Page 73 of Faking with Three

Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine, and in that moment, it feels like the world narrows to just the two of us.

“You’re safe with us,” I say softly, my thumb brushing over her cheek.

She nods, her breath catching as Marcus’s fingers curl inside her, hitting just the right spot. Her moans grow louder, her body writhing as she chases the building pleasure.

Jax leans in, his lips brushing over her ear. “Let go, Liv. Yes, good girl.”

And she does, her body trembling as the waves of her climax crash over her, her cries filling the room. Her head tilts back, her lips forming my name—or maybe Jax’s, or Marcus’s. It doesn’t matter.

Olivia’s body shudders beneath us, the aftershocks of her release drawing soft moans from her lips. I watch her, utterlycaptivated, as her chest rises and falls rapidly, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. She’s radiant—flushed, messy, and utterly breathtaking.

Jax shifts beside her, his hand still splayed possessively on her thigh. His thumb brushes against her skin in lazy circles, a look of satisfaction mixed with raw hunger on his face.

“Was that good for you?”

“The best so far.”

Jax chuckles, his fingers trailing up her stomach, stopping just beneath her breasts. “I’ll take that as a good review,” he says.

Olivia’s laugh is breathless.

Olivia shakes her head, her hand sliding to rest on his shoulder. “No,” she says firmly, her eyes darting between the three of us. “I don’t want to stop.”

Her words ignite something in all of us. Marcus leans down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, while Jax’s hands explore her curves, his lips brushing over her shoulder. I shift lower, pressing soft kisses along her ribcage, marveling at how responsive she is and how she tilts toward every touch.

Jax is at her other side, his broad shoulders and strong arms flexing as he supports his weight above her. He lowers his head, brushing his lips over the swell of her breast, his tongue flicking lightly over her nipple. Olivia moans, her hand sliding up to grip his shoulder, nails lightly grazing his skin.

Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, her nipples taut and sensitive beneath our attention. The sweet curve of her waist leads to her hips, where Jax’s hand now rests, his thumb stroking reassuring circles on her skin. He leans in to whisper something that makes her chuckle softly, the sound muffled by my lips as I reclaim her mouth in another heated kiss.

My free hand explores her torso, feeling the delicate shift of her ribs beneath my fingertips, the softness of her belly, and the gentle dip of her navel.

“I want to see you,” she says as she kisses us. “Please. All of you.”

She shifts slightly, and I catch a glimpse of Jax’s reaction: he’s fully erect, the outline of his hardened length straining against the last scrap of fabric he’s wearing. His muscles are taut, his breathing labored, and the look he gives Olivia is a mix of admiration and craving. Marcus is much the same, his broad shoulders flexing as he adjusts his position. I notice how rigid he is as well—thick and swollen, clearly aroused by every sound and tremor of Olivia’s body. He, too, can’t tear his eyes from her, and I see the small twitch of his jaw as he tries to keep himself composed.

As for me, I’m no different. I can feel my own erection pressing insistently, my body thrumming with tension and desire. I’m painfully aware of how hard I am, how the anticipation coils in my gut. Olivia’s presence does that—makes all my senses flare.

She notices, of course she does. Her gaze drifts slowly over each of us, lingering on the shape of our arousal. Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips, and I can see the curiosity and resolve in her eyes. She knows exactly what she’s doing to us, and the soft smile curving her mouth tells me she likes it.

She sits up slightly, her hands brushing over our cocks.

“You’re all so big,” she says as her hands wrap around Jax’s and tugs at it. He makes a strangled cry at the back of his throat.

“Olivia, Jesus.”

She smiles at him before moving over to me, cupping my balls, tugging at me before moving on to Marcus. It’s exquisite torture.

When her fingers draw over the sensitive head of his cock, Marcus shudders. “That’s enough,” he says, catching her arm. “I need to have you now. Lay back, sweetheart. I need to come inside you.”

Olivia moans at this words but does as he says, spreading her legs wide for him.

Marcus carefully presses forward with a quiet murmur of her name, entering her slowly. I watch as he eases into her, his movements unhurried, deliberate. Olivia moans softly, her head tilting back, her body welcoming him. Her thighs part wider, accommodating him, and the way her face flushes pink has my heart racing. Marcus is thick and fully aroused, his muscular body flexing as he sinks deeper, drawing a gasp from her that sends a jolt of desire through me. He doesn’t stop till he’s seated entirely inside her.

I’m on one side, Jax on the other. I can see the tension in Jax’s jaw as he watches them, his normally confident grin replaced by awe. He’s completely captivated by the sight of Olivia taking Marcus so beautifully.

Olivia gasps softly, her free hand reaching out, and I catch it, squeezing gently.

She moans, a sound low and throaty, and Marcus begins a slow rhythm. Her body responds instantly, hips rolling up to meet him, her lips parted as she looks at me and Jax. Her eyes shine with trust and a kind of delirious pleasure.

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