A Not So Silent Night

7. Olivia

CHAPTER 7

Olivia

“Nick.” My head snaps toward his voice, and I feel my whole body flush as Kris continues to tease me with his lips and rough hands.

This is so…wrong? Yes, that’s it. So wrong.

Nick’s breaths are deep and heavy, accentuating both the broad pecs and rippled abs of his shirtless body. Still pinned to the icy counter beneath Kris, my eyes follow the Adonis belt dipping beneath Nick’s low-slung, baggy, gray sweatpants, doing nothing to conceal the monster growing between his legs. Turning away from us for a moment, I hear him click off the burners on the stove.

Kris nips at my neck, and I yelp as he draws my attention back to him. Gently kissing over the sensitive flesh of his bite, he snarls against my skin, “Do you like having him watch? ”

“Yes,” I try to hide my embarrassment when I answer.

Did I really just say that?

This feels dirty and wrong, but I can’t deny how my body is reacting. My heart is pounding against my heaving chest, and I can feel my arousal dampening my borrowed sweatpants.

Nick turns his attention back to us at my answer, and I am immediately met with his stunning slate-blue eyes and those mischievous dimples. They bore through me as Kris’s rough palm slides under the shirt until it’s cupping my breast. He squeezes it firmly as I watch Nick grip his cock through his sweats. Palming himself through his pants, Nick leans over me until his lips are just above mine. When he speaks, his words buzz against my lips, “It’s not just me watching she likes. Is it Jersey?”

Standing from me, his hands glide along my arms, still pinned over my head, until he replaces Kris’s grip around my wrists. His free hand wraps around my throat and roughly tips my chin up so that he can easily claim my mouth. His tongue intertwines with mine while Kris’s swirls against the cotton covering my nipple. I am unable to stifle the moan that rises from my chest. My hips writhe against Kris, attempting to get some relief from the growing ache between my thighs .

“I asked you a question, Jersey.” His voice is firm, but the corner of his mouth ticks up just enough to see a hint at one of his dimples. “Do you like it when I watch? Or do you want the feel of me on your skin?”

This is so unlike me. I’ve never kissed two men in the same week, let alone the same night. Maybe it’s the near-death experience and thinking I was going to freeze to death, but I feel so alive with both of them wanting me that there isn’t an ounce of hesitation when I blurt out my answer, “Both.”

Kris pushes himself from my body and stands between my parted knees at the edge of the counter. His hands caress up and down my thighs as Nick’s trail over my arms, still pressed to the counter above my head, leaving every inch of me wound tightly with anticipation. They stare down at me, a lustful look in their eyes that I have never seen in any of my previous lovers.

“Do you think you can handle us both?” Kris questions with a sly smile as his fingers dip below the waistband of the oversized sweatpants. Goosebumps race up my spine as excitement tingles through my body as his fingers dust along the sensitive skin just above my pussy.

“I’ve never…two…” I stammer, “…at the same time.”

I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed to admit this .

It’s not like everyone in the world has had a threesome… With complete strangers.

Have they?

Nick pulls my hands around his body so that they are resting against his outer thighs. Reaching over me, his fingers gather the fabric of the borrowed T-shirt. He inches it up my body, exposing my stomach, but stops when he reaches my breasts. I nod at him, giving him the permission he is waiting for.

“We’re going to need to hear you say you want this, Jersey.” Kris’s eyes stare into mine with such need I can feel my pussy flutter with anticipation. “You’re going to need to tell us what you want.”

This is crazy… Absolutely absurd.

Yet, I’ve never wanted— no, needed —to do something so badly in my life.

“I want both of you…” I hesitate, my heart racing and eyes darting between them, “…both of you to fuck me.”

The words no more than leave my mouth and Kris fists the shirt at the nape of his neck. My eyes are fixated on him as he drags it over his head. I swallow hard as he tosses the shirt haphazardly to the floor.

Holy fucking shit…

While I could tell he was a big guy, he was hiding an absolutely jacked body beneath those clothes. Nearly every inch of his chiseled muscles is covered in black and gray ink, only further accentuating each nook and bulge of him.

Nick tugs at my shirt, and I lift my shoulders from the counter, allowing him to pull it over my head. His fingers then pull at the elastic holding in my bun, carefully trying to free my damp, curly locks. As Nick causes my hair to cascade toward the floor, Kris hooks his fingers under the elastic of the pants. He pulls them down my thighs and lets them slide over my feet to the floor.

Realizing that I am sprawled naked on this counter beneath these two incredibly gorgeous men, I suddenly can’t breathe.

Is this really happening?

Kris’s rough palms slide over my thighs as his eyes rake over every inch of me. “Relax, Olivia.” His voice is soft and soothing. “Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want. And we’ll be sure to go easy on you.”

“This time,” Nick snarls against my ear moments before his lips and tongue roughly kiss along my neck.

“Fuck, Olive,” Kris groans as he climbs over my body, and I can’t help but smile at the cuteness of the name he just called me. He places a soft kiss against my lips and brushes the hair from my face pausing to ask, “Are you sure? ”

“Yes,” I whisper back while rapidly nodding. My nerves are still getting the better of me, but his gentleness is so reaffirming.

“Naughty little girl,” Nick growls in my ear as Kris’s lips trail down my neck and between my breasts. He pauses at the base of my sternum to look up at me before continuing down my stomach. My breath audibly hitches when his lips reach the sensitive skin at my inner thigh, and I can feel Nick’s smile as he growls against my neck.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Kris’s fingers part the lips of my pussy. “It’s practically fucking dripping on the counter.”

This would be the time someone comments about that?

My embarrassment is immediately halted when Nick wraps his hand around my throat and gravelly [KA1] whispers in my ear, “Watch him, Jersey. Watch how fucking eager he is to lick up every last drop of you.”