Chapter 13

Olivia

The shoot went amazing and I don't think I've laughed so much in a long time. Vera was so fun and ready to do whatever idea I came up with. She even booked another shoot for some work headshots, which surprised me, since she hadn't even seen the prints from this session.

Now, I want to get to the guys' house. I miss them already and may be slightly jealous that I missed out on their playtime last night. They got me worked up in the car and then I had to go home because of my job. I love what I do, but damn, that was definitely one of the times being an adult sucked.

I jump in the shower, and while I let the conditioner sit, I touch up my bits and pits. Grabbing my razor, I glide it over my mound, making sure that shit is smooth as hell. If Bre knew I was cheating on our standing Brazilian appointment, she'd spank my ass, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Van never minded a little growth, hell it could have been a full bush, and he'd still get all up in there. Kipp and Grady are new though, so I don't know their preferences and I'm airing on the side of getting dick.

After rinsing my hair and making sure everything is silky smooth, I turn the water off and step out of the shower. My favorite green and pink towel is waiting for me. It might be weird to have a favorite towel, but this one has never lost its softness, and it's the perfect length to wrap around me and not have anything hanging out.

The worst thing is getting out of a hot bath and your towel doesn't fit you nicely.

Wiping the fog from the mirror with my hand, I grimace at the streaks it will make for me later. We're watching a movie, so I don't want to get too done up, but also it's only our third date. So, I'm still trying to look hot.

Excitement fills me as I wrap my hair up in my soft microfiber wrap, a smile lighting up my face, thinking about seeing Grady and Kipp.

Grabbing my phone, I turn on my makeup playlist and get to work. I do a smokey red eye with bright blue on the lower lash line. Drop a little white shimmer in my corners and coat my lashes in mascara. Turning my head side to side to make sure the blush and contour are flawless, I decide to add a bold wing. The liquid liner goes on smoothly.

Done!

Now for this mop on my head. Taking the wrap off, I toss it on the counter and comb out my hair before blow-drying it with my round brush. Once my curls are soft and loose, I spray a little something to keep the frizz under control and head off to get dressed.

This is the easy part, I know exactly what I'm wearing. Sliding on a black skater skirt, my oversized cream sweater with fluffy mauve sleeves, and my UGG boots.

"Shit!" I curse, rushing back to the bathroom and spritzing some Kenneth Cole Black on my wrists and behind my ears. "Okay, Olivia. Now, you're ready to go."

The drive to their house goes by in a blur of blasting Dylan's Dad by Geena Fontanella and laughing at how relatable this song is to my life.

Before I can knock on the door, Grady swings it open and rips me toward him. "Fuck, baby. You look stunning." He buries his face in my neck. "Damn, you even smell sexy."

I giggle and push away from him. "Are you sure you're in your forties?" I tease.

"Mmm, baby, don't test me. I'll show you just how young I feel with you in front of me." He grabs my hand and presses it against the crotch of his pants so I can feel his already hard length.

"Later," I purr.

"Well, come in. Kipp is in the movie room waiting impatiently." He rolls his eyes. "He may or may not have downloaded the new Fast and Furious movie and is gnawing at the bit to watch it."

"Jason Statham and Tyrese Gibson." I fan my face. "Sign me up!"

I kick my boots off, and sure enough, when we step into the room, Kipp is on the couch lounging. "About time. What did you do, stop for a quickie on your way in here?"

"Grady wishes," I snark, rounding the couch and straddling Kipp's lap. "Really wanna see this movie, huh?"

"Yes," he growls, nipping my lips. "Now, sit your fine ass down and we'll start."

I shake my head, rolling my eyes. Men seem to never grow out of the fast cars and action movie phase of life.

Grady jumps over the back of the couch, settling into the corner of the sectional, and I slide between his legs, leaning against his chest.

I've seen these new modular sectionals on TikTok but not in person. The guys have their gray corduroy positioned into a giant square bed design. It's a good setup for a movie night. I might need to look into getting one for the apartment. Binge-watching weekends would be so much better.

The movie starts and I make it about halfway through before I feel my eyes getting heavy. Today was a long day and I'm sure the guys won't mind if I nap for a little while they finish the movie. Grady has a hand under my sweater and his fingertips gently slide across the skin above my skirt.

My eyes close once more and this time I leave them closed. Then drift off, listening to Jason Momoa talk to the dead dudes he's painting the toenails on.

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but a thick finger glides through my folds, instinctively causing me to widen my thighs. Cracking an eye open, I see Kipp lying between my legs with my skirt flipped up. The thought of him touching and playing with me while I'm sleeping has my belly warming and core tingling. I never thought about that being something I'm into, but I very much am.

"Sorry, Ollie, you just looked so peaceful and sexy sleeping in Grady's lap. I didn't get to touch very much last time." He looks up at me at the same time a snore sounds from the man behind me.

I choke back a laugh.

"Should we see if we can wake him up?" Kipp rasps, his voice low and gravelly.

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod.

"Naughty little girl." He licks his lips, then he reaches into his pocket for something. A pocket knife flashes in the air as the blade flicks out. In two swift movements, Kipp has cut the sides of my thong, ripping it off of me and throwing it behind the couch.

He's now face first, staring at my pussy before his index finger returns, gliding through my folds. "So wet already."

Yeah. I wonder why, buddy. You were touching me while sleeping, called me little girl, and cut my fucking panties off. You're lucky I haven't come already.

Using his thumb and index finger, he spreads my lips and leans in, flicking his tongue against my clit.

"Fuck," I moan, dropping back against Grady more.

He eats my pussy like a five-course meal, nipping, licking, and sucking my little bundle of nerves relentlessly. I've never had anyone spread my lips further, and it's a whole new sensation. I feel like he's licking me deeper, harder, more intimately. I don't know, but I really fucking like it.

When he pulls one of my lips between his teeth and tugs, I slap a hand over my mouth.

A hand snakes out from behind me, uncovering my mouth, and I cry out.

"Let me hear you scream for him, baby girl. Come on his tongue, then you're going to come on mine," Grady murmurs against my ear before biting the lobe.

I whimper and Grady chuckles, the sound vibrating through my body, sending pleasure straight to my cunt.

His hand that was under my shirt creeps higher, circling my nipple before pinching it hard between two fingers.

That's it. I come like a freight train, my hips thrusting against Kipp's face as I scream. My body shakes as I come down from my high and my heart races against my rib cage.

Kipp looks up at us, his well-trimmed beard glistening with my release.

"Bad little girl woke me up," Grady growls. "Now she has to come again, this time on my tongue."

"I can't," I whine.

"You can and you will," Kipp grunts, grabbing me and pulling me off Grady, toward him.

Grady uses the opportunity to slide down, so he's lying on the couch. Kipp kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue, and I moan into his mouth.

Kipp pushes me back as Grady grabs my hips, pulling me so that I'm straddling his face. These men. They're giving me a hell of a lot of firsts. Because while I've sat on a face or two before, never reverse like this. Usually, I'm facing a headboard or wall, but in this position, I'm staring straight at Kipp.

"Watch me suck Grady's cock while he eats your pretty little cunt."

Oh fuck.

Grady doesn't waste any time flattening his tongue and licking me from ass to clit. I moan at the feeling, but my eyes are on Kipp.

He unbuttons Grady's pants and pulls them down just enough for his cock to spring free. Kipp's large hand grabs Grady's dick and he strokes him a few times before positioning his mushroom head at his lips and swallowing his shaft.

His hand keeps hold of Grady at his base as he bobs up and down. Grady groans and the sound vibrates against my pussy.

Kipp doesn't stop. He glides up and down Grady's shaft, his eyes never leaving me.

"I'm close," I whimper.

"Come on his face, pretty girl. Soak him in your juices," Kipp grunts, popping off his dick.

He quickly pulls his cock free of his pants and begins to stroke himself while jerking Grady fast and hard.

Grady bucks his hips toward Kipp and groans loudly. I catapult over the edge, my toes curling, eyes squeezing shut, my hips grinding on Grady's face.

The man beneath me grunts and his body shakes. Rope after rope of cum covers his dick and Kipp's hand.

Kipp releases his husband, switching to stroking himself with the same hand.

"Fuck. Your cum makes the best lube, baby. And knowing you came while eating the prettiest pussy is hot."

Do these two always talk filthy like this? I wonder when it's just the two of them if they talk dirty?

"I'm close," Kipp grunts.

I crawl from Grady's face and lean forward to blow over his tip.

"Dammit, little girl." His cock twitches and cum shoots out, covering my face, and I rear back in surprise.

I knew he was close, but I didn't think one little breath would get me a facial, but here we are; another first.

Kipp's eyes are wide as he stares at me nervously, like I'm going to be upset. I'm surprised but not mad.

I flash him a smile before licking my lips. "Yummy," I whisper.

"Christ, she's perfect," Grady mumbles and I laugh again.

"Come on, pretty girl. Let's get you cleaned up." Kipp stands from the couch, tucking himself away, and grabs me, tossing me over his shoulder.

He carries me to the steps and heads up them, with me still hanging over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. I smack his ass and he growls.

When he sets me down, it's on the bathroom counter. Slowly, he pulls my sweater off, then slides my skirt off.

"You owe me a thong," I tell him.

"No point. I'll cut that one off you, too."

Grady joins us, starting the shower and I watch, heat pooling in my belly as they get naked. Christ. I just came twice and seeing them undress has me getting horny all over again.

The three of us get into their huge ass shower and they clean me. Just their touches are about to cause me to have a third orgasm.

I get out before embarrassing myself and dry off while they finish washing up.

Once I'm dry, I grab a t-shirt from the dresser and pull it over my head before climbing into their bed.

My eyes are closed and I'm snuggled under a blanket when the bed dips on either side, letting me know my men have arrived. Kipp pulls me closer, and I lay my head on his chest and Grady snuggles against my backside, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I'm warm and feeling on top of the fucking world between these two as I drift off to sleep.