AN: hi lovies! here's pt 2 to the previous chapter! it's...maybe the filthiest thing i've ever written, which is entirely Ash's fault and we love her for it. Okay enjoy! :)
"Turn around…"
When she does, it's somehow more intimidating to face him in her underwear than it was with Olivia. Liv smiled at her, made her feel warm and mushy on the inside. Fitz takes in her body, ogles it, peruses her features like he wants to memorize the look of them all, naked and on display for him. Fitz stares at her, and it makes her feel hot and wet.
She's been wet since they left the living room, but now, without her jeans, Julia feels her arousal soaking through her flimsy panties and practically dripping down her thighs.
"Wow," Fitz rasps as the pads of his thumbs skim along her sides, brushing against her nipples and then sliding down her flat tummy, stopping along the top waistband of her panties. The lace is soft and delicate against his touch, and it aggravates him—makes him want to yank them off, rip them, curse them for making him so weak.
And then, his eyes flash up her body and lock with hers, which are watching him carefully. It aggravates him even more because how dare she look so cute. How dare she smile at him like that and tuck her hair behind her ear. How dare she make him want to flip her down onto the bed and worship her between her thighs.
He has to kiss her again because she's so tempting. Her mouth feels incredible against his, supple in all the right places, bold and daring but willing to bend to whatever he wants. When his tongue brushes hers, she whimpers again and though her hands have been resting limply at her sides, the subtle change makes her jump and find purchase with her palms against his bare chest.
It's the first time she's touched him, and he already knows he cannot wait to feel her hands on the rest of him. Then, her tongue sweeps alongside his, and his mind wanders to how that will feel on the rest of him too…
She's entirely too much of a tease, just simply being herself, so he settles for kissing down her neck, sucking at her pulse point and nipping the tender skin with his teeth.
"So fucking soft…" Fitz murmurs into her neck, his hands cascading down her back and cupping her ass again.
Hearing her sigh ignites a fire in his chest, and he can't stop himself anymore, pulling her body in close to his, shifting his hips against her, letting her feel the solid ridge of his erection against her belly.
"Mmm…" Julia moans, tipping her head back as he continues kissing lower and lower, from her neck now to the lacy top of her bra. Her hips buck involuntarily into his, and the little movement makes Liv chuckle thickly.
"You feel how fucking hard he is?" she taunts while she plays with the edge of the frilly black panties, gripping Julia's hips and helping her grind forward against Fitz. "Does that feel good, mister?"
Without another word, Fitz's left hand leaves Julia's ass, sliding up Liv's front and pinching her nipple fleetingly through her silk robe. He hadn't expected that he would have to keep both women from acting up tonight.
"Agh–fuck…"
"Behave," Fitz warns, eyes peering up from Jules's chest into Olivia's. "I'd hate to have to bend you over my knee in front of our guest…"
The words graveling through his chest have an obvious effect on Julia as they hear her gasp softly.
"Awh, does that sound fun, sweet girl? Me spanking Olivia while you get to watch?" Her curls bob as she nods. "Yeah? Let me hear you…"
It takes her a second to coordinate her breathing to even consider talking. She's not hesitant in the slightest, rather she just feels inoculated with pleasure that her brain is foggy, her speech slurred. "Yes…I—I would like that…Yes…"
From behind her, Liv clears her throat, pinching Julia's ass at the same time. "Yes what?"
She turns her head to look at Olivia, brows furrowed slightly. "Yes…please?"
Olivia groans deep in her chest, gripping her chin to kiss her once again because she's just so fucking wholesome. "Daddy. He likes when you call him daddy…"
When Julia turns back to Fitz, she watches the intensity and lust wash over his features. But she's a patient girl, so she waits and grins at him before replying, "I'd like to watch you spank her, daddy."
Fuck.
The growl that tears through his throat shows just the level of self control he's displaying, because if that had been Liv that said those words, she'd already be on her back, and he'd already be inside of her. But, Jules is not Olivia, and he has to take this slow.
"I can already tell that you're going to be a fucking good girl for me, Julia."
She bats her eyelashes and wiggles her hips, trying to show him just how good she can be, how docile and obedient she wants to be. And when her hand creeps up her side and starts pushing down the strap of her bra, his mouth nearly waters.
Liv follows the strap with her own hand, checking to make sure it's what Julia wants. When she gets the go-ahead, the bra is unfastened, and both partners help her to shuck it off.
"Oh my g—you're making me crazy…look at your cute, little body…just so eager to show me your tits, huh?" Fitz teases, cupping her bare breasts in his palms as he had done before over her bra.
Except this time, he can feel how hard her nipples are against the pads of his fingers, and when he leans down and wraps his lips around the left, he gets his first true sense of how incredible this will be. Her first real moan is soft, breathy, but full of desperate want. It's wispy and high-pitched, and all it does is make him think about how many other sounds he can get her to make tonight.
The thought rushes him forward, swirling his tongue around her nipple before switching to the other. His teeth come into play, delicately grazing along the pebbled skin, and he finds that she pants twice in quick succession when he does.
"He likes to hear you, sweet girl…let him know how good he's making your body feel…you like him sucking on your nipples like that? Yeah? What if I…"
Her voice trails off, but it doesn't take long for them to realize what Olivia is doing, pulling Fitz's head away and making space for her own as she ducks around to the front of Julia's body. Olivia's tongue flicks soft passes against her dark nipples before taking the mound in her mouth and sucking.
Something about the way Liv's mouth feels—and how it feels to have her nipples teased while Fitz brushes his thumb against her bottom lip—makes her weak-kneed. Julia keens, her moan resonating a bit deeper in her chest this time. But as soon as she does, in fact, make a louder sound, Fitz is in her ear, playfully mocking her.
"That's it, baby…such a loud girl…shhh…can't have our neighbors hearing your pretty little sounds…"
And when her mouth opens again, wider this time, to repeat the noise—because frankly, she can't help it—Fitz pushes his thumb between her lips and rests it against the flat plane of her tongue.
"There you go, pretty girl…you just needed something to fill this sweet mouth of yours, huh?"
She whines because what else is she supposed to do when his finger is filling her mouth, slowly and steadily stroking along the center of her tongue. When she hums around the digit, he smiles to avoid his eyes from rolling back in his head.
"It's okay, honey…you can suck it, if you want…" Liv sighs against Julia's neck, nipping with her teeth and nodding approvingly when she feels the muscles underneath her lips tighten. Fitz can't help but moan, the surge of pressure sending a jolt straight to his cock.
It makes her feel crazy, the two pairs of hands trailing along her naked skin, one teasing both nipples and the other cupping her jaw and stroking her hair back tenderly. Then, the younger woman recognizes one of the hands against her face is gone. In the next moment, she feels a smooth, petite hand glide up the inside of her thigh, and it makes her widen her stance instinctively.
Liv steps back from Julia's neck because she wants to look at her face—she wants to see how much Julia wants her to touch her cunt. And when she does, Liv is blown away by what she sees.
Julia is so gorgeous—her chest heaving, her breasts aching, still in Fitz's grasp, her belly trembling with need, her hips trying desperately to grind down into Liv's touch that she's keeping so teasingly far from her core.
Smirking, Liv tightens her own robe around herself before returning her right hand to Julia's thigh. Except this time, she doesn't stop. Her fingers trace higher and higher until they dance along the soft lace of her panties, just above her quad. Then, they skim quickly toward her cunt, fingers gliding down her mound until she can cup her center fully.
Liv nearly chokes on her own spit.
"Jules—fuck, baby… Fitz, she's soaked."
He immediately swipes Liv's hand away and replaces it with his own, already starting to rub her with the heel of his palm, letting her rock her hips into the sensation she has been craving.
"Damn…even with your little scrap of underwear on too…you're gonna be a mess when we get this off, baby girl," he rasps against her ear.
And Liv doesn't need any more encouragement, grabbing the sides of Julia's thong at either hip and tugging them down her thighs, following the fabric with her lips until it's past her knees and falling to the floor. With her panties off, Julia is keenly aware just how needy she is, unafraid to whimper and tell them so.
Fitz kisses her again, tells her that she doesn't need to beg like that—he will take care of her—and caresses her core once again, feeling the slick slide against his fingers. He doesn't want to finger her yet because the way that she's shaking makes him realize that she might not be able to stay upright if he does. So, he settles for slipping his middle finger between her folds and stroking.
His fiancée seems to recognize the same issue and begins guiding Julia further into the room, not stopping until the backs of her thighs hit the bed.
"Is this okay, Jules?" Liv asks, kissing her cheek sweetly, waiting for the babysitter to nod before helping her lower down onto her back.
The bed is plush, because of course their bed is fucking expensive and lush, and though Julia relaxes from no longer being on her feet, all of her senses are heightened because her thighs open intuitively, and they can see her now. Before, Fitz could feel how wet she was, but now he can see it—see how bare she is between her thighs…how her cunt glistens and shines for them…see how she looks, already spread for them, legs hanging off the end of the bed…see how pretty and tempting she looks, ready to be devoured.
Liv takes her time, crawling up onto the bed, stretching out beside Julia, and smiling seductively at Fitz. When she gets close enough, she brings her lips gently to Julia's temple, kissing her and sweeping a single lingering curl off of her forehead. She cups her jaw again before rising up over her body briefly to kiss her lips.
"What do you like?" Olivia asks, mumbling in between kisses.
And Julia realizes that she does, probably, need to use words to tell them what she likes so that they know how to please her, but every touch that they've given her since last Friday has told her that they don't need a roadmap. She's confident that any way they touch her is going to make her weak. So, she just whimpers and opens her thighs wider.
"Uh-uh…" Liv scolds, flicking the tender skin of Julia's inner thigh. "I need your words, sweet girl… We need you to tell us what you want…"
"I—" she pants, moving her lips in sync with Olivia's. It feels so good to kiss another woman, unlike she could have ever expected.
"It's okay. You can do it…" Fitz encourages, stepping up to the end of the bed and running his hands along the outsides of her thighs.
"I—I like anything…your mouth…"
"Yeah? You want his mouth?"
"Yes, pleasee—"
"Can you ask him, pretty girl?" Liv presses, rubbing her hand across Julia's chest, teasing and pinching her nipples to make her gasp.
Julia's eyes flash from Fitz standing between her thighs to Liv hovering by her side. Liv gives her a little nod, then gestures with her head toward Fitz, a little go on.
"Um… can you put your mouth on me?" Julia whispers shyly.
And Olivia snickers. "Oh, you'll have to do better than that, cutie. Don't you think, Fitz?"
"Hmm…tell me what you want me to do, Jules… I need you to be more specific. You want my mouth…here?"
He drops to his knees and floats his open mouth against her left calf, halting when he gets to her knee, pecking there, nuzzling his scruff against her soft skin, and smiling when he hears her huff out an indignant breath.
"You—please—higher… on my…"
"On your…what?"
"I want your mouth on my…" Her voice drops again to a muted purr. "...pussy…"
"Mmm…there you go," Fitz praises, kissing and biting up both inner thighs until he's level with her core. He uses his fingers to glide on either side of her slit before blowing a thin stream of air against her. Her hips jump and shutter into the teasing rush of cool along her hot cunt.
Liv smoothes her hand from embracing Julia's breast down her belly, stopping just below her belly button and pressing firmly against her pelvis to keep her hips in place.
It's a needed aid because as soon as Fitz's mouth touches her cunt, she's done for. He starts at the top, licking softly against her clit, then dipping lower to lap at her entrance too. Fitz groans as he widens his mouth, needing to get more, taste more of her, give her more pleasure.
She tastes incredible, sticky and wet and fragrant against his tongue, and as he wraps his hands up under and around her thighs to keep her in place, he gazes up at her pretty face. Liv, whose own gaze had been locked on Fitz's actions between Julia's legs, follows his fixed look.
"Oh, honey…open those eyes…"
Julia's eyes snap open, peering directly into Liv's first until her fingers tangle in Julia's hair and force her to turn her head and look down at the man eating her out.
"Look at how he's kissing your pretty, little cunt, Jules…"
She whines, watching him dive back in, sucking her clit between his lips and pulsing little bursts of suction. It's so intense that her hand shoots off the duvet and starts toward his head before she stops herself, mid-air. Liv recognizes her intentions easily.
"It's okay, sweet girl…he likes it…show him what you want…"
And her urging helps Jules feel bolder, reaching her hand down and twisting her fingers into Fitz's curls. The feeling of her nails against his scalp spurs him on, and after just a single more lick down the center of her cunt, Julia can't help but stay present with him, rolling her hips as she guides his head.
"That's it, pretty girl… I bet that feels so good, huh? You like his tongue inside of you?"
Olivia is staring at her so acutely that there's no possibility of not responding.
"Yes…yes ma'am…I—I love it…mmm…"
Liv's lips open on a gasp. "Wow, such a polite girl… How does she taste, Fitz?"
And when he tears away from Julia's cunt, he looks almost annoyed at the thought that she interrupted him. But then, his eyes darken, and instead of responding, he stands up, crawls over Liv's body, and presses his lips against hers, tempting her mouth open and pushing his tongue through her lips.
"Mmm…fuck…" Liv moans deeply against his lips, chasing the taste of another woman's cunt on every corner of his mouth. It's been so long since she's tasted another pussy, and while she wants her turn, she'll settle for tasting their little play thing like this first.
And it surprises him how Julia quickly whines when his tongue is gone, and he decides that he can be nice, sliding his hand down her body and pressing a single finger inside of her. But when he does it, he immediately wishes he had drawn it out a little longer because she cries out, clenching against his finger.
She's warm and wet and so fucking tight that he wishes he would have paid more attention to the subtle shifts along her features when he pushed something inside of her for the first time. The couple's lips smack together, his hips grind into Liv's core, and on the next light thrust of his finger, the sounds that Julia makes break them apart because there's no way she's about to come from one finger inside of her, but her breathy pants and soft moans sound like she's about to come from his single, middle finger.
Fitz pulls it out of her and laughs wickedly at how pitiful she sounds. "Shh…Jules…Here, baby." He reaches up and places said finger against her lips. "You wanna see how sweet you taste?"
Opening, she sucks it into her mouth, this time feeling bolder, swirling her tongue all around, moaning while she sucks and lightly bobs her head for him, breathing through her nose when he presses the finger deeper into her mouth so that she doesn't gag. Then, Fitz doesn't feel like he's teasing her at all, but teasing himself, so he withdraws from her mouth.
"How did you like that, baby? Did you like tasting your cunt?" Fitz murmurs quietly, his wet finger trailing down the center of her stomach to rub circles on the top of her clit.
"I—it was good, but I think I'd rather…" And as soon as she eyes Liv, they realize what she's about to do, turning slightly onto her side and cupping Olivia's jaw. There's no shyness left in the way her mouth moves, enticing Liv's open and brushing their tongues together. She hums and giggles, shocked at how present the taste of herself is on Olivia's mouth. "Yeah…that tastes good…"
"You…are too much," Liv laughs against her lips.
But steadily, she feels herself getting braver and braver, be it laying completely naked under these two partners or how clearly they are all into this, and in the next breath, she's rolling herself on top of Liv, straddling her hips and panting into her mouth.
"I…want…to touch….you…" Jules asserts in between kisses, already pulling at the top of Liv's robe.
The swiftness of her advance takes Olivia by surprise, but it obviously excites Fitz, who stands up and pats Julia's ass before grabbing and kneading both cheeks and delivering a slightly firmer spank. Gauging by her reaction, she loves it, canting her hips down and grinding her core against the top of Liv's panties.
One moment her lips are trailing down Olivia's neck, the next, she's being forced to sit upright with hands on her shoulders.
"Take her robe off," Fitz urges, dropping his grasp to Julia's waist while Liv continues stroking the tops of her thighs.
She doesn't need to be told twice, untying the little belt and prying open the silky fabric so she can see. From being pressed up against her earlier, she had sensed that Liv had already shed her bra but getting confirmation of it is a different story. Her breasts are appealing in an unexpected way—she wouldn't have expected to get this turned on by seeing another woman's tits, let alone those of someone she respected and admired like Olivia.
There's a shift in the air, now that she's not the only one undressed, and when Fitz rounds the corner of the bed, he can see both women perfectly. His left hand settles over Liv's right breast, his right over Julia's left, tweaking and rolling their nipples in each hand. But the girls don't look at him, instead their eyes are locked on each other, silently communicating so much with their gaze alone.
Then, Olivia pushes herself up to sit with Jules, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her secure against her chest. Through kisses, Julia manages to push the robe completely off of Liv's shoulders before roaming her hands along her body. All that remains is Liv's pale pink panties, and she can't do anything to remediate that while she's still sitting in her lap.
Fitz grins lazily while watching them kiss, so clearly infatuated with touching each other that he has to bring his own hand down to rub against his cock to quell his aching arousal. His free hand skims up Liv's back, tracing little patterns and figures against her skin. After the third stroke of his hand, his touch is no longer quelling anything. It's just making him that much more turned on, and he can't help it when he moans somewhat pathetically.
Before she says anything, Liv smirks knowingly, breaking her kiss with Julia and glancing over at him.
"You okay over there, mister?"
Julia follows her gaze, dropping from the aroused expression present on his face to the palm cupping and fondling his cock.
"Oh—" she squeaks, looking back to Olivia bashfully.
"Don't get all shy now, Jules… You've seen a dick before, yeah?" Liv taunts.
Julia splutters for a few moments, opening and closing her mouth, trying to find the right response. "Uh—I…I mean…yeah, it's—"
And when Liv slides her hand back between Julia's thighs, another bout of moisture soaks her hand.
"You want him, don't you? You're acting like a sweet, innocent girl, but you're not…fuck– what do you want, honey?"
"I—I don't know…"
"You don't know, or you don't want to say it?"
"I…I'm not sure if you'll let me…"
"Oh yeah? I'm generous, sweet girl. Tell me what you want…"
"I…"
Her eyes drop back down to where his hand is still blocking his clothed erection, and Julia's tongue darts out, wetting her lips instinctively.
"Oh, is that right? You want him in your mouth?"
When she nods, Liv leans forward and kisses her once more.
"I bet he'd loved that. Right, daddy? You want Jules to suck your cock?"
His eyes close on an exhale, groaning and rumbling his agreement. It happens quickly—Liv helping Julia off of her lap and onto the floor, kneeling beside each other, Julia's hands at the top of his sweatpants, already trying to tug them to the floor.
Liv chuckles at her persistence and pecks her cheek before murmuring, "Just a second, love. Let's get you ready for him first…"
And before she can even ask what she means, Olivia has returned from her little jog across the room with a silk hairband and begins gathering Julia's curls into a low ponytail, brushing them back tenderly and securing them with the tie.
"Oh, that looks so pretty, Jules," he praises, stroking his thumb over her cheek.
"Go ahead, baby…" Liv coos, grabbing Julia's hands again and placing them back at the top of Fitz's pants.
Pulling them down slowly, Julia keeps her eyes trained on Fitz's waiting and watching, knowing that she's inches from his hard cock. Finally, she tugs just a bit harder and his length springs up, freed from the fabric confines and skimming her cheek with its movement.
He's…he's big. Bigger and thicker than she had imagined…not that she has been trying to picture his dick, but there's only so much self-restraint a girl with a high libido can show when propositioned for a threesome. So, she had imagined his dick—what it would feel like inside of her, how much she would have to stretch her lips around him, how far she could take him down her throat.
Before tonight, she had been rather confident in her abilities, but now, seeing him? She'll be happy if she can take half of him.
Watching her study him, Olivia recognizes the fearful expression on Julia's face. And she doesn't want that…she doesn't want her to be scared of not taking all of him, because that's not what tonight is about. Tonight is about having fun and letting go and learning their bodies.
"It's okay, baby…you can take it, I promise."
"I—" Julia's eyes are wide, peering into Olivia's. "I don't think I ca—"
"You can, honey. I'll help you…"
And with that, Liv wraps her hand gingerly around the base of him and strokes slowly, twisting when she nears the tip. She leans in and licks along the entire length of him before puckering and kissing the very end. Then, she holds him steady and glances over at Julia. Wordlessly, the younger girl leans in, opening and sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.
"That's right, Jules. Good job…" Liv praises, petting the back of her head lovingly.
It encourages her to keep going, fluttering her eyes to look up at his face while cupping her tongue around him and flicking the underside. Fitz strokes his thumb over her cheek again and tests a few shallow thrusts. She looks phenomenal on her knees like this—lips stretched around his cock, eyebrows raised at the precise movement of his hips, tongue peeking out just barely beneath her bottom lip.
"Good fucking girl…"
"Oh, you're being so good for him…breathe, baby…yeah, relax just like that."
Fitz must have the control of a saint because as he starts rocking a little deeper in her mouth, Liv leans in closer, kissing along his hips, along the angular muscles of his lower abdomen, until she settles inches from Julia's face. She grips her little ponytail and pulls her back, letting his cock pop out of her mouth before drawing her into a kiss so forceful that their teeth almost clink together. Liv jerks his cock in her left hand while her lips move with Julia's, letting him watch.
He doesn't think he would ever get tired of watching this—and when Julia's petite hand slides over Liv's thigh, dips into her panties, and begins rubbing noticeable circles against Liv's clit, he nearly comes at the sight. Then, their lips separate, and it's Olivia's turn to play with him.
Her mouth glides along his length, and she moans when he immediately begins thrusting to the back of her throat. Julia inhales sharply at the sight, impressed because she now knows what it's like having that cock in her mouth. Liv moves over him skillfully, swallowing when he presses deep, wrapping her hand around the rest of him.
She's so good at it that Jules is mesmerized, and in her trance, she stoops forward to join her. It must have surprised Fitz—Julia's tongue licking around the base of him, lapping at his balls—because his hips fly forward. The press into her throat is so profound and shocking that Liv isn't ready for it, gagging around him and retreating back to rest against her heels.
"You—" Julia follows Liv, resting back with her. "–are too good at that…I—"
"Awh, you can do it, too, baby… it just takes practice. Here, take him in your mouth again… there… Good girl… Now, breathe, relax your throat every time I push you down, okay?"
Julia nods, steeling herself as Liv's fingers glide up the back of her neck, indeed starting to push her incrementally down onto his cock. A few inches disappear into her mouth and with Liv's help she takes one more inch than before, holds there and tries to relax even more, but when he attempts to fuck into her mouth like before, he hits the back of her throat, and she bails with a cough.
"Oh, you did so good that time," Olivia commends. "Try sticking your tongue out a little more this time. It'll help relax that area and get him a little deeper…"
And for the first time this evening, Olivia sees part of herself in Julia—the determined expression, the way she shifts forward again on her knees, breathing deeply, ready to try again, knowing she wants to get it right. Liv settles on a quicker pace this time, pushing Jules's head down, sending his cock to hit her uvula much quicker, but she does what she was told, sticks her tongue out and breathes.
And miraculously, she doesn't gag. He's not necessarily in her throat but he's further than he was before, and he hums appreciatively and tangles his fingers with Olivia's at the back of Julia's head.
"You gonna fuck her throat now, Fitz?" Liv tempts, bringing her free hand up to massage his balls like he likes, resting in the web between her thumb and index finger and kneading gently.
Fitz groans and without saying so out loud, starts to thrust into Julia's mouth. It starts slowly, but after only a few strokes, he already begins picking up the pace.
"That's fucking good baby… take it just like that…"
Liv rises up on her knees to get a better look at Julia, assessing what she needs and how to help, and when she does, she notices the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Oh sweet girl… you're doing it… you're making him feel so good… shhh… that's okay, let those tears out if you need to…"
Surveying her watery eyes, something pulls at Fitz's heart and all of the sudden, he has to slow his hips down because he needs to take care of her…he needs to not push her beyond what she can take, and he doesn't yet know her limits like he intimately knows Olivia's. But, as soon as he stills, he feels two hands—not the hands on her head and his balls—clutching his ass and continuing his movements.
"Yeah?" He murmurs, rocking into her mouth again. "You want me to fuck your face?"
"Uh…uh-huh—" She garbles around his length, and she's so fucking cute, trying to bob her own head like she can actually do it herself.
But in all reality, she can't. Instead, he leads the way, fucking deeper with each stroke. Now, her eyes are watering uncontrollably with the restraint of keeping herself from choking on him, and her mascara that she had tried so valiantly to keep looking nice begins running down her cheeks in thin, black streams.
"Oh, baby…" Liv says sweetly in her ear. "Look at you getting all messy for him…"
When they both look up at Fitz, he groans and nods, smiling down at how her makeup drips down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, baby. Here…" And with two gentle thumbs on either side of her face, he swipes the rogue mascara from under her eyes before giving her one more gentle thrust with his hands caressing her head so tenderly.
"Pretty girl…" Liv sighs reverently, encouraging Julia back again to give her a break. Liv dives in, taking him back into her mouth, letting him speed up to the pace that he normally loves, hitting that spot in the back of her tongue that is so tight and wet that it almost feels like fucking her pussy.
This time, Julia finds her confidence, admiring Olivia, running her hands up her bare back, and finally gathering her hair up into a single fist.
"My god, Jules…yes… help her just like that…" Fitz utters hoarsely, gazing upon the sight of Julia pushing Liv's head down faster and further than before. And while she's used to his cock in her throat, she's not used to this—she's not used to Julia's pace, Julia's hands, Julia's voice in her ear encouraging her.
"You can do it, mama… show me how to take him… I wanna learn to get him in my throat like that…"
The combination of Liv's mouth and Julia's growing self-confidence is lethal, and with one gruff "stop", both girls lean back from him and wait patiently for his next command.
"C'mere, you…" He huffs, hauling Julia up to stand and bringing his mouth to hers while he walks her back to the bed. Olivia smiles and follows suit, crawling back to the position that they started in and holding Julia's hands while she gets comfortable on her back. "What do you want, Jules?"
Fitz's gaze is dark and feral, jerking himself through the trail of their spit with one hand while he skims his fingers of his other along the smooth skin of her upper thigh, appreciating how she's already spread and ready for him. Expecting for her to need some more encouragement like before, he opens his mouth to ask her again, but before words come out, she's already responding.
"I want you to fuck my pussy, please…daddy…"
"Oh that's really good. You gonna help her, Livvie?"
Liv flashes him a smirk, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth and nodding. Then, she leans over and offers Julia two fingers of her right hand, pushing them between her lips and letting her wet them with her tongue. Once they are wet enough, Liv brings them down to her core and begins rubbing soft, teasing circles on her clit.
Closing the distance between himself and the bed, he groans, stroking himself in time with the movement of Liv's hand, worshiping how her slender fingers look sliding through Julia's wetness. He feels entirely too close already, and as he steps the final length between them, the head of his cock just barely brushes through her folds, and Julia keens.
Then, in the midst of her belly clenching and back arching, she starts begging for it. "Please…please daddy…"
"Yeah, baby? You want this?" He accentuates his words with little smacks of his cock, allowing his heavy length to fall against her wet little cunt, the sound loud and obscene.
And she doesn't have to say "yes" twice before he glides himself down, lines up with her entrance, and begins pushing into her, so slowly to give her time to adjust. But even so, he's not ready. He's not ready for the way she gasps, the way her chest flails, the way she clutches Liv's arm, the way she's so fucking tight around him that he has to take a second to adjust.
Then, she's panting, whimpering that she can't do it, that he's too big, that he's stretching her out. In the next breath, Olivia starts to rub those soothing circles on her clit again and whispers affectionately in her ear.
"You can do it, honey… I know, I know… Breathe, baby… You're doing so well…"
Her eyes are wide, brows slightly furrowed as she looks up at Liv for reassurance. "Is he…?"
"About halfway… Look at how he's stretching your pussy… Why don't we take a break?" She suggests.
But Jules isn't having it. "Nonono…just… I can take more…"
"Awh…sweet girl, wanting all of it, huh?" Fitz groans, pushing forward another inch.
And a few more agonizingly slow minutes of this, and he's finally inside of her. She's huffing and breathing deeply, but when she shifts her hips into the pressure, she finally sighs, the dull pain leaving and being replaced with beautiful pleasure.
Maybe she's a bit too confident, though, wrapping her legs around Fitz's hips and encouraging him to fall over her, planting his palms on the bed on either side of her head. Then, he starts to roll his hips, gently thrusting into her, trying to be soft because he knows she's probably not been taken this deep before. But she's such a good girl, moaning and whimpering and alternating kissing him and Liv.
It feels incredible to be with her like this, and when she obviously relaxes onto his cock, Liv can't help but remove her hand from Julia's clit to rub herself. If she could say so herself, she's been remarkably agreeable and remarkably patient tonight, and thus, remarkably ready for her turn to come.
Fitz rocks and presses deep into Julia but when he hears the all too familiar sigh from Olivia, he glances over to find her hands pulling her own panties down and off, tossing them off the end of the bed and opening her thighs. She's so turned on that she skips teasing her clit first, favoring instead to push two thin fingers into herself.
"Oh fuck, Livvie… You like watching her get it, don't you? Filthy fucking girl, fucking your own fingers instead of asking for what you want." He pushes back up to stand at the end of the bed again and reads the pleasure, the agreement shining in Julia's eyes.
Then, he's pulled out of her, flipped her over onto her tummy, and pushed back into her from behind in a single breath. Olivia doesn't need any more direction, scooting over in the bed and stretching out amongst the pillows. Her thighs open on either side of Julia, knees bending as she pushes up onto her elbows to get a good look at her precious angel grinning like a Cheshire cat while she studies Olivia's soaked cunt so close to her face.
Simultaneously as Fitz starts at a merciful pace, Liv caresses the back of Julia's head, holding her ponytail and silently asking for permission before guiding her to her cunt. Jules has never… She's never even seen another woman's vagina like this, let alone tasted it, but as she laps little kitten licks through her folds, she finds that she loves it.
It makes her feel oddly powerful, in control, and wildly sexy, getting to reign over someone else's pleasure like this. She laps because Liv tastes incredible, and she doesn't have enough brain power to think about doing anything else, with Fitz leisurely fucking into her and gripping her hips so tightly. Liv obviously seems to be enjoying what she's doing, but it's not until she uses her own grip on Julia's ponytail to steer her in the right direction that Jules realizes all the other things she can do in this position.
She starts to think about all the things that Fitz did to her when she was on her back like this, guessing that after all of these years that they have been together, he's really good at the things that Olivia enjoys for him to do to her. So, she tries all the different techniques, drawing little figures with her tongue on her clit, using her thumb to pull back the hood of her clit and expose more of her, sucking there in little soft pulses.
When Liv starts to sigh and murmur and tremble, she knows she's found a good rhythm, and it encourages Fitz even more.
"Unghhh—" Jules moans, leaping forward from a particularly hard thrust, nose bumping against Liv's clit.
And in the next two thrusts, all of the sudden, she's getting closer and closer. Whether they can tell or not, she's not sure, because all she can tell is that he's not stopping, and she's not going to be able to control it. But when she rests her head against Liv's inner thigh, Olivia can see just how gone she is.
"Awh, are you gonna come for us, baby girl? That's okay… you can do it, Jules… Go ahead… Come on his cock…"
And it's the encouragement that Fitz needs to keep doing exactly what he's doing; it's exactly what Julia needs so that she can let go.
It's been years since either of them have watched another woman come, and it takes their breath away. The way her mouth opens on a silent scream. The way her fists grip around Olivia's thighs. The way her muscles squeeze and ripple around him. The way Fitz can see the rush of wetness soak his cock.
"Good fucking girl…" He praises, kneading her ass in circles, pulling out and spreading her to see every inch of her. Then, he does something she doesn't expect, ducking down and licking her in one fell swoop from her clit, over her fucked out pussy, and over her tight, little asshole, stopping at the dimples at the base of her spine and pecking tenderly there.
There's no stopping himself, and even though Julia has started to go back to work, pushing a finger inside of Olivia, he tugs her backward and up to stand with him. He spins her around and kisses her again, pushing his tongue soaked with her juices into her mouth and mumbling against her lips.
"Every fucking inch of your body is delicious…"
When Liv joins them and he begins running his hands all along her heated skin, he can feel just how pent up she is. And he's honestly amazed with her, being so kind and accommodating. But then again, he's never seen this side of her…the side of her that likes to fuck women. When he says he loves every part of her, there's no denying it—he loves her.
So, he kisses her and tells her so before tossing her onto the bed and thrusting into her swiftly. It's the first second tonight that they haven't been intimately concerned with Julia's pleasure, and she finds that she kind of likes it…she likes watching their passion, how he fucks into her without hesitation, how their bodies move languidly together, how he gathers her legs up into the crooks of his elbows, bringing them impossibly close to her shoulders while tenderly cradling her jaw with both hands.
He fucks her for a few minutes as Julia just watches, pinching her nipples and admiring the sight in front of her. Then, considering how they may like her taking initiative, she crawls back up onto the bed and takes the place that Liv had taken beside her. She reclines, stretches out onto her back, and starts to finger herself leisurely in time with Fitz's rolling hips.
"God, you're taking him so deep, mama…"
The sound of her voice brings them back to the moment, and it makes Fitz laugh wickedly, seeing how much more confident in herself she's become. Liv just whimpers and turns her head for another kiss from Julia.
"Good job, baby… Jules, c'mere…" Fitz beckons, slipping off the bed, tugging Liv by the thighs to the edge, and standing to give Julia room while he gingerly takes her hands. "Come sit on her face for me…"
Liv moans, tipping her head up and nodding rapidly. And though she's had another man go down on her before, Julia's never sat on anyone's face before—the look she gives Fitz makes her insecurity known. And fuck does that make him want to destroy her—so innocent, so virginal.
Liv notices the same expression and offers her own bit of motivation. "It's okay, love… Come take a seat, pretty girl. Why don't you hold onto the headboard? Yeah, like that… You can hold yourself up…perfect…mmm…"
And she gets the idea pretty quickly, loving how Fitz strokes a hand along her spine while she timidly starts rolling her hips, Liv's tongue skimming through her folds, back and forth teasingly. Olivia grips her ass firmly to help her fuck back on her tongue, and Jules settles into the movement easily.
But when he starts fucking into Liv faster and rougher, Julia feels like she's missing out on something and peers behind her to lock eyes with Fitz. He smiles at her and when Liv gives her ass a little pat and mutters, "Turn around, baby girl…", Julia scrambles to rotate her body, now facing Fitz head on.
Liv locks her arms around Julia's thighs to eat her cunt again, and now that he can see the bliss on Julia's face, he has to scoop her up and kiss her, supporting the back of her head in his hands so that she can find purchase clinging to his forearms. Their tongues dance in sync with how his cock is fucking Olivia, and the cacophony of lewd noises drive them all crazy.
Fitz moves one hand from Julia's jaw to her neck, grasping just firmly enough to control her head, fingers pressing lightly into the tendons at either side as he starts groaning and swearing and teasing against her lips.
"Fuck— filthy little girl, riding my pretty girl's face… You gonna make her messy, huh? Come all over her tongue?"
Whimpering, she starts moving her hips faster and though Liv doesn't have a ton of room to move, out of nowhere, she reaches her right hand up to the upper corner of the bed. Jules is, however, too focused on Fitz and the way his hands make her insides turn to mush that when Liv's hand returns, she doesn't immediately recognize the weight of something else in her grasp.
It's not until she hears a dull buzz resonate through her bones that she realizes what's happening. And then Liv is lowering the small, black bullet vibrator against Julia's clit while her tongue keeps the pace fucking into her, and it's too much. Jules flails forward into Fitz's arms, and thankfully, he catches her and holds her up as her hips jump and skip, and she comes violently against Liv's chin.
Because Fitz knows how Liv likes it, he peers down and sees her continuing to hold the vibrator against Julia as she shakes and squeaks and thrashes about from overstimulation.
"I—I can't…I can't do it…" Julia whines.
"You can, sweet girl. Just a little more…" Liv encourages, sliding the toy forward and backward to make her nearly collapse from pleasure. Then, Fitz senses that she really has had enough, unable to stand seeing her brows furrow and lips become pouty. He tuts at Olivia, knocking her hand away from Jules quickly.
"Quit it, Liv, she's—shhh… There you go, baby…You're okay… I know, that was a lot… You did so fucking good for us…" Fitz soothes, stroking the strands of curls that have escaped from her ponytail back away from her face. His line of vision peruses her body, from her tender neck where his hand is still holding her, to her adorable, perky tits that bounce with every aftershock that ripples through her body.
And precisely when her hips jump again, and he sees Julia's and Liv's breasts jounce with the movement, he's too close, unable to hold himself back anymore.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck… I—"
Liv recognizes the shift in his voice, helping Julia to scooch off her face and rest above her head. But Fitz's fiery gaze doesn't let Julia go far, staring at her intensely before encouraging her again…
"C'mere… Rub her clit, baby… I want you to make my good girl cum… Yeah, fuck, like that…"
And as she bends forward, her fingers coast down Olivia's flat stomach before settling at the top of her mound and beginning to rub firm circles, little back and forth motions that send Liv arching off the bed. It's evident that Liv likes her fingers and the pressure between Julia's hand and Fitz's cock is surely enough to get her off, but Julia isn't finished.
She fishes around the duvet for a moment before her eyes find the black, silicon toy. Turning it on, she replaces her hand, and Fitz groans in pleasure, feeling the vibrations ricochet through Liv's cunt and subsequently through his dick.
"Fucking…fuck— are you gonna—?" And it's not clear who Julia is asking because both of them seem close, fucking each other wantonly, muscles taut and quaking. But it doesn't matter because it doesn't take long before both of them are coming.
Fitz's hips shutter and pulse, surging into Liv as he comes inside of her, while Liv's abdomen clenches, little shivers trembling through her thighs and down to her toes as she comes around him. Julia watches, engrossed at the picture in front of her—Liv's cunt stretched wide, his cock messy with all three of them…
And truthfully, she's not sure where she gets the enthusiasm, but in the next breath, she leans her body fully over Olivia's… down, down… until her cheek can rest on Liv's pelvis. Fitz exhales a shaky breath, completely mystified at the sight as Julia's tongue peeks out, flicking along Liv's clit and the top of his cock.
"Look at me," he commands, and the harshness of his voice makes her obey immediately, tongue still hanging below her bottom lip. Realizing this, she moves to shut her mouth, but when she does, he admonishes her. "Uh-uh… Open."
It's instinct to follow his orders, and when she does, he rewards her, brushing his thumb along her tongue while he whispers little praises like, "good, sweet girl…" and "messy baby…"
When his thumb leaves her mouth, he motions for her to keep going, licking both of them as best as she can while he's still inside of Olivia, but eventually, there's just not enough room, so he pulls out and steps back from the bed to watch his cum trickle out, like he so enjoys. Julia clearly isn't sure what he's waiting for, so her fingers glide from Liv's clit down to her entrance.
The sound she makes when she feels the wetness on her fingers should be illegal—so throaty and deep and sinful. Hearing it too, Liv encourages Julia's hip off of her shoulder so that she can rise up on her elbows to watch. They have truly sullied any shred of innocence that she has left because when Julia moves her fingers away and another runnel of cum leaks out of Olivia, she moans, and it gives Fitz a terribly depraved idea.
"Go ahead, Jules… I know what you want…" He encourages, and she smiles eagerly up at him.
"I can—?"
And when he nods, she dips her head back between Olivia's legs, sweeping her tongue through the soaked folds, gathering every bit of their coupling that she can. Liv moans approvingly at how delicate and sweet her tongue feels, and it makes Fitz feral seeing this darling girl with his cum on her tongue.
He can't stop himself, drawing her up against his chest with his hands around her neck. He kisses her before she even has time to think about swallowing, pushing his tongue into her mouth and moaning at the present taste he finds. Then, she can tell that he maneuvers the fluid back on her tongue before separating from her and motioning down to Olivia.
"Show her how good we taste…"
Liv opens willingly, strokes her tongue against Julia's, and swallows what she finds there. It feels like breathing, like coming back into their own bodies, like how could they have been without her for this long? They are all exhausted, physically, emotionally, sexually, because how could they not be when their bodies have been on edge for so long.
Julia is the first to fall, sinking into the bed next to Olivia, humming into a few kisses before her eyes start to feel heavy. Fitz insists that they need to clean up before they can sleep, so after a few grumbles and passes of the warm cloth he retrieves, he turns off the light and climbs under the covers.
He tugs Julia on top of him, kissing her and murmuring lingering praises against her lips— "you were such a good girl"... "the most amazing little thing"... "fuck, you're so gorgeous" —until she can't hold herself up anymore and collapses onto his chest sleepily.
"I don't think… I can make it home right now…" She mumbles against his neck, and it makes the other two chuckle. Liv slides against Fitz's left side, tangling her left leg with his, skimming a soft hand down Julia's back.
"Honey, we wouldn't want you to leave right now anyway…" Liv replies with a yawn.
And it's all the comfort she needs to drift off in soft sighs, still clinging to Fitz's chest. A soft kiss to her forehead and then another one to her shoulder, and soft whispered "happy birthday, sweet girl", and they are asleep.
AN: WHEW! okay let me know what you think/ if you're ready for pt 3 ;)