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Michael’s hands were quickly around her
waist, then sliding behind to her ass. He gave one cheek a squeeze. “Take my
pants off.” He positioned his leg between hers and ground against her.

Olivia’s mouth went dry. Everything up
until this point had been about him as the aggressor. He’d even removed his own
sweater. He’d also only been asking questions. This was the first direct order
and just like when Brian did the same thing, she liked it. A lot.

Michael smiled arrogantly when her fingers
unhitched his button and drew down the zipper. “Kiss me, Liv. I want that sweet
mouth of yours on mine before it’s all over my cock.”

A groan rumbled from the depths of her
chest. Nothing like a little dirty talk to move things along. Her lips collided
into his, their tongues tangled, all while she pushed his jeans and boxers past
his hips. His stiff erection grazed her leg.
Oh shit.
I can’t look.

She hadn’t thought about it until that
instant, the fact that she couldn’t really say anything about his dick in front
of Brian.
I really can’t look.
However much men liked positive
reinforcement, he was not the Big Bad Wolf and “Oh my, Michael, what a big dick
you have” could not leave her lips. She would never do that to Brian.

She slid her hand down Michael’s hip and
around to the front, where the tips of her fingers caressed his balls and her
palm pressed his cock against his stomach. Going only by feel, she sized him up
while she stroked him, rigid and hard as a rock.

Michael dug his hands into her hair and
tore his lips from hers, which made her open her eyes. “That feels amazing, but
I belong in your mouth,” he said with a rasp in his voice. He took her hand and
stepped to the bed, sitting and spreading his legs wide. Comfortable as a man
could be, he rested back on his elbows and gestured to his cock with a nod. Now
she had to look. He was as impressive as he’d felt in her hands, not as
spectacular as Brian, but Michael certainly did not want to hear that.

Across the room, Brian shifted on the
couch. Olivia glanced surreptitiously to see that he was now resting back on
the pillow and his hand was most definitely down the front of his pajama pants.
The vision fortified her resolve to focus on Michael, now that she knew without
question that Brian was enjoying this the way she’d hoped he would.

She knelt before Michael and set her hands
on his thighs. The muscles in his legs twitched in response. She flipped her
hair back behind her shoulder to ensure Brian had the best possible view before
she lowered her head and took the tip of Michael’s cock into her mouth.

He sank into the mattress the instant her
lips met his sensitive skin. “Fuck, Liv. Your mouth is amazing.”

She smiled on the inside. A good deal of
womanly pride was certainly attached to the art of delivering an excellent
blowjob. Her hand gripped his cock at the base while she sucked softly and
looped her tongue along the ridge. She carefully claimed more of his length and
both men groaned in approval. She continued, listening for cues from both of
them and using that as the roadmap.

Her lips rode up and down Michael’s
erection, but this had become much more about putting on a show for her
husband, however much she might be pleasing the actual recipient. She craned
her neck, knowing how much that sweep of her skin was a big turn-on for Brian.
She arched her back, sticking out her ass, another view she knew he liked.

Quickly the tension grew in Michael’s hips
and his moans and affirmations became more demonstrative. She scooted closer on
her knees, her hand cupping his balls and massaging with her thumb while she
took extra-long passes with her mouth, keeping her eager suction. She didn’t
dare break her rhythm when she was doing so well. His breaths became shallow,
his hips practically floating away from the bed as he grew more rigid.

Michael curled the fingers of one hand into
her shoulder while his other hand clawed at the sheets. A lusty groan came from
him, his skin so taut that she found it difficult to believe he hadn’t given
way yet, but she only increased the pressure from her moist lips. Her tempo became
more insistent now that he was close.
So close.
She could feel the
tension coiling in his belly—it radiated to her face and through her cheeks.

His release came in pulses, accompanied by
several throaty moans. She stilled, absorbing the aftershocks as his body
clutched and relaxed over and over again. She lessened the pressure of her
lips, swallowed and gently let go.

Michael blew out a breath and leaned
forward after a few moments, kissing the top of her head. “That was insane,
Liv. Seriously. I’ve had a lot of blowjobs in my life and that one was insane.”

She wasn’t about to chime in and contribute
to the conversation. Michael could live out his days thinking he’d just had a
mind-blowing orgasm delivered by the wife of one of his oldest and dearest friends,
all because she just couldn’t get enough of his cock. He never had to know that
she’d been focused on pleasing Brian the whole time.

Brian watched as Olivia wiped her mouth
with the back of her hand.
Fuck. That was hot.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever
had an erection this hard. It felt as if the lower half of his body was about
to rocket into space. His balls felt as though they weighed fifty pounds. And
he hadn’t even touched her.

Across the room, Olivia stood and Michael
wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips to her belly. All in all,
Brian hadn’t felt much in the way of jealousy, except at the more tender
moments like this. Then it was all he could do to keep from asking Michael and
his handsome face to leave.

“Your turn, Liv,” Michael said with an
egotistical smile. He stood and gestured to the bed, then offered his hand to
help her up from her kneeling position.

She stood and climbed on to the mattress
like a cat, setting her graceful womanly curves—hips, ass, breasts—into motion.
Her gorgeous head of hair cascaded over her shoulder in the process.
Fuck.
She turned on her knees and sat back on her feet, not at all the way Brian
expected her to react. She loved oral, but she most certainly wasn’t inviting
it. He sat up straighter on the couch, reading her body language as she rested
her hands on her thighs.

Michael grabbed a pillow from the head of
the bed. “Let’s put this under your hips. It will give me a better angle.”

Brian bristled at the suggestion, even when
it was incredibly hot to watch her give up her vulnerability, extend her legs
and lift her ass off the bed so Michael could place the pillow beneath her. He
reminded himself that his friend was merely here to make his wife happy, make
her come, and that would in turn make him happy.

Olivia spread her legs as Michael ran his
hands up her shins, over her knees and down along her inner thighs. Even so,
Brian sensed tension in her, much like she’d been when Michael first arrived.
She stayed partially upright, resting back on her hands. At home, she would lie
back and let Brian have his way with her, relax and enjoy everything he chose
to do to her.

One of Michael’s hands ventured between her
legs while the other reached up and squeezed her breast. She dropped her head
to the side and made a soft moan, but chose to make eye contact with Brian. He
expected her to look away, but a tender smile crossed her lips and all he could
think was how badly he wanted his mouth on hers. Her eyes flickered in the dim
light and he was desperate to feel her velvety skin, breathe in her perfume and
watch the blood bring a flush to her cheeks.

She didn’t drop her gaze but her lower lip
dipped when Michael apparently did something gratifying. Brian hadn’t been
watching the action, so it was hard to say. He’d only been watching her,
mesmerized by the emptiness of physical distance coupled with a profound
metaphysical closeness. As if he no longer had control of his legs, he stood
and approached the bed. The vision of her deep-brown eyes grew more astounding
as he got closer. The attraction between them became even more palpable as she
showed him a look of amused surprise.

Michael’s voice momentarily broke the
spell. “You joining us, Bri?”

Despite being pulled from the dreamlike
state, he only wanted to look at Olivia, who was now biting her lower lip,
enticing him with the raw sensuality that seemed to ooze from her every pore.
“I’m joining her. You keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Got it,” Michael replied, stopping to kiss
her inner thigh before dipping his head between her legs.

Brian sat on the edge of the bed closest to
Olivia’s head. “Lie back, darling. Let us make you happy.”

She did as he asked and her hair puddled on
the bed in a sexy mess. “You always make me happy.”

He didn’t bother with words, but kissed her
instead. Her lips were plump and wet and so unbelievably warm that he wanted
nothing more than to escape into the kiss forever. A moan escaped her and he
broke the kiss, glancing over to see Michael had spread her legs wide and was
licking her clit in slow and careful circles.
That’s right, buddy. She likes
it slow.

Brian still hadn’t dissected the way he
felt about all of this, he only knew his physical response as he turned back
and watched her reaction. His cock grew impossibly harder as her mouth softened
into an “O”. His balls grew tight against his body when her eyelids closed
halfway. He couldn’t wait for the moment when he could bury himself in Olivia
and claim her once again as his own.

He caressed one of her breasts while
sucking the nipple of the other.

Her breasts were full and firm from the
attention and she arched her neck. “Oh my God, that feels so good.”

Brian had to smile. This was the first
comment she’d made in the moment and it hadn’t happened until he arrived to
complete the picture. Of course, he had to admit that it probably felt pretty
amazing to have two men work on her at the same time. This may have been his
fantasy, but they might just be fulfilling one of Olivia’s at the same time.

Olivia groaned again and Brian watched
Michael as he drove two fingers inside her and pressed his mouth against her
body, sucking at her clit. Brian turned and kissed her quickly before returning
to her nipples. He pinched them both and began to twist them gently. She grasped
the sheet with one hand and Brian’s leg with the other. Her hand quickly
traveled to his cock, which was still trapped beneath the thin cotton of his
pajama pants. She kneaded him and he sucked in a breath. He hadn’t felt this
much physical urgency in a very long time.

Olivia’s breaths grew shorter. “Oh God. Oh
yeah. Right there.” She planted her feet firmly on the bed and stiffened her
pelvis, driving it up several inches. Her whole body was rigid, while her
breaths came faster and harder.

Michael continued to suck and lick her
clit, but was now using his thumb as well. Brian couldn’t imagine her holding
out much longer.

“Oh yeah. Don’t stop.” She panted, she
gasped for air and she jammed the heel of her hand into Brian’s balls, making
him suck in a shocked gulp of air. Her head thrashed from side to side, strands
of blonde hair whipping back and forth, her mouth open in a silent expression
of ecstasy. She froze then relaxed, only to freeze again. “Oh God.” Her chest
heaved and she expelled several breaths. Her eyelids remained shut and a
satisfied smile grew across her face. Her head continued to rock back and forth
on the bed. “Mmm,” she hummed, looping a fingertip on the bed sheet.

Michael raised his head from between her
legs. He and Brian looked at each other for an instant.
Mission
accomplished.
This was certainly an unexpected addition to their brotherly
relationship.
Next time, we go out for a beer.
Brian returned his sights
to Olivia, who was still very much soaking up the afterglow. The smile on her
face was a mile wide.

Michael stood. “I’ll leave you two to your
evening.” He pressed a knee into the bed and leaned over to kiss Olivia on the
cheek. “You’re an incredible woman, Liv. Brian’s one lucky bastard.” He eased
back and plucked his clothes from the floor. “I’ll use the bathroom real quick
and then I’m out of here. Just pretend like I’m not here. We can catch up on
the phone in a few days.” With that, he strode into the bathroom and closed the
door.

Just pretend like I’m not here. Thank
God.
Brian wasn’t sure he could hold out much
longer, although from the look on Olivia’s face, she might be down for the
count. He stretched out next to her. “How are you doing?”

She dropped her chin and she had the most
mischievous grin on her face. “How are you doing? From the way things felt a
minute ago, we need to get you out of these clothes.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m feeling a little strained.”
He squirmed now that she’d steered the conversation to the state of his dick.
“Are you too tired?”
Please don’t say no.

She rolled to her side and pushed him to
his back. “I’m never too tired for you.” Shifting to her knees, she sat back on
her haunches and shimmied his pajama pants down his legs. “Oh my, Mr. Saunders.
We need to take care of this right away,” she whispered, straddling his hips.

Holy fuck. She kills me with that
naughty Mr. Saunders bit.
“Do you want to, uh—” He
was about to ask if she wanted to wait until Michael was gone, but she wrapped
her fingers firmly around his cock and raised herself directly above it.
Fuck
it. Fuck me.

“Do I want to fuck you?” She sank down onto
him and he had to steel himself for a second. It felt as if he were seventeen
again, with thirty seconds of staying power if he was lucky. “Is that what you
were going to ask me?” She began swiveling her hips in an intoxicating way.

Brian heard the latch, followed by the door
closing.
Thank God.
With no reason to do anything other than exactly
what his body and mind wanted, Brian began thrusting with every ounce of energy
he had.

Olivia’s eyes widened. Her breasts bounced
and she moaned. “Oh, Bri. That feels so good. I’ve been waiting for this all
night.”

His balls tightened for what felt like the
one hundredth time. The tension in his cock was unreal, his skin impossibly
tight and hypersensitive to the grab of Olivia’s body.

“Oh God, Bri. I think I’m going to come
again.” She reached up and grasped one of her breasts while grinding against
him. “Oh yeah. Right there.”

The pressure was about to thunder out of
him; it felt as if he were dangling from a cliff with only the tips of his
fingers to keep him where he was. “Come on, baby. Come for me.” He concentrated
on his breathing to try to last until she caught up with him.

She rocked her hips forward and back in
determination. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, she rose up
higher on her knees, gasping for breath as her body clutched his like iron.

He let go and the orgasm roared through
him. He pulsed inside her and his hips bucked again and again. Olivia collapsed
down on top of him as the waves began to slowly recede and a total sense of
relief and contentment washed over him.
She’s mine. She’s mine and she’s
amazing.

He smoothed her hair back. “Well, that was
quite the experience. How are you?”

“Me?” She giggled. “I’m great. I’m fantastic.
The question is how are you?”

“You know how I am, Liv. I’m the luckiest
bastard on the planet.” He kissed her softly. “I have you. And that’s all a man
could ever want.”