Chapter 7

OLIVIA After Jessie came, Cal and I left her to calm down. Her breathing was still ragged, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink against the stark white sheets. A sheen of perspiration glistened on her forehead and between her breasts, tiny droplets tracing the path of her rapid breaths. Her eyes, half-lidded and dazed, followed us as we moved, a mixture of spent pleasure and lingering arousal clouding their depths. Cal, never one for patience, pulled me into a kiss the moment we stepped away from the bed. His lips were insistent, demanding, a stark contrast to the gentle touches we'd shared with Jessie moments before. It was a kiss that spoke of possession, of a hunger that was far from sated. His hands found the curve of my waist, pulling me flush against him, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against my core. I met his kiss with equal fervor, my fingers tangling in his hair, the scent of him – musk and sandalwood – filling my senses. Even as I surrendered to the passion of his embrace, my eyes flickered towards Jessie. She watched us, a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the rumpled sheet beside her. I savored the feel of Cal's lips on mine, the heat of his body against mine, but a thrill of anticipation ran through me at the thought of what was to come. It wasn't just about the physical pleasure, though that was certainly a driving force. It was the power of it, the shared intimacy, the knowledge that we were pushing boundaries, exploring the depths of our desires together. When we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Cal's eyes were dark with lust, his gaze locking onto mine. He didn't need to say a word; I knew what he wanted. A slow smile spread across my lips as he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "I want to fuck you while you eat out Jessie's pussy," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. The words, so explicit and raw, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. It was exactly what I wanted, the culmination of the sensual dance we'd been engaged in all night. I nodded, my eyes never leaving his, the unspoken promise of pleasure and abandon passing between us. We moved as one, a silent choreography of lust and anticipation. Cal shifted his position on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard, his gaze fixed on Jessie. I knelt on the edge of the mattress, facing her, my fingers reaching out to gently caress her thigh. Her skin was still warm from our lovemaking, the faint scent of her arousal lingering in the air. She watched me, her eyes wide and questioning, as I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready for more, Jessie?" I murmured, my voice low and seductive. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she nodded almost imperceptibly. I took that as my invitation, my fingers finding the hem of her soaked panties, slowly pulling them down her legs. She was beautiful, her body a canvas of soft curves and delicate lines. The triangle of dark curls at the apex of her thighs was damp and swollen, a testament to the pleasure we'd already shared. I knelt between her legs, my fingers gently parting her labia, revealing the glistening pearl of her clitoris. A moan escaped Jessie's lips as I touched her, my tongue flicking out to taste her sweetness. She bucked against me, her hands gripping the sheets as she arched her back, offering herself to me. The taste of her arousal filled my mouth, a heady mix of sweet and salty, and I reveled in it. I lapped at her clit, teasing it with my tongue, watching as her breath hitched and her body trembled. Above me, I could feel Cal's gaze burning into me, his presence a palpable force in the room. I knew he was watching, waiting, his own desire building with each passing moment. As Jessie's moans grew louder, more insistent, I felt a hand on my head, Cal's fingers tangling in my hair. He pulled me back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine, his expression a mixture of lust and impatience. "Let me see you," he growled, his voice thick with desire. I met his gaze, my own arousal mirroring his, as I moved slightly, allowing him a clear view of what I was doing. His eyes darkened as he watched me, his breath catching in his throat. And then, as Jessie's climax washed over her, her body convulsing beneath me, Cal moved. He positioned himself behind me, his hands finding my waist, pulling me back against him. His lips found the nape of my neck, his teeth gently grazing my skin as he thrust into me, filling me with his hard length. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of pleasure and power sending shockwaves through my body. I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder, as I continued to pleasure Jessie with my tongue. We moved together in a symphony of lust, our bodies entwined, our desires intertwined. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion – moans and gasps, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the rhythmic creaking of the bed. In that moment, we were one – three souls united in the pursuit of pleasure, lost in the ecstasy of the present. The world outside ceased to exist, and there was nothing but the heat of our bodies, the intensity of our desires, and the boundless pleasure we found in each other's arms. After we were calm, Cal grabbed Jessie and laid between her legs. I sat up watching them. "Pass me the condom." Cal said to me, his voice raspy with impatience. I opened the drawer and gave it to him. He tore it open and wore it on his hard length, it was so hard that it looks like he has not cum at all. "Um.." Jessie said making him pause. "What's wrong darling?" he asked. "I've never done." She paused out of embarrassment but we understood what she was trying to say. Cal is going to be her first. "It's okay," Cal murmured, his voice softening. He understood. He shifted slightly, leaning down to kiss Jessie gently. "We can take it slow. No pressure at all." He looked over at me, a silent question in his eyes. I nodded, understanding what he wanted. I moved closer to Jessie, gently cupping her face in my hands. "It's alright, Jessie," I whispered, echoing Cal's words. "We're here with you." I leaned down and kissed her softly, my lips lingering on hers. Then, I moved lower, my breath warm against her neck. I began to kiss and suck on her nipples, my tongue teasing them gently. I felt her breath hitch as I continued, her body beginning to relax under my ministrations. Cal watched us, his hand still resting on her thigh. He kept his gaze locked on Jessie’s face, watching for any sign of discomfort. When he saw her begin to relax, her earlier tension melting away, he moved again. He positioned himself carefully between her legs, supporting his weight on his elbows. "Ready?" he asked softly, his eyes searching hers. Jessie nodded slowly, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation in their depths. Cal entered her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. He watched her face intently, his movements gentle and controlled. He paused frequently, asking if she was okay, his voice filled with concern. Jessie responded with soft moans and whispered affirmations, her hands clutching at the sheets. I continued to kiss and caress her, my touch light and soothing. I could feel the tension leaving her body as Cal continued his slow, deliberate movements. I whispered words of encouragement in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how good she felt. As she began to relax into the rhythm, her moans becoming more pronounced, Cal deepened his thrusts, his movements still careful but more confident. He kept his gaze locked on hers, communicating with her silently, ensuring that she was comfortable and enjoying the experience. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the gentle creaking of the bed, and Jessie’s increasingly passionate moans.