The room is dark, the bed is warm, and those are really the only two sensations that Julia clocks when she blinks her eyes open sleepily. Well, that and the achy, slippery tingling between her thighs. It's subconscious really, because when her eyes open, and it's so dark, it takes her a second to piece together where she is, whose bodies she's sandwiched between.
When her brain is awake enough to register more of her surroundings, she notices the velvety smooth skin under her hand, the smell of jasmine and amberwood and her. She feels the tickle of hair against her shoulders and realizes that it's silky and pressed and very much not her own. Then, she takes note of the rest of her body—the strong arm wrapped around her waist, the firm chest against her back, the definite hardness pressing against her ass.
It's still incredibly dark outside, but she can't see a clock from where she's somewhat trapped between them, but even if she could, it doesn't matter. Nothing matters when all she can think about is how these two people in this bed fucked her brains out some indefinite number of hours ago. Before, sure, she had crushes on them, as anyone with a pair of eyes and logical brain would have, but now? Now, she's not really sure how she's going to even look at them, let alone speak to them.
They've seen her naked, spread apart. They've touched her, tasted her, fucked her.
There's no coming back from that, and while maybe it should bring some pause, all she can think about is how happy she feels. How she wants nothing more than to go for a second round with them. And then maybe a third and fourth after that.
But at the same time, she does want to talk to them too. She wants to hear more about why they wanted to do this in the first place, what it will mean for her weekly job, what it means for them going forward. Because honestly, this could be a one-time thing, and she would have to be okay with that, but waking up in their bed, feeling the heat from their skin, and the way she feels so safe… It hurts to think about never doing this again.
So, she chooses not to think about it, and instead enjoys the expanse of naked skin she can touch in front of her. Liv is sleeping on her back, and she looks so gorgeous when she sleeps that there's a twinge of something—desire, jealousy, lust? —that shoots up her belly. She wiggles her hips back against Fitz's pelvis, the wetness at her core intensifying when he reflexively tightens his grip around her, and his cock slides along her lower back, so thick and hot.
Then, Olivia looks just far too tempting, and Jules can't help herself, leaning forward slightly to kiss along her collarbone, down her sternum, peppering kisses across every inch of skin she can reach. She's not able to move too far with the way Fitz is holding her, but even with her lips on Olivia's skin for a few seconds, she realizes that Liv must be a light sleeper.
Her eyes are still closed, but she starts to rouse slowly, stretching her legs, smiling softly, turning over on her right hip to face Julia fully. When she blinks her eyes open, her gaze meets Julia's immediately, and Julia can tell that she's not having to piece the puzzle together as she had earlier. Olivia knows exactly who is in her bed, knows exactly what they did some few hours ago, and knows exactly what she wants next.
"Hi…" Liv whispers, caressing Julia's neck tenderly and forcing her to look squarely into her eyes.
"Hi," Jules smiles back, bumping their noses together and humming at the feeling of Olivia's fingernails grazing along her jaw.
"Are you okay?"
She nods, keeping her voice low so as to not wake Fitz up. "Mm-hmm."
"Then, why are you awake, baby?"
Liv's fingertips brush softly over her lips, tracing the ridge of her cupid's bow. Her touch is so tender that it's driving Julia insane.
"I…I don't know… I think I felt…" And when she shifts and wiggles her hips again, Liv understands what she's implying.
"Awh, is he hard?"
Jules nods again, smirking up at Olivia as she leans in to kiss her. And Liv must sense something in the way she pants against her own lips because in the next breath, her hand leaves Julia's face and cups her bare core, sliding between her closed legs and moaning.
"Baby…why didn't you say so? It's okay to be horny again…"
And as quietly and gracefully as she can, Julia plants her right foot on the bed, opening her thighs as wide as she can while still laying on her side. Liv murmurs her appreciation before rubbing two fingers atop her clit then sliding them through her folds and pressing inside. She's wet enough that they slip in easily and as Olivia crooks her fingers, curling them toward her front wall, Julia moans brokenly.
"Shhh…sweet girl…"
They haven't discussed what they are going to do in the middle of the night, but from their silent exchange, it's clear that they are on the same page. So, Julia rocks herself onto Liv's fingers, appreciating the way that Olivia is staring at her—cocky smile, brows quirked in a taunting expression. She wants Julia to know just how desperate she is, how filthy she is fucking Liv's hand like this.
But when the heel of her hand lowers against Julia's clit, it's too much, and she can't believe she feels like she's going to come on Liv's fingers like this. Before she can though, Olivia pulls out, offering her hand to Julia to clean, sucking each digit dutifully into her mouth and enjoying how her fingernails scratch along her tongue.
"Olivia?" Her voice is soft, questioning, waiting for approval, talking around the fingers in her mouth.
"Hmm?"
"Do we need to wake Fitz up?"
Grinning, Liv uses her free hand to tease Julia's nipples, loving how her body seems to ignite from her touch. "Why, baby?"
"Well…" She looks down meaningfully, how she's writhing back against his dick.
"Ooh…" Liv chuckles at Julia's persistence before leaning over to peck her lips lightly. "You can wake him up, baby girl…"
But when she goes to turn over in his arms, she gets another idea…a better idea. He's still asleep but now has shifted onto his back, his arm that was previously wrapped around her midsection is now flopped onto the sheets, so she has plenty of room. And with one more look to Olivia, she leans in closely to her ear.
"Can I…?"
"'Can you' what, baby?"
"Um—can I use my mouth?"
"Mmm," Liv groans quietly. "Of course you can, honey. You want my help?"
It surprises Olivia when she watches Jules shake her head, kiss her lips once more, and then whisper softly, "I wanna see if I can try first…if that's okay."
"Oh, you're such a good girl…"
And then as carefully as she can, Jules crawls over Fitz's body and settles between his legs. She wants it to be good, she wants to be good, and the combined images of yesterday—of how Liv stroked and licked and took him into her mouth—bounce around in her head as she levels with his cock.
Her tongue peeks out first, licking a broad stripe up the underside of him before lapping at the head. She swirls her tongue around in a single circle before letting her hand come into play, jerking lightly so she can suck his tip into her mouth. The salty taste of him is exactly what she remembers from last night and the weight of him against her tongue is…
Fuck.
Her hand starts a twisting rhythm as she strokes him and sucks him, and she has to bring her free hand down to her cunt because she's already so turned on by the feeling of him in her mouth. That is until he starts moaning, moving his hips subconsciously, and with every pass of her hand, he becomes a bit more lucid. Eventually, she feels a hand come up to caress the back of her head, his fingers tangling through the messy curls that have escaped the confines of the satin hair tie that Olivia had given her the first time she did this.
With his hand in her hair, she feels emboldened to do more. She feels empowered to bob her head in his lap, taking a little more in her mouth every time. But after a particularly deep thrust that she hadn't prepared for, she gags a little, coughs, and decides to suck at the head of his cock again. It makes Fitz groan, so gravely, voice tinged with sleep still.
"Fuuck…mmm…"
Jules loves to hear him like this. She's obviously had little experience doing so, but one time is enough to know that she would never be able to get enough of it. It makes her want to do more, try new things, push herself to pleasure him as well as she can. So, she lets him press into her throat again—he's not really guiding her actions because his eyes are still closed, just holding her head enough to remind her that he is.
"Mmm…that's—"
His hips buck up into her mouth involuntarily, and she stays calm, waits…waits…pushes herself down a little more until he's the deepest he's been in her throat that it almost scares her, and she pulls back quickly, coughing again. She needs a little break, but when she hears him panting and groaning, she takes him firmly in her hand and strokes quickly before dipping her head down and sucking down the base of him to his balls.
It's not something that she's had experience in…the partners—well, partner—that she had been with before didn't ask for it or want it, and if they did, she was none the wiser. Except, Fitz? She can tell instantly that he likes it, sucking one side and then the other into her mouth, lapping with her tongue, massaging with the hand sticky from her own arousal—she's kind enough to take a break from pleasuring herself to pleasure him.
He's moaning again, hips shifting restlessly while she moves over him, fist gripping her hair tightly. Fitz sighs, groans, and then starts mumbling deep in his chest.
"Fuu—mmm… Liv…"
Her eyes dart up to Olivia, who's just lounging to the side of them on the bed, enjoying the view. There's a second of hesitancy, when Julia doesn't know if it's okay that Fitz just moaned his fiancée's name and not the woman who has his dick in her mouth. But Liv just smiles deviously and crowds up against his side to get in his ear.
As soon as she starts to whisper to him, Jules can tell he's becoming more and more lucid, and finally, his eyes are open, and he's peering down at the gorgeous girl between his legs, her lips wrapped around him again.
"Oh, fuck…" His voice is still raspy, croaking and rumbling in his throat. Sweeping his hand through her hair, he awakens the rest of his body, fisting her curls and pulling her off of him briefly. "Good morning, my sweet girl…wow…"
Smirking at him, she tries her best to show him how much she loves this. He must appreciate her effort because he sighs and guides her back down onto himself. And as Julia sucks him back in, Liv cradles his head and reels him into a soft, open-mouthed kiss. As their tongues brush together, she murmurs into his mouth. "Would you believe it if I said that this was all her idea?"
Fitz sucks in a breath rapidly, tipping his head back against the pillow and bucking his hips up into the warm pressure of Julia's mouth. "Really? Good fucking girl, huh?"
"So good," Liv adds before an idea of her own pops into her head, and she starts crawling down the bed to join Jules.
At the same time, Jules closes her eyes and tries her hardest to push herself further, swallowing when he hits the back of her throat, and it makes Fitz groan, staying as still as possible while he feels the little pulses between her tongue and palate. Then, he looks down at her, and while it is dark, he can still see her enough to need this.
"Open those eyes," he rasps, his gaze fixed on Jules but appreciating Olivia lying on her belly next to her at the same time.
Jules opens her eyes and takes one more second before she pulls back on a huge inhalation. She's catching her breath, mouth agape, so wide that she can't help the spit that trails down her tongue and onto his cock.
"Fuck… Good girl, getting him so wet…" Liv praises, grabbing Jules and kissing her firmly, letting their lips mingle. Then, she's just ready to have him, batting away Julia's hand and replacing it with her own and starting teasing jerks through the wet mess of saliva she left behind.
Julia has been so good this morning—or is it night? —that Olivia doesn't want to be outdone. Opening her mouth, Liv sticks out her tongue, makes piercing eye contact with Fitz, and smacks the tip of his cock against the middle of her tongue. It lands thickly, the squelchy sound ringing under the thin sheet, as she taps him a few more times.
"C'mon, Livvie…put me in your mouth…" Fitz utters hoarsely.
She doesn't…just continues to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock until he's panting and leaking precum into her mouth.
"Olivia…" He warns, combing the fingers of his left hand through her hair until his grip is as tight in Liv's hair as his right is in Julia's. "Put me…in your fucking mouth…"
When she doesn't after the second time he asks, Jules gasps, looking questioningly at Olivia who's simply grinning and wiggling her hips.
Fitz isn't having it, and even though it's ungodly early, his muscles are tight with arousal, and in one sharp pull, he tugs her into his groin. Her mouth is closed so he doesn't go in her mouth, but rather slides along her cheek until she's level with his balls and has no other open but to lap and suck there.
From watching from the side, Julia is fascinated by this power dynamic—the way Fitz is obviously in control but lets Olivia have her fun as well. She finds herself wondering where she sits in it—the way Olivia taunted and teased her last night gives her a slight idea, though. But then, she kicks herself for even thinking about it because she's not in this relationship. It doesn't matter where she sits in their dynamic because she, point blank, is not a part of it.
She tries to push it from her mind as she sees something flicker away in Liv's eyes. It's like a switch is flipped and all of the sudden, her eyes are softer, sweeter, more malleable, and she takes his cock fully into her mouth in one fast stroke.
Fitz is not hesitant in the slightest with Olivia. It's so different than he is with Julia because she knows inherently that there's already a major shift in balance between the two of them. The dichotomy between their age, their status, their…everything…ensures that he has to be more careful with Jules than he does with Liv. So as much as she wishes he would grab her hair and pinch her tits like he's doing with Olivia, she knows that he has to be gentler with her. He won't let himself be this rough with her.
When he finally gives Liv a break from fucking her face, she rests her head against his thigh, spent, catching her breath through raspy, little inhales. She looks about as sexually exhausted as Julia feels, which is saying something.
"Come here…" His voice is as dark as the room and commanding as hell that they aren't sure who he is referring to—Jules or Liv.
So instead of asking for clarification, both girls climb up his body and rest on either side of his chest. His lips find Olivia's first—maybe because it's instinct, maybe because after his cock has been in her throat, he's helpless against the tender press of her mouth. But Julia is never far away, and when Fitz finally registers her soft, bouncy curls against his shoulder, he's helpless all over again.
"Pretty baby…" He coos, tangling his fingers through her hair and angling her head so that he can capture her lips with his own, taking her breath away in a matter of three short kisses.
Julia is soft, pliable against his touch, like she could fall asleep at any moment, but at the same time, that's the last thing she wants. What she wants is for their hands to be all over her again. What she wants is to be treated like their little play thing. What she wants is for them to hold her and fuck her and whisper sweet, filthy nothings into her ear.
Fitz nips at her bottom lip, and she feels a smooth, petite hand against her ass—obviously Olivia's—kneading and squeezing along with the quiet sounds of their lips moving together. Then, she feels another—a rougher, larger—palm against her other cheek and fucking hell if that isn't turning her on. With a soft tug, she's repositioned straddling Fitz's right thigh, her bare and soaked cunt colliding with the solid muscle of his upper quadricep, and their grip on her ass helps her settle into a gentle grind.
"You're so fucking wet, Jules," Liv murmurs into her shoulder, pecking along down her arm sweetly. "I can hear how slippery his leg is getting…"
Julia tilts her head away from Fitz on a moan, working her hips faster, making the sound louder and more prominent. Her clit is throbbing, and it feels like she might catch on fire if she doesn't roll her hips faster, harder, anything.
Fitz waits no time, ducking beneath her upturned chin to suck kisses along her jawline and down her neck before he huffs out a question. "What do you want, sweet girl?"
"Ooh…fuck…I—" She sighs and whimpers and mutters little breathy and completely nonsensical words.
"C'mon Julia…" He punctuates his words with a slap to her ass, grabbing and squeezing immediately after to make her gasp turn to a deep moan. "Tell daddy what you want."
"I don't—I want… I want your…"
"You want what, baby girl?"
"You know what I want…"
"Do I? Livvie, do you know what she wants?"
When he looks over at Liv, she smiles softly and leans in to peck Fitz's lips, grinning dubiously at him. "Hmm… I have no clue, my love…"
Julia groans, working her hips harder, chasing the orgasm that she so desperately wants. It's obvious that she's trying to get herself there with or without his help, and he's not having one bit of that. So instead of being nice, his hand leaves her ass, his free hand around Liv untangles and finds its way to her other hip, and he uses his tight grip around her waist to tug her upwards, so she has no other option but to grab onto his chest and sob at the loss to her cunt as he hold her aloft, hovering over his body.
"If you can't use your fucking words, you will not be coming."
The way Jules whines like an impatient little whore makes Fitz see stars, almost to the point where he doesn't care that she's not doing what he asked. He just wants to be inside of her, no matter the consequences. But at the same time, he knows that the reward for her, for making her be bold and brave will be far better, so he doesn't give into her, despite how her hips are grinding restlessly in the air and how loud she's whining.
"You wanna try again?"
It's Liv in her ear this time, beckoning her to try again, encouraging her to use her words just as they did the night before. She's gotten so courageous in some ways, but at the core, she's still hesitant. She still wants to please them and not fuck it up by being greedy and needy.
Jules nods because she does want to please them. "I'm—'m sorry… please, fucking please… I want your…your cock…"
Fitz's eyes brighten at the sound of her voice, and he lowers her back down to his thigh in response. "Fucking good girl… Thank you for telling me what you want… You want me to put you on your back?"
His thumb is now brushing against her lips, and if it was hard to think before, it's damn near impossible to do so now. But she shakes her head.
"No?" He asks.
"Can I—" Jules pauses, glances at Olivia and then back at Fitz. "Can I…um…ride you?"
"Fuck baby…" Fitz groans, his fingers roughly intertwining in her curls to pull her into a kiss, tongue filled and filthy. "C'mere."
He helps her climb over his lap, straddling his hips completely this time, balancing with her hands against his chest to keep herself from falling over. Then, she feels Olivia's hand running up and down the length of her spine, sweeping her hair off of her shoulders before sliding in to kiss her cheek sweetly.
"Sit on it, sweet girl…yeees, fuck…"
She doesn't have to be told twice or talked into it or anything because as soon as Jules reaches behind herself, strokes his thick cock a few times, and lines him up with her entrance, she sits back, taking him slowly but steadily into her soaked cunt. For how difficult it was for her to take him the first time, she's a little proud of herself now, steadily taking in the first half of him before pausing and breathing a bit. Liv strokes her back some more, tells her how good she's being, and from what it feels like, cups and kneads Fitz's balls behind Julia.
It feels other worldly and filthy and like she's on some kind of drug that she's instantly addicted to. When her hips settle onto his pelvis, she arches her back a little so that he will settle on a good angle, and it nearly sends her over the edge, feeling how completely he fills her. Then, she looks back into his eyes, and everything that she was worried about before—what comes next, what does this mean, what is she doing—none of it matters because he's looking at her like he's at her mercy, and he's entirely okay with it.
"Go on, Jules…show him how good you can be…"
And with a little push to her hips, Liv encourages her to start a fluid back and forth grind atop him, keeping him so deep inside of her at first, so deep that she can feel it in her fucking stomach.
"How is it, baby girl?" Liv murmurs into her ear.
And truthfully, Jules doesn't know how to answer because how could she when it feels like he's fucking her throat via her pussy, filling her up so completely that she thinks she may be satisfied for years.
"It's—so good…mmm…"
Her hips speed up as she starts a vertical bounce as well, and Fitz nearly loses it, seeing himself spread her apart like this. His hands travel over her body, appreciating every little part of her from teasing her nipples to gripping her tiny waist to help her move, his thumbs nearly touching each other against her belly.
And she loves being spread over him like this. Somehow being on top of him doesn't make her feel any less small. If anything, it makes her feel so completely under his power, his control.
"Yeah? You like feeling him so deep? Come here, baby…"
Liv then shuffles from her spot next to Jules to directly behind her, nudging Fitz's legs apart slightly to give her more room. Her palms guide Julia to lay back slightly until her weight has shifted backward against Olivia's chest. The change in angle opens her up deliciously, and all of the sudden, it's like she's a fucking buffet, open and ready for him.
While Liv pinches and rolls her nipples, Jules has more room to work, taking him in long, languid strokes from base to tip and then back again. She feels weak and exhausted, and it may be the middle of the night, but she can't imagine doing anything else right now.
Liv's hands are all over her body, rubbing her clit, grasping her thighs, cupping her tits, and repeating until Julia is sweating and panting in her arms. Then, Liv leans her back even further and glides her right hand down the center of Julia's chest, past her breasts, stopping just below her belly button. She pauses, caresses, and then pushes slightly on her stomach the next time Fitz rocks his hips into Julia as the three of them gasp and moan at the result.
Because as soon as he's that deep inside of her and she's tilted just like that, Liv can feel Fitz's cock pulsing through her stomach, bulging her belly slightly. The feeling makes Olivia drip like nothing else, and with her hold on Julia's body, she helps her bounce again, slipping a hand down to help guide him back inside her when he slips out. As soon as she wraps her hand around her fiancé, soaked from their babysitter's little cunt, she wants to try something else.
"Go give him a kiss, baby…"
"Why, mama?" Jules moans, tipping her head back against Liv's shoulder, restlessly trying to move her hips faster.
"Don't ask questions, sweet girl. Just do it."
So, she does, falling against his chest and bringing their lips together tenderly. It shouldn't surprise her when she shifts her weight off of his lap, he can suddenly move his hips much easier, and instantly, his grip stills her hips so that his can go to work. He fucks into her with everything he has, the sound of her wetness and whimpering and moaning echoing around the dark room. He fucks her so good that she temporarily forgets that Olivia was the one behind this, that she wanted to try something.
But unexpectedly, he pulls out just a bit too much, causing him to slide out entirely and Julia immediately understands what she was wanting. She registers two things at once—Liv's hair against her ass and the sloppy sound of sucking behind her.
Fuck.
"Fuuckk," Fitz moans, continuing to thrust his hips, this time however pushing into Liv's mouth rather than Julia's cunt.
She slurps and sucks, spit mixing with Julia's wetness and pooling at his balls. She slurps there too for good measure, before she decides to be nice to their sweet girl again, lining Fitz back up with her pretty pussy and letting it fill her back up. And when she sits back down, Julia assumes Liv would move away, help hold her hair off her neck or rub her clit or anything, except what she ends up doing, because instead of moving, she stays.
Neither Fitz nor Julia moves an inch, other than for Fitz to kiss her pretty lips again, and just when Julia raises up to start rocking her hips over him again, she feels those two petite hands on her hips, stopping her. She feels her breath before anything else as Liv blows a thin stream of air over her aching holes. But not even a beat later, she feels Liv's tongue lapping at every inch she can reach from behind Julia.
It makes her feral—she's never…this has never…no one has ever…
And all of the sudden, she's about to come, breathing heavily into the space between her and Fitz's lips.
"I'm—I'm gonna…"
He's more than in tune with what's going on, smiling devilishly up at her. "Yeah, baby? You gonna come on my cock? Fuck, come from her little tongue on your ass? Fuckk, good fucking girl… come on, baby. Come for us…"
And before she can even ask for it, Liv sneaks a hand around and rubs tight little circles on Julia's clit, and she can't hold back anymore, coming in a series of moans and swears and shaky thighs and dripping wetness.
She thought maybe Liv would give her a break, but apparently not as she immediately starts moving Julia's hips again, murmuring for Fitz to take her hard, baby…make her come again…
Her first orgasm rolls swiftly into a second and when Liv moves to the side and tells Fitz to flip her over and make her come again, Julia thinks she's lost her mind, but then she's on her back, and Fitz's strokes are long and hard and so fucking deep that she has no chance in not coming for a third time. Her brain is foggy and cloudy after a trio of orgasms, but she registers enough to know there's a conversation going on around her.
"Fuck, Livvie…I'm gonna come…"
"Yeah? You wanna come in her little pussy, mister?"
"Goddamn…can I? Can I, baby?"
"I want you to…I wanna see you make that sweet cunt all yours…"
"Yeah? Jules, honey… can I… Jules—fuck…"
He's repeated her name twice before she really registers that he's talking to her. God, he makes her feel crazy because she's been on the pill since she was sixteen, but she's never let a man come inside of her… It has always seemed…weird? messy? But now, looking into this man's face and hearing his desperation, it doesn't feel like either of those things. It sounds hot and perfect and incredible.
So, she nods and whimpers, clawing her nails into his back and kissing him again. "Fuck…yes, please…"
"Tell me, sweet girl…Tell me what you want…me…to do…"
He's losing his breath, so on edge, so impossibly close.
"I want… fuck…I want you to cum…in me… Cum inside me, daddy…"
"Fuck–"
When her eyes open again, she's shocked that it's bright outside. She's shocked entirely too because she doesn't exactly remember her eyes ever closing… She remembers coming, she remembers Fitz coming, but then…
Julia's fingers snake down between her legs and find that she's damp but remarkably clean. She's damp from her own undoubtedly naughty dreams but nothing else…
And then she registers that it's entirely bright outside, she's completely naked, and she's utterly alone in this bed.
She feels…ridiculous. Why the hell is she naked in this couple's bed, alone? Why does she feel so embarrassed for enjoying every single second of last night? Why does it make her heart sing, knowing that she must have passed out after coming for them so many times last night and they still cleaned her up? What is going to happen as soon as she leaves this bed? What are they going to say to her now that the sun is shining and there's nowhere to hide?
Surely, that's why they left the bed this early in the morning. They didn't want to wake up with her and be talked into another round, another foray into her fucked up mind. They didn't want to see her in the daytime and remember what she agreed to do with them the night before.
What the hell was she thinking, jeopardizing her relationship with this couple, her job?
This feeling in her gut…it feels like regret, but it doesn't have the sting of sadness that usually accompanies it. It's almost as if she doesn't regret it at all, but simply regrets that maybe they regret it. They aren't here in this bed with her, so maybe that means they regret it, and that makes her feel even worse. Because as mad at herself as she is for doing this, for putting herself in this situation, she's not at all mad about what they did.
She had fun. She let loose. She let go. It's exactly what she has needed in her final semester of college. It's what her anxious mind has been craving.
Except now, her anxious mind is fucking annoying her because it's telling her how horrible it will be to face them this morning. But she doesn't have any other option. She has to venture downstairs. She has to see them before she scurries out of this house, never to be seen again.
One problem faces her, however. She has no idea where her clothes are. They must be in the room, but they aren't on the floor. Her eyes spot her panties and bra that had been picked up by someone and placed on the armchair in the corner of the room, but that doesn't help her much—she's not going to put back on her ruined panties from last night.
All she can find to throw on is a large, gray tee shirt, heaped lazily on the carpet, so she pushes herself out of bed and dons the shirt before opening the door softly and moseying downstairs in search of Olivia and Fitz. Once the door is open though, it doesn't take long to figure out where they are—she hears soft chatter, cute laughter, and the sound of pans rattling and grease popping on the stove. As soon as she makes it down the stairs, she rounds the corner and sees the two of them—Fitz, shirtless in his flannel pajama pants, Liv, sporting the black silk robe she had on last night.
They are both holding steaming mugs as Olivia relaxes on the counter and Fitz periodically checks on whatever is cooking on the stove, stealing kisses from her every so often.
Jules feels like a voyeur, watching them like this, so finally she takes a single more step and the floorboards creak beneath her feet, alerting them to her presence. Fitz notices her first, just simply because Olivia's back is turned somewhat away from her, and he smiles softly at her before his eyes scan down her body, assessing what she chose to put on.
Then, he tips his head back, closes his eyes, and curses, which makes Liv want to figure out what he's seen. Immediately, she turns around, snickering at the sight of a petite, shy Julia lurking in the corner in her fiancé's shirt, the fabric swallowing her up and stopping mid-thigh.
"Come here, you…acting all shy like last night didn't happen…"
Julia can't help the blush that rises up her chest to her cheeks because sure, she's standing here in Fitzgerald Grant's tee shirt after just having him fuck her silly, but she doesn't expect for him to mention it right off the bat. She pads her way across the room and stands at the corner of the counter awkwardly until Olivia opens her arms and beckons her into them.
"C'mere, Jules…" Liv calls, opening her thighs at the same time to let Julia slide between them.
It's odd how they embrace each other immediately, like the most comfortable lovers—Liv cradling Julia's jaw, searching her eyes for any sign of guilt or regret or the like. She doesn't kiss her yet, just smiles and whispers a little good morning, sweet girl.
Julia hums, feeling a little helpless when they call her pet names like that. "I'm sorry that I fell asleep…"
Olivia looks at her dumbfounded, then giggles. "You're sorry? Honey, you were so tired, I'm sorry that we wore you out so much."
"I'm not sorry," Fitz adds with a smile, flipping the bacon on the pan once more before turning off the stove and greeting Julia with a kiss to the cheek. "I loved making you all exhausted like that…"
"Mmm…" Jules sighs, leaning into his touch, instantly feeling her thighs clench at their proximity to her.
"...and then you come say 'good morning,' wearing my shirt? What's that about, pretty girl?"
She turns to him, grinning softly. "I woke up all alone, couldn't find my clothes. What else was I supposed to do?"
"Ohh. Cheeky this morning, aren't you? What else was I supposed to do? You just wanted to make me horny again, didn't you?"
Julia smiles and looks to Liv who is eagerly watching their playful banter. Then, she slides a hand down Julia's back, down her thigh and then up under the shirt, discovering her definite lack of panties. She gasps, clicks her tongue, and then chastises her. "My god… Insatiable little thing, huh? You wanna be bent over this counter?"
"I'd rather bend you over…" Julia says it so quickly that she's not sure where she's gotten the nerve. "Oh—I mean…"
Liv can't stop the laugh that bubbles out of her, shaking her head, and reeling Julia in for a sweet, affectionate kiss. Their lips move and glide together, even going so far as to brush their tongues together, Julia tasting the fragrant black tea and honey lingering in Olivia's mouth. They kiss and Julia feels like putty in her hands, willing to start this whole thing over, until flashes of her anxiety from this morning pop back in her head.
All of the sudden, she hesitates, and Olivia can tell, pulling back and peering at her questioningly. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Um—nothing, nothing…It's okay, just…" And she tries to pull Liv back into a kiss, but she's already given herself away too much to deny it now.
"Nuh-uh. Talk to me… talk to us, Julia."
"It's nothing, really, Liv…"
"If something is worrying that pretty little head of yours, then it is something."
"I just…I don't know what all of this means…"
Gaze dropping down to her hands, Jules sighs before stepping back from Olivia. But Fitz is attentive enough and notices her retreating from them. He slides in behind her, hugging Julia against his front so she can't go far from them.
"You don't know what what means?" Fitz asks, his voice soft and sincere.
Jules shakes her head, curls bouncing while she tries to find the words. "I don't know… I just feel crazy…"
"You are not crazy."
"I work for you guys."
"You used to work for us…" Fitz corrects, making Jules's eyes shoot up at him.
It takes her breath away momentarily. "You're firing me?"
"No, no, no…" Liv steps in. "We just…we need to talk about that…"
"Okay…"
"Because last night…it does change some things, at least for us."
And her stomach sinks. It's what she's been waiting for—for them to tell her how much they regret it.
"Okay, yeah. I get that. I'll just—"
"No—Jules. God, this is coming out wrong. Julia, we loved last night. We loved it so fucking much that if you would want to… we would want to do it again…and again."
Fitz smiles, brushes her curls off of her shoulder and adds, "...which is why we don't want you working for us. We don't want any of the lines being confused. We aren't paying you for sex, and we never want it to feel like that…"
Her eyebrows raise in response, not expecting that answer in the slightest. "I wouldn't feel like that… I um—I like this job, you know that."
"Well, then we can talk about that another time… Teddy loves you. I know he wouldn't want to let you go, but it also may be difficult… As soon as you walk in the door, we're going to want you…" Liv confesses, hopping off the counter and hugging Julia into her arms again.
"Stop…" Julia whines, hiding her face in Olivia's neck bashfully. "I'm nothing special…"
Fitz immediately tuts at her, spinning her around. "Don't you dare say that again… Do we need to show you again how incredible you are? How beautiful? How precious?"
"I—"
"...yes, you are every single one of those…"
"Fitz—"
"Shhh…"
And he shuts up her worried brain again by kissing her, murmuring "so pretty, so sweet" against her lips over and over until she maybe even starts to believe them for a second. When she's thoroughly pacified by his praise, he guides her back into Olivia's arms so that he can turn back toward the stove to finish making breakfast. Liv helps Julia hop up onto the counter before opening the cabinet next to her.
"Coffee?" Liv asks, fully aware of the college student's addiction. Julia nods. "How do you take it?"
"Hard and rough, usually…" Jules replies sneakily, giggling at the way Liv's jaw drops open. "Sorry… just a little sugar, no cream."
"You are a menace…" Olivia teases while setting down the prepared mug next to her and attempting to coax her thighs open on the counter so she can stand between them.
But Julia keeps them glued together, feeling sheepish. "You know that I don't have underwear on…"
"I do…" Liv just smiles and continues opening her legs wider. "Maybe I could just…"
And without another word, she dips her head down between Julia's legs, licking a stripe up the middle of her cunt and sucking her clit into her mouth, making Jules groan and curse. To their left, Fitz watches on eagerly, flipping a pancake over and moaning at the sight of Liv's tongue flicking through Julia's soaked pussy.
"Baby…let's go eat…give her a break…"
At the same time, Julia tosses her head back, grinds her hips against Liv's face and whimpers that she's going to come.
"Fuck… it's so easy for you, huh? She makes you feel so good?"
His free hand skims up under her—no, his—shirt and tweaks at her nipple while Liv's fingers slide inside of her, and the combination sends her barreling into her orgasm, shivering, sobbing, thanking them.
"Well…that was fast," Liv taunts, pecking down Julia's thigh as she settles from her orgasm.
"You…are lethal…" Julia whines, hips shifting and shuttering. Eventually, she picks up the somewhat forgotten mug of coffee and takes a drink to give her hands something to do.
"Come on you two…let's go eat…"
Fitz tugs on Liv's hand to get her to help him bring the dishes and mugs to the table, and when it's all situated, he motions to Julia to come join them. She laughs because she just came on their kitchen counter, and now they're smiling at her over pancakes and bacon, and it's making her stomach do weird flips and flops. They said that they did want to fuck her again, but these feelings arising in her are confusing because her heart seems to be fluttering just as much as her cunt is.
When she makes it to the table and grabs the chair next to Olivia, Fitz grabs her arm instead and pulls her down into his lap.
"Want you right here, baby…"
Jules giggles and sinks into his chest. "I— Fitz!"
"What, sweet girl? I'm not doing anything… eat your breakfast."
"I'm more than capable of sitting on my own…"
"Are you? Well, I would think that cute little ass of yours is so sore from last night. You deserve a nice, soft place to sit…"
"Is that right?"
"Yes ma'am. And so I can do this…"
And with his fork, he picks up a bite of pancake, feeds it to her, and then kisses her lips sweetly. As she chews, she realizes how much she loves being close to him like this. It makes her ache, knowing how comforting this couple is to be around. It makes her remember that she has no idea where this is all leading.
"Can I ask you something?"
It feels illegal to ruin the mood, but it's pressing on her, not knowing.
"Of course," Fitz murmurs, tucking a loose curl behind her ear, brows furrowing with concern.
"Um…so, how will this work?"
Liv smiles. "How will what work, sweet girl?"
"You know…this? The three of us, doing whatever this is…" Jules tries to gesture and sum up what she means but in truth, she just feels like she's flailing her arms aimlessly. "How will it work?"
The couple share a glance, nodding silently in agreement. Fitz is the one to step up and answer.
"It'll work however you want it to work. Whenever, wherever you want us…we'll be there."
"So…I'll call you…for sex?" Julia asks, tipping her head back against Fitz's shoulder after he feeds her another bite.
Olivia shakes her head, grinning from ear to ear at how fucking cute she is. "No, baby girl. Not just for sex."
"Huh?"
"Not just sex… For whatever you need. You need comfort? We'll be there. You need dinner? We're there. Sure, you need to be fucked until you forget your own name? We'll definitely be there. We want to be there for you… however and whenever you need."
That surprises her but not because it's out of their character to do something like that—it's exactly the thing she expects from Olivia Pope and Fitzgerald Grant. But at the same time, it surprises her that it's being directed toward her, like she deserves their kindness and attention like that.
"Is that okay with you, sweet girl?"
And it is more than okay. So, she tells them that she's good with it, that she can't wait to see them again, that she loves everything that they get to do together, even if it's not sex. It doesn't matter what tomorrow looks like because today, this is just enough for her. They are more than enough for her, and Liv senses the peace that wash over her features.
She smiles, reaches out to grab Julia's hand, and offers, "Let's find you some clothes, and then we'll drive you home, okay, baby?"
AN: I hope you all enjoyed this little adventure! This is the last part of the threesome. The next chapter will be back to Liv and Fitz's lists! Thanks to my girl Ash for encouraging (bullying) me to finish this chapter, and thanks everyone for being patient with me! xx