock and smiled. “Delicious as usual,
mi amor
.” She licked her lips and lowered her face again to rain kisses along Nathan’s cock.

“Baby, you’re gorgeous. I’ll never tire of watching you do that.” He turned to face Luke. “You liked that?”

Luke swallowed. “Yes.”

“You want that too?”

“I couldn’t… I mean, her jaw, she’s probably tired,” Luke stammered. He was in so far over his head.

Olivia laughed. “Tired, my ass. Nathan never lasts in blowjobs. I
could
suck him for an hour, but he’s such a one-minute man. It’s not even a challenge.”

“Livi. You’ll pay for that ‘one-minute man’ comment,” Nathan said.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh please. You’re all talk. You’ve got no recourse against my mad oral skills. God cursed me with huge tits but blessed me with a great mouth.”

“Baby, I’d hardly consider your tits a curse.”

“You try dealing with these things when you’re going for a run. I’m scared I’ll lose an eye with all the bouncing.”

Luke burst out laughing. “Are you always like this?”

“No,” Nathan said at the same time that Olivia said, “Yes.”

Luke laughed harder. “I’ve never met anyone like you two.”

Olivia grinned. “I know. We’re refreshing, aren’t we?”

“Undoubtedly,” Nathan answered. “Now, I think our boy deserves to know the blessing of your mouth also. And I’m not talking about the mouth that can’t pipe down for one second. Blow the kid. Put him out of his misery. He’s been squirming beside me for the past five minutes.”

Olivia lifted her gaze to Luke and grinned mischievously. “I can’t wait. I want to know your cock inside and out. Maybe you’ll last longer than forty-five seconds.
Espero que sí
.”

“I hope so too, baby.” Nathan tugged on her hair, but he was smiling as if he knew a great secret. She climbed over Nathan’s leg and wiggled her way across the hump in the center of the car until she managed to situate herself between Luke’s legs.

Luke stiffened. He couldn’t believe this woman. His dick nearly leaped out of his jeans at the look on her face.

Olivia’s small hands gripped Luke’s thighs, the wrist leash still attached, which somehow made this all so much hotter. She squeezed his quads and stroked up and down, bumping into his balls with each pass.

Luke willed her to get on with it.

Nathan, bless him, read his mind. “Livi, baby, it’s been well-established that you like to take your time, but our apartment isn’t in Beirut. We’ll be there in a few minutes. I think you need to pick up the pace. Our boy is jumping out of his skin with the need to come.”

Olivia climbed her wicked fingers up Luke’s cock until she reached the button of his jeans. She released it expertly and lowered the zipper. All the while she hummed that tune again softly. “Oh, sweet Jesus. Look at him, honey.” She wrapped her hands around Luke’s cock and extracted him from his jeans while she addressed Nathan. “He’s leaking so much come, and he’s so stiff.” She stroked her dainty hand up Luke’s cock and then back down.

Luke nearly shot off. He silently pleaded with her to lower her mouth. But there was something so fucking endearing about her he also wanted her to keep talking.

Nathan leaned closer, his own semi-flaccid cock still hanging out for Luke to see. “Baby, so needy.”

Luke didn’t know if the endearment was meant for him or Olivia, nor did he care. He fisted his hands again and willed himself to keep from touching her. He didn’t know her well enough yet, and he had no idea what Nathan might consider acceptable concerning the way Luke handled Olivia. Just because Nathan dug his hands into Olivia’s hair didn’t mean Luke had permission to do the same.

Nathan spoke again, his face so close to Luke’s cock Luke could feel his breath. “Sit back, Livi my love. Push your tits out of the top of your corset. Those beauties that you call a curse. I want to see them, and I’m sure Luke does too.”

Olivia released Luke’s cock and leaned back as far as she could until her back pressed against the seat behind her. She tugged the bra thingy at her waist down a few inches, and her nipples popped free of the top.

Luke reached forward to stroke them without thinking, and then he froze as his fingers touched her skin.

Nathan chuckled. “It’s okay, Luke. She likes to be fondled, and I like to watch. We aren’t as strict as the couple you were just with. We don’t live by those kind of rules.”

Luke lowered his fingers to Olivia’s chest and pinched her nipples. Her skin was a glorious olive color, her nipples a dark shade of mauve. Her breasts full and large.

She moaned wantonly around his touch and set her hands on top of his.

“Your face is pink, Livi,” Nathan said. “He makes you hot.”

“Yes,
claro
,” she hissed. And then she batted at Luke’s hands to remove them and leaned in to suck his cock all the way into her throat before he knew what hit him.

“Wait,” he stammered. “Condom…”

Olivia popped off him. “Kimber checked you, right?”

Luke nodded. “But I don’t want… I mean, I couldn’t ask…”

Olivia grinned. “You’re clean. It’s okay. Skin is much yummier than latex.” Then she dove back onto his cock.

Luke cried out at the exquisite sensation that raced up his balls and down his legs. “Oh God.” His limp hands fell to his sides as he bucked into her open mouth.

The suction she used was exactly perfect, and also too much if he was meant to last. He jerked his gaze to Nathan.

Nathan smiled, still leaning on one elbow next to his thigh. “Heh. Looks like we have another ‘one-minute man.’ Go ahead. I know you’re about to explode.”

Luke wished he could have lasted longer, but there was no holding back. His cock throbbed with need, and his eyes rolled back as he enjoyed Olivia’s lips for the short number of thrusts she was able to make before he exploded into her mouth. She plunged down hard on his cock and sucked him expertly, his come barely pulsing from the head before she swallowed every drop.

He couldn’t breathe, let alone think. His arms shook at his sides while his head rolled back against the seat.

“I think he likes us, Livi.”

Olivia giggled, her sweet tongue lapping at Luke’s length, making him shiver.

The cab jolted to a stop, making Luke jerk himself to attention. He glanced at the driver, who kept his gaze straight ahead and didn’t say a word while Olivia tucked Luke back into his jeans and zipped him up.

Nathan did the same at his side, hoisting his hips up several inches to wiggle his pants back into place. “Shall we go inside, then?”

Olivia tucked her breasts back into her top while she crawled out from between Luke’s legs. She took his hand with her free one as she slipped from the car. “Come on. Text Kimber that you’re safe, then follow me. We’re going to have so much fun.
Estoy vacilando
.”

Luke followed in a daze. He’d slipped into another dimension.

Olivia nearly skipped into the apartment. She was that excited. She had more energy than anyone he’d ever met. Once they were inside, Nathan shut the door, took Olivia by the hand, and led her to a dark red couch in the living room, slipping off the loose wrist leash she’d been dragging. “Calm down, baby. You’re going to scare our boy off before we get through our first hour together.”

Luke found their relationship perplexing at best and wondered where on earth he was going to fit in to their plan.

“Do you do this a lot?”

Nathan looked at him with a brow raised. “What?”

“Pick guys up. Invite them to join you.” Luke wanted to know what he was getting into. If this was going to be another Morgan and Julian scenario.

“No. We’ve played with others at Nyx, but you’re the first we’ve ever brought home.”

“Oh.”

Olivia grinned from her spot on the couch. “Yes, little Jedi, you’re special.”

“Now that we’ve taken the edge off and assured you we aren’t predators, why don’t you tell us about yourself, Luke?” Nathan said as he settled Olivia on his lap on their soft, ruby-red, velvet couch. If Olivia didn’t know Nathan so well, she’d be pouting. They hadn’t taken the edge off as far as she was concerned. The two guys had both come, but her clit was throbbing and unattended.

Nathan nipped at her neck as he placed each of her legs outside of his, spreading her wide. Luke’s eyes practically bugged out of his head as Nathan slipped a finger inside her and swirled her juices around her clit.

“Well,” Luke said, his gaze unable to move from Nathan’s clever and very distracting fingers, “there’s not much to tell. I teach art to kids three afternoons a week at the Loft, a non-profit arts center in Minneapolis. I do some admin stuff for them too. I’m hoping to save for college, so I’m looking for a second job.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “
Un tigre
.”

“What’s that?”

Olivia almost laughed. She needed to remember Luke wasn’t used to her speech patterns. The ones that were more an affect than anything else. She didn’t think in Spanish. She’d dropped it completely until she met Nathan and he’d fucked her six ways to Sunday the first time she’d said something in her mother’s language. Now, she peppered it in all the time, just to rile him.

“
Un tigre
? Oh, sorry. A second job.” She thrust her lip forward, putting on her best pout. “You won’t have time for us.”

“I…” Luke started, but he seemed to lose focus as soon as he glanced at Nathan’s fingers. “What do you do?”

Nathan kissed Olivia’s neck and she shivered. Her neck was so sensitive.

Nathan answered. “I sell pharmaceutical drugs to doctors and hospitals. And yes, it’s as boring as it sounds, but the paycheck is good and sales is an easy field for me. Most days I don’t have to put in a full eight hours and can work from anywhere. Olivia manages a hipster clothing shop in St. Paul, though she’s smart enough to get out of retail if she wanted to.”

Olivia started to get fuzzy from Nathan’s teasing fingers. “
Mi amor
…” She tipped her hips up and grabbed his wrist so he’d press harder. She was sopping wet and needed to come so badly.

“Let go of my wrist, Livi.” His hand stilled and Olivia immediately released him, fisting her hands at her sides so he’d start back up again.

Nathan’s middle finger sank deep inside her channel, and Olivia moaned. Luke echoed her with a softer sound of his own, and Olivia couldn’t help but smile. He liked this, their exhibitionism, their openness. He barely paused when Nathan told her to open his pants in the cab. He didn’t seem to be shy, which was a very good thing. Neither Nathan nor Olivia could do shy very well. They liked being the center of attention too much—youngest child syndrome.

Olivia had eleven older brothers and sisters and learned very early in life she needed to stand out if she was going to win any of her parents’ limited attention. Nathan was the youngest boy of three and had nearly died at birth, making him the child who was showered with love from the first moment he woke up in the hospital. He could do no wrong and therefore spent much of his life proving it, testing every boundary, stepping over every line in the sand, showing everyone he had nine lives and was essentially untouchable.

Nathan added a second finger, and Olivia swallowed back a whimper, trying to remain calm and keep her hips from again tilting into Nathan’s hand. “So Luke. You teach kids? That’s so cute,” she said, slightly breathless. God, there was no way she’d be able to carry on much more of a conversation until Nathan let her come.

“Do you have family, Luke?” Nathan asked, pressing his thumb against her clit and holding it there so they both could feel the blood pulsing. Olivia tilted her head to the side and Nathan nipped at her neck, sucking the skin until she knew he’d left a mark. Not that anyone at work would ever ask her about it. Her hipster staff showed up with all manner of marks, tattoos, and piercings on them. She was probably the least decorated of the lot.

“My mom died five months ago,” Luke said and finally he looked up to their faces. “She had lupus.”

Olivia gasped. Nathan’s hand stilled and slipped from her, and Olivia moved her thighs back together.

“I’m so sorry,” Olivia said. “That sucks.”

Luke shook his head. “Yeah. It was just us, so the last few months have been hard. Christmas and Easter.”

Olivia stood and crossed to Luke’s spot on the chair across from the couch. She kneeled down and took his hands in hers. “I don’t like when people are lonely,” she said, which was true. She always had a full house of people as a child and still most of her life she’d felt incredibly lonely. Like she didn’t somehow fit in with her family. Until she’d met Nathan.

Luke shrugged. “I don’t like being lonely.”

Olivia’s heart cracked a little, and she wanted to tuck him into bed with them and never let him leave. Young and alone. “Is that why you did the scene? Are you looking for friends? Ones that are like you?”

Luke nodded. “I had this…experience, right after Christmas. With this couple. I’d never felt like that before. Part of something, I guess. I go to church…went to church.”

Olivia blinked in surprise. “Really? What kind of church?”

“Catholic Church. St. Jude’s. I used to feel part of something there. It’s the only place I’ve ever felt like part of a real family. I need to go back. I miss it. There’s a priest, and he took a lot of us guys who had single moms and made us feel like we weren’t on our own.”

Olivia opened her mouth to ask a question but Luke waved a hand. “No. Nothing gross or weird like that. He didn’t touch us inappropriately or any of the other shit some of those Catholic priests have been accused of. Father George, well, he was good to us. Started a basketball team for us. Talked to us all the time. Did movie nights and youth group. It’s like he was called to help unprotected kids. And me, with my mom always being so sick, I guess he figured I was a little unprotected.”