There were only a few minutes until the movie began, so we went in the theater and I was grateful it wasn’t too crowded. Before a discussion could even begin about where to sit, I pointed to a row only a few down from the top and whispered, motioning Jay to walk down and sit. I was sandwiched between them, and I set the shared drink between Jay and me. Noah took my hand in his, and I thought about bitching that I couldn’t really eat my popcorn, but when he brought my knuckles up to his lips and kissed them so carefully, so tenderly, I couldn’t find it in my heart to whine. Besides, I had two hands. He lifted the armrest between us and sat a little closer to me, our bodies touching.
The lights dimmed and I settled into my chair, wiggling a bit first and then finding a comfortable position. At some point, Jonathan’s hand moved from the edge of our cup over the armrest and onto my thigh. He never ventured too far, tracing shapes and patterns, but it was just enough to make my mind wander to what we’d do later.
Although the movie wasn’t one I would’ve picked, it wasn’t terrible, either. I even suspected Noah enjoyed it since I’d felt his body shake with laughter at all the right spots. When the credits rolled, we stood up and stretched, and the anticipation was palpable. I was glad, frankly, that I wasn’t alone with these feelings. The drive home couldn’t go fast enough.
Sure enough, Noah sped almost the whole way, making me nervous but even more excited. When he parked, we all practically jumped out of the car but pretended to play it cool. No one bothered with any sort of pretense once we were inside though, and I followed Jonathan into the bedroom as Noah followed closely behind me. His hands were at my waist, pushing fabric out of the way before we were even to the bed. I stopped walking and turned, kissing him hard once I could. I needed him naked and inside me. Actually, I needed both of them that way.
After I had Noah’s shirt off, I turned and watched Jay taking his clothes off. Noah snuck up again, pressing his body against mine.
“He’s so sexy, right?” he whispered against my skin, lips touching and pulling back.
“Yeah.”
One of Noah’s hands cupped my breast, the other making its way down into my jeans. I unbuttoned my pants, giving him more room, and leaned back against his solid frame as Jay’s shirt hit the floor. Noah’s fingers teased my clit as Jay undid his jeans, slowly shimmying them down and smiling at us.
“Fuck, Olivia,” Noah said. “You’re always so hot and soft.”
Once Jay’s socks and underwear were gone, I wanted to move and touch him. I wanted to put my mouth on and around him and feel him, every part. Why didn’t I have more hands?
Noah bit at my neck then pulled his hand from where it had been teasing me. I thought he was going to walk to Jonathan, but he unzipped my jeans, pulling them down and off, along with my panties. I worked on my shirt, throwing it onto the pile where Jay’s clothes had landed. My hands moved to unclasp my bra, but Noah smacked them out of the way, taking on the task himself. Jonathan was in front of me by then, lavishing my body with attention. When he dropped to his knees and placed a kiss over the top of my pussy, I knew I couldn’t stand if he had plans to go any further. I’d no doubt fall right over and hurt myself and probably him, too.
“Bed,” I managed to eke out.
After I was lying on my back, legs spread wide, Noah between them, I had no idea what was going to happen. They were constantly throwing me off in the bedroom, which was actually a nice surprise. I was sure it would get routine and boring at some point, but the freshness that kept me guessing sparked a fire inside me. Jonathan climbed up next to me as Noah rolled a condom over himself and lined his hips up with mine. He was stroking, teasing me with his cock and fingers, and I closed my eyes and let it all soak in.
“Ready, baby?”
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