Something like fire burns in Misha’s eyes, and a proud grin spreads across his lips.
“And Oliver will, too, if you let him try,” Grey rumbles in my ear, and my gaze flits up to him, his arms a steady fortress around me. “Will you?”
I feel the heat of their stares and the weight of their expectations. It’s intoxicating, the idea of us all together like this, of Oliver learning from them—from us. My answer slips out, breathy even to my ears, “Yes.”
Grey’s response is immediate, a low murmur against my ear that sends goose bumps cascading across my skin. “Good girl.” His fingers find my clit, rubbing slow circles as he sucks on my neck. I moan, my hips bucking against his hand. Then he slips a finger inside me, curling it up to hit that sweet spot that makes me gasp.
Oliver watches, mesmerized, while Misha grins. “Okay, Ollie, let’s do this.”
Oliver swallows visibly, his eyes meeting mine as he moves toward the bed, the tension in his shoulders betraying hisnerves. He settles on the comforter, his gaze never leaving mine, seeking silent reassurance.
I smile at him, trying to tell him all he needs to know with my eyes.
I love you, and I will love everything you do.
This is new territory for him, and the gravity of the moment isn’t lost on me.
“Do you want to touch her?” Grey asks Oliver. “Do you want to feel how wet she is?”
Oliver nods, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches out to touch me. Grey guides his hand, showing him exactly how to pleasure me. Oliver’s fingers are tentative at first, but he quickly picks up the rhythm, his thumb rubbing circles around my clit. “Good job, Ollie,” Grey praises, his voice thick with approval. “Now, keep the tempo.”
I moan, my head falling back in pleasure as I try to maintain eye contact with Oliver, letting him see the effects of his touch on me. My body trembles with each stroke.
“I bet Amelia wants your mouth on her, am I right, Bug?” Misha’s hand slides up my inner thigh, his fingers teasing with a mischievous precision that sends a thrill through me. “This is where you start, Ollie,” his voice a low, inviting purr. “You want to make her feel good, right?” Oliver nods, his eyes wide and earnest as his fingers leave my clit, drinking in every detail as if his life depends on it.
With a devilish grin that promises all sorts of delightful wickedness, Misha starts to caress my pussy, and then his fingers part me, revealing my most intimate parts to the cool air of the room. Oliver watches, his breath hitching audibly as Misha exposes me, and my breath comes faster.
Grey holds my thighs apart with a firm but gentle grip while his lips are on my neck, kissing and nibbling with a tantalizingheat that makes me shiver. Each nibble and caress adds to the overwhelming sensations, keeping me on edge.
“Watch carefully,” Misha instructs in a low, rumbling voice that reverberates through me. His fingers glide over my clit with expert precision, causing a sharp gasp to escape my lips. “You already gathered that this is the magic spot. You’ll want to use your tongue to tease her like this.” His finger flicks over my sensitive nub, igniting fireworks of pleasure throughout my body.
Grey’s lips brush against my ear, and his breath is hot as he pinches my nipple. It’s like a sensory overload but nowhere near enough. The contradiction has my body buzzing with need, wanting everything they have to give.
Fuck.
Misha’s lips brush against mine, his breath a whisper in a kiss that is just out of reach as he pinches my clit and whispers, “Are you ready for this, Bug?” My heart races as I nod eagerly, and Misha pulls his hand away. “All right, Ollie. Your turn.”
Oliver leans in, his hands gripping my thighs, his lips finding their way to my center. His tongue darts out tentatively, unsure of where to begin. He starts by tracing slow, deliberate circles around the outside of my slit, causing my hips to buck involuntarily. Seemingly taking this as a good sign, he continues exploring, growing more confident with each passing moment.
Spreading me as Misha did, Oliver flicks and prods at my clit.
Holy shit.
He licks me until I’m writhing beneath him. Then he sucks on my clit, and I let out a guttural moan that seems to spur him on even more.
Grey’s voice cuts through the haze of pleasure, low and commanding. “Does that feel good, Princess?” His fingers continue to tease my nipples, and I struggle not to arch into his touch, trying to focus on the sensations Oliver is creating.
I try to respond, but my words are lost in a moan as Oliver’s tongue dances over my clit. The intensity of it overwhelms me, and my attempt to speak is cut off by another moan. Oliver, seemingly misunderstanding my reaction, starts to pull away, concerned that he’s not doing it right.
Without thinking, I grab his head, pulling him back toward me with desperate urgency. “No, don’t stop,” I manage to gasp out between breaths, making Grey chuckle behind me. My fingers thread through Oliver’s hair, guiding him back to my clit, encouraging him to continue.
The sensation of his mouth on me again is a relief, and I moan, my hips rocking in response.
Misha’s hand joins Grey’s on my chest, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipple, while Grey pulls on the other, nibbling my neck. Oliver’s tongue delves deeper, teasing and tasting every inch of me. They are working me up, the pleasure mounting, and I am getting closer and closer to the edge, but I don’t want this to end already.
Grey’s hand moves down to my hip, steadying me as I thrash around. His fingers dig into my skin, adding a delicious hint of pain to the mix. The combination of sensations is almost too much to handle, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
“That’s it, Ollie,” Grey murmurs. “You’re doing great.”
