She finally settles on a movie—the opening scene playing out, explosion after explosion—but none of us are really watching. The tension between us is too loud, too insistent, to pay attention to anything but the electrical current running between the three of us.
Kat leans forward, setting the popcorn bowl on the coffee table with a soft thud, and nestles back into her seat, resting her hand on my knee. Slowly, her hand slides up the inside of my thigh, and true to her word, she takes matters into her own hands, like my dick.
Her fingers find me through the fabric of my pants, her movement worthy of an instant chub, and she palms me with a confident grip that turns into a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Ollie squirms on the other side of the couch, and I watch as Kat’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. Ollie’s head falls back against the couch with a dull thud, her eyes squeezing shut. A low, helpless sound escapes her, far removed from her usual confidence.
The fire pops, casting a jump of light that illuminates the stark tension in Ollie’s neck, the parted softness of her lips. Myhips twitch involuntarily into Kat’s touch. Seeing Ollie surrender to Kat unravels every coherent thought.
Kat turns to me, her curls brushing my cheek as she leans over, capturing my mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. She pulls back just enough to wink, a wicked promise flashing in her eyes, before she turns completely away from me. Her hand slips from my cock, leaving a throbbing emptiness in its wake, and she shifts across the cushions, her movements fluid, and cups Ollie’s face.
Ollie’s eyes fly open as Kat claims Ollie’s mouth with a bruising intensity that makes the air vanish from the room. It’s desperate and wet, a muffled gasp caught between them.
Ollie’s hands come up, tangling in Kat’s hair, pulling her closer as a ragged moan vibrates through both of them. Kat breaks the kiss, breathing hard, and swings a leg over Ollie’s thighs, settling fully into her lap.
Ollie’s hands hover at Kat’s hips for a stunned second before gripping onto the fabric of her tank top like she’s found a lifeline in a storm.
Kat’s tongue slides against Ollie’s, and she lets out a muffled groan, Ollie’s body melting back into the cushions as she surrenders completely.
The sight of them builds something feral in my gut.
I watch Kat rock her hips down, a slow grind against Ollie’s lap.
“Fuck,” Ollie gasps against Kat’s mouth, her voice shattered.
“That’s the idea,” Kat murmurs, leaning back to slide Ollie’s shirt up over her head, exposing the intricate tapestry of ink across her torso and the simple black sports bra beneath. The firelight dances over the vivid colors on Ollie’s skin, over the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Maybe it was the decade’s worth of movies and TV shows fetishizing girl-on-girl action purely for the male gaze that made me fantasize about this momentverydifferently.
Maybe it's because what I am privileged to witness right now isn’t just sex, but unapologetic, raw, unfiltered passion. I know how Ollie likes it. I've had to hear detailed descriptions of how hard she likes it from her ex-boyfriends. I've seen the bruises myself, but the way she is nurturing Kat, caressing and gentle, is so pure and wholesome. Can hearts get a hard-on? Because my dick is no longer paying attention, but my heart is hard as fuck.
Kat lowers her head, her mouth trailing down Ollie’s neck, and Ollie’s eyes find mine over Kat’s shoulder, wide and dark and utterly lost.
My best friend and my girlfriend aren’t just into each other…they’re in love.
NINE
OLLIE
One moment, Vince’s eyes are locked with mine as his girlfriend trails her tongue down my neck toward my tits, and the next, he pushes himself off the couch and disappears into the kitchen.
“Kat,” I half moan, half croak. “Vince…”
“Shhh.” Her breath is hot against my skin. “He’s okay.”
I shake my head, guilt knotting in my stomach. “Are you sure…”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she whispers, her lips brushing against my collarbone.
A shiver runs through me, and I let my head fall back as Kat’s teeth find the sensitive skin of my neck, and I gasp, my fingers digging into her hips. The sensation sends a jolt of heat straight between my thighs, and I can’t help but rock my hips up against her.
Her hands grip the hem of her tank top and pulls it up over her head, then tosses it aside.
Utterly mesmerized by her perfection. Her tits are full and round. Her soft pink nipples, begging for my mouth. My hands slide up her waist until the soft, heavy weight of her breasts fills my palms.
I squeeze, kneading the soft flesh, causing Kat to let out a breathy moan, her hips rolling against mine. Her nipples hardeninstantly under my touch, and I can’t resist the pull to take one into my mouth.
"Ollie," she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I can’t believe this is finally happening.”
