Olivia's POV
Levi hesitated, torn, but the desire between us was undeniable. Slowly, carefully, he guided his cock to my entrance, the thick head brushing against the slick heat of me. We both moaned at the contact, the tension snapping taut as a bowstring. I rocked my hips slightly, letting the tip of him slide along my folds—wet and pulsing, so close, yet not inside. The friction was delicious and maddening. My breath came in shallow gasps as I moved, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my core. Levi's grip on my hips tightened.
"Moon… you're killing me," he groaned, his voice guttural.
Behind me, Louis wasn't idle.
His fingers slid between my thighs again, spreading me gently. Then his thumb found my clit, circling it in slow, purposeful strokes that made my entire body jolt with sensation.
"Gods—Louis," I cried, my hips bucking between them.
Louis chuckled softly, his breath hot against my skin.
