The Edifice

40. Two's a Company, Three's a Good Time

MATURE CONTENT.

While not overly graphic, please skip past the text break if you're uncomfortable with sexual content. Don't worry, you're not missing plot.

OLIVIA

I'll never forgive high school physical education and locker room gossip for the expectations they gave me of having sex. It isn't painful. It isn't heart-breaking. It isn't even sexy.

Sex is fun.

Otis and I make a mess of Levi Noble.

In all my fantasies of the man, I built Lee into a pinnacle of desire. The rough hands that could leave bruises on my thighs, the dangerous lips and wicked smile that could break me in a million ways and still leave me begging for more. He should have me bent over and at his mercy, but right now he all but begs as Otis and I work him between us.

Not even my anxiety can ruin how amazing this feels, not when I can copy everything Otis does and simply drink in the sight of the two of them when it's not my turn. I haven't even lost my clothes.

The simple act of kissing Lee hadn't lasted long. It was the final snap of a rubber band, weeks of tension released in an instant. The kiss had been so tender, so filled with desperate longing of finding something that felt so close to home. I could feel Otis's hands on both our bodies while I lost myself in Lee's lips, but it wasn't until Lee's moans turned to whimpers that I realised how much I needed them.

"Olivia," Lee breathes, pulling me from the taste of him and up to kiss his lips. He murmurs between each kiss, almost frantic with want. I surrender to his hands like clay to a sculptor, every word that leaves his lips twisting my heart. "Olivia, baby. Olivia. I've wanted to do this to you for so long now."

"Lee?"

His hands are gentle on my thighs as his fingers slide beneath my skirt and up the side of my hips. I suck in breath as a searing heat suddenly bursts against my skin. It's only when my underwear falls away, seams split into four charred slivers, that I understand the pain.

Now the vulnerability rears its head as Lee takes my weight, separating me from Otis. Vulnerability that lasts mere seconds before he disappears beneath my thighs, his curls the only thing I have to grip as he makes good on his claims last night.

-

Two days later and Lee still kisses me against the kitchen counter-top, two tender little pecks as he passes by to fetch a glass of water. I can barely stifle the smile that's taken up perpetual residence on my face enough to return them.

We still haven't given it a name, whatever this is. Even now I try not to dwell on it, though nothing else had occupied my thoughts for the last two days. I'm know this perfect fantasy will shatter if we dissect it. I can see it in Lee's eyes, every time a kiss comes to an end. Otis is as comfortable to surrender to unfettered bliss as I am, but I can feel it in Lee's tense energy that the moment conversation turns to the subject of 'us', it will be to put an expiration date upon it.

Long gone are the pet names and the whispered words of devotion he'd ravished me with on that first night. Now he barely makes eye contact despite the kisses and I only see him relax his shoulders when he leaves the house for groceries.

Looking in the mirror, I can't say I blame him. I'm not human any more. That much I can say for sure.

If Levi's soul pact with Katy made him quite demonic, Otis's soul has left me the opposite. My hair swirls I'm strands as thin and pale as silver thread. Like my skin it's accumulated its own dim glow, that hangs around my hands like the corona of the moon. Everything about my bone structure has sharpened, from the pointed joints of my fingers to the razor-thin bridge of my nose.