Page 38 of Come As You Are
Olivia hadn’t known that part of Sebastian’s history, but she’d told us Antonio had been her savior as well throughout her life, and shared how he’d supported her at each stage of her transition, and how the club had become her family with Antonio at its core. “This is why I can’t lose Illyria,” she’d said,and we’d vowed to help her keep her brother’s legacy alive in any way we could.
An eyelash had drifted onto Olivia’s cheek, and I gently reached over to brush it from her skin, taking a moment to make a wish before setting it free with a puff of air. Olivia wrinkled her nose, then arched her neck, and opened her eyes. She smiled when she saw me watching her and reached out a hand to stroke my cheek.
While Olivia was striking when she was at Illyria—hair, makeup, clothing always perfect—I much preferred the at-home version. She was still feminine with long legs, a narrow waist, and the slightest of rounding in her belly, but she was softer and more relaxed, her face all the more beautiful for the undiluted shadow of masculinity in her jawline and throat, her body all the more alluring without the camouflage of her accessories and makeup hiding the fullness of her form. Olivia was also one of the most amazing people I’d ever met, the more I learned about her and got to know her, the more the power of her being drew me to her like a bee to a flower.
Olivia closed the distance between us, and I welcomed the feel of her against me as I wrapped my arms around her. She dragged a foot over my lower leg, then tucked it behind my ankle and used it as leverage to draw me closer. My cock firmed and rose to attention, rubbing gently against the small bulge of Olivia’s aroused click that remained hidden by her silky sleep shorts. Olivia had yet to let us see her fully naked, but neither Sebastian nor I had any interest in hurrying her and let her take the lead when it came to the pace and extent of our sexual explorations.
In almost all our encounters, I noticed that Olivia was more directive and dominant with me, while she let Sebastian take the lead with her, and this time was no different. As Olivia continued to kiss me and let her hands roam over my body, our movements roused Sebastian who rose up on his elbow andcrowded in behind me, already hard and aroused. I wiggled my ass against him, loving the feel of his cock pressed against me. Olivia pressed closer, her lower body following mine with gentle rocks of her pelvis that created a delicious friction between the two of us as Sebastian kissed my neck.
I loved being held between the two of them with the solidness of Sebastian at my back and Olivia’s gentle touches against my front. The difference between them aroused me, made me groan into Olivia’s mouth as my body came alive to their touches and caresses. At times like this, I couldn’t believe my good fortune. A feeling that increased as Sebastian leaned over me and nosed his way between Olivia and me, claiming her mouth for himself.
I whined at the loss of her taste, the feel of her tongue, but also thrilled at the sight of them kissing, at the passion I got to witness even as their hands continued to play with me. Olivia went high—fingers creeping under the hem of my T-shirt to tease at my nipples, the flesh that covered my ribs, the sensitive skin under my arms—while Sebastian worked his way lower, hands snaking beneath the waistband of my boxers to trace the line of my abs and groin, tormenting me with the suggestion of going lower with glancing touches to the base of my cock.
Working in tandem, they removed my clothes, then rolled me onto my back. If it made me a glutton for how much I loved having four hands touching my body, so be it. I loved it and couldn’t get enough of being held between them. And I loved it when they waged a silent war as to who got to kiss me, my lips the battlefield first one and then the other captured.
For my part, my hands strayed to whatever parts of their bodies I could reach. The meat of Sebastian’s ass and the breadth of his back were my usual destinations, and the feel of his muscles as I kneaded them and stroked the smooth skin which covered them thrilled me to no end. I could explore them for hours. When I touched Olivia, it was the lean muscles of herarms, the tendons of her neck, the silky skin on her belly, and the small rise of her breasts that I adored touching.
This morning, we were lazy in our caresses, languid in our movements, taking time to explore each other. Their focus on me, gave way to Olivia and me concentrating on Sebastian as I rolled from beneath him and turned him so he was exposed to our attention. I rose over him and lowered my mouth to his, loving the rasp of his unshaved jaw against the sides of my mouth. My cock rubbed against his thigh, my leg positioned over his, and my knee rubbing along the sensitive skin between his legs, sometimes nudging at his sack until his arousal tucked them out of my reach.
Beside me, Olivia teased at his nipples with her teeth and tongue. Sebastian liked a bit of pain with his pleasure. A well-timed nip on the ultra-sensitive skin under his arm could make him lose control and send him over the edge no matter how much he liked to edge himself. He prized himself on how long he could last, how much he could prolong his orgasm in deference to ours, which in turn, made Olivia and me relentless in our pursuit of his release. It was our secret weapon as well because Sebastian was unbelievably ticklish there, and we used it to our advantage whenever he tested our patience by trying to delay our orgasms.
I confess, I was greedy in bed. Though I wasn’t as quick off the mark as I was during my first encounters with Sebastian and had learned that keeping my orgasm at bay would make it even better, I still grew impatient when Bast and Olivia ganged up on me but wouldn’t let me come.
As wonderful as it was to be cherished and adored, to be wanted by these two amazing people, what thrilled me the most was the sheer joy in our lovemaking. We laughed with each other in pleasure as often as we moaned or whimpered with need. I had never known sex could be like this. The teasing, the playfulexplorations, the way both Sebastian and Olivia made me feel special, I sometimes found myself wondering why my parents had only focused on the mechanics of sex and procreation rather than the intense pleasure it could bring, the way it could leave my body both wrecked and positively vibrating with energy, my mind at ease and content. Then Sebastian or Olivia would touch me, and all thoughts except how well they knew my body would leave my mind.
Today, Olivia and I seemed to be focused on driving Sebastian crazy, as she nipped and teased at his upper body, and I trailed my way lower with my fingers and tongue. We rolled him onto his side, Olivia at his back, me at his front. A wicked wink from her over his shoulder told me we had the same thought, and she disappeared from my sight as she kissed and caressed her way down his back.
Concentrating on Sebastian’s chest and abdomen, I rolled his nipples with my tongue, plucked at them with my teeth, then moved lower when he began to writhe and moan. When he whined, I briefly returned to his mouth, kissed him lightly, and told him to have patience.
“Fuck patience,” he growled, but he relinquished control for the moment, and let us continue with our touches.
I worked my way down his chest, hands and tongue teasing at the topography of his muscles. The ridges and planes of his body enthralled me, and I promised myself one day I would spend hours mapping their rise and fall, discovering their secret sensitivities, and driving Sebastian to the point where he would beg me to let him come.
But today was not that day. Today, Olivia and I mirrored each other in our descent. I knew when she reached the top of his ass by the way Sebastian sucked in a sharp breath, and lowered myself to where the hair on his groin became coarse and wiry. Nosing in that thick thatch, I inhaled deeply.
Sebastian’s scent was a rich perfume of musk, the sweet, vanilla remnants of his aftershave, and a spicy sharp aroma I could not name no matter how hard I tried. It landed deep in my throat, a warm odor that I couldn’t get enough of, so I inhaled deeply each time I encountered it and let it fill me. Its effect on my body was immediate, my erect cock growing almost painfully hard in response, and my arousal ramping up exponentially. There was no aspect of Sebastian that failed to turn me on, but the effect of his scent was like something from out of this world. I swore, I would be able to come just from breathing him in, and wanted to try that someday as well.
Another gasp from Sebastian dissolved into a deep-throated groan and alerted me that Olivia had touched his rim. With her tongue or her fingers, I had no idea, but Sebastian’s hips thrust forward, rutting against air because I had fallen behind her while caught up in the heady scent of Sebastian’s body. I was in no hurry to rectify the situation, and chuckled at the frustrated noises Sebastian made, and the frantic movement of his hips. I put my hand on his waist to settle him, humming my approval as he stilled. That this man would gentle beneath my touch, respond so beautifully to my intentions and desires, filled me with confidence.
I felt a swell of emotion in my heart for both him and Olivia that I knew could easily turn to love if it hadn’t already. We were building something together, knitting our separate lives into one entity created out of shared aspirations and a mutual need for one another. As I had said to both of them, a tripod was the most stable of shapes, and I certainly felt that when I was with them. The turbulence of my life settled, the anxiety that roiled my mind calmed, and all that mattered was these people with whom I shared my existence.
Another groan from Sebastian brought my focus back to him, and I slid lower on his body.
My chin grazed the tip of his cock, and I felt the dampness of his precum on my skin. With a happy hum, I dipped my head and swiped at the soft skin of his glans, gathering up another pearl of precum on my tongue at the same moment, Olivia’s tongue touched Sebastian’s hole.
He cried out, hips thrusting forward so suddenly, his cock slipped through my lips and into my mouth. I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat, but recovered quickly and began to suck on him in earnest, aware of Olivia as she rimmed him. Together, we worked him to the point where he began to groan and mewl, hips thrusting forward so his cock fucked my mouth, then thrusting back so he could get more contact with Olivia’s tongue. Nonsense words began to fall from his mouth, and I loved how he was at our mercy, too far gone in his arousal to fight us for control.
I turned as I sucked Sebastian’s cock into my mouth, and he greedily took me to the root as soon as my dick came close enough to his lips. Being sucked by him, while staring at Olivia working his hole with her fingers and tongue nearly sent me over the edge. I thrust deep into Sebastian’s mouth, and he moaned around me as his balls began to tuck closer to his body.
He was getting close, and I reached between his legs to tap lightly on his sack. It was something I had discovered by accident, and he liked it a great deal. So, I kept doing it while I sucked his cock, and Olivia teased his hole.
Sebastian’s attention to my cock was sloppy and haphazard, but I didn’t mind because it meant he was so far gone that he couldn’t think of anything but his own pleasure. I redoubled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him to the back of my throat again and again. Olivia slid one finger and then two into his hole, and I timed my motions to hers as she nailed his prostate. He gasped, his body going rigid as his balls tightened, and then he shouted as his release filled my mouth.
It was all I needed to topple over the edge myself, and I spilled gratefully down Sebastian’s throat, gasping endearments as I came.
I continued to nurse him as he spurted a second, and then a third time, then pulled away as his cock became too sensitive. His mouth on my dick became lax, a few drowsy pulls before he let me slip from between his lips. Both Olivia and I turned at the same time, kissing over Sebastian’s shoulder as he traced the line of our joining with his finger. He wasn’t seeking an entrance, just a way to be connected to us.
We settled beside him, both tucking into the crook of his arms as he kissed me then turned his head to kiss Olivia. She hadn’t come yet, but we knew she would let us know if she wanted to. Still shy of her body with us, she hadn’t let us do more for her than kiss and caress as she brought herself to orgasm, but Sebastian and I understood. We trusted that Olivia would let us know what she wanted when the time was right.
