It's a Bad Idea, Right?

This story is completely fiction and is for entertainment only. All characters are 18 or older. Requested by a loyal reader.

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It felt pretty good to be home alone for a little bit. I was quite exhausted from my last tour, and unfortunately, my time off began just as my girlfriend Tate McRae's newest tour started.

So while it was nice to breathe and hear my own thoughts, to try to work on new music I had never done before, I was severely missing my tall blonde love.

By Day Three of being squirreled away in her place all by my lonesome, I had been very productive but started to feel lonely. I was doing my daily video calls with Tate, but that was the majority of my human interaction.

On Day 4, I was pleasantly surprised to receive a knock on the door, though it was completely unexpected. Nobody knew I was here except Tate.

I wheeled away from the little writing desk I had set up in the living room and jogged to the door. I didn't have a reason to be fully dressed, so just pajama pants it was.

"Kamusta! [Hello]" one Olivia Rodrigo greeted me in Tagalog, the Filipino language, as I opened the door. She didn't seem surprised I was here, but she had to know Tate was on tour, right?

"Hey, Liv!" I greeted happily, just happy to see another face, let alone hers. I could definitely have opened the door to worse faces. "What brings you by?"

"Tate asked me to keep an eye on you, check in once in a while," she said as she came in and made herself at home. "You know, make sure you have plenty of food and water," the popstar teased.

'Well that's kind of you,"I laughed, used to her sense of humor after the years we've been friends. "I'm all squared away here. Just enjoying some peace and quiet, working on some new music and laying low while Tate's gone. Her, and well,, now you, are the only ones who know I'm here."

"Oh," Olivia's face fell and her deep brown eyes shot to the carpet. "If you're enjoying your solo time, I'll tell Tate you're still alive and I'll take off."

"No no," I said, sounding more hurried than I intended to as I reached out and took her hand before she could reach the front door. I got myself under control quickly. "It has been nice, but I'm starting to lose my mind just a little," I said, holding my thumb and pointer finger up just a hair's width apart.

Olivia laughed and her big bright smile came back. "Tate and I both figured you could use a friend by now, and a break. We know you too well. You'll sit at your little work station until something makes you take a break." She paused as she walked past me and further into Tate's lavish apartment and looked over her shoulder. "How much of the last three days have you spent working, Charlton?"

I just chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of my neck, not making eye contact. "Uh, a hell of a lot, I guess."

Liv turned back over and got right up in my face. "Jesus, Laroi, your eyes are red. Have you even slept much?"

I just rolled my eyes at her motherly worrying. "I'm on a killer roll right now. I'll sleep when my brain slows down," I told her.

"Nuh-uh, nope. I'm shutting your brain down now. Come here," she ordered and took my hand back just a minute after I had let her's go. She damn near dragged me to the couch, grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. She plopped down on the couch aggressively and literally pulled me down with her.

I sat on the couch next to her but she wasn't satisfied. "You're almost there. Put your head on my lap. You're taking a fucking nap," the power-hungry Filipino ordered. I hesiTated, and she grabbed my shoulder, pulling me down and making me adjust so I was laying down, staring up at her.

She smiled victoriously down at me and put her hand in my curly blond hair. "There. I get the feeling this is the most relaxed you've let yourself be since you got here, isn't it?"

I laid there, feeling Tate's lovely couch that I was damn near sinking into. Liv's soft thighs pillowing under my head definitely didn't hurt, and her head rub felt surprisingly like Tate's. "I could see myself falling asleep like this if I let myself."

Olivia hummed and let out a giggle as she turned her attention back to the TV to find something to watch. "Get at least an hour-long nap, and I'll think about letting you up, okay?"

I grumbled, but rolled onto my side to watch TV. This bitch knew how to put any man right to sleep and put on the Great British Baking Show. As I'm sure she planned, I was out in 15 minutes.

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When I woke up, it was still light out but the sun was going down. I also wasn't in the same position I fell asleep in. Olivia's legs were replaced by two throw pillows, and I was facing the back of the couch.

I slowly pulled myself off the couch, noticing that the TV was still on, playing quietly, but Olivia was not in the room with me. I looked at the floor trying to wake up from a nap that felt like a mild coma. I had no idea how long I was out, but it had to have been hours.

I thought I heard something coming from the kitchen, so I headed that way and found quite the surprising yet domestic sight; Olivia Rodrigo in front of the stove in just ankle socks, sky blue bikini-style panties, and a t-shirt. Her hair was in a swishy ponytail, and the international star was singing to herself. I couldn't believe it took me this long to notice just how fucking good the apartment smelled.

"Liv?" I asked groggily as I stepped into the kitchen.

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. "Hey there, sleepy head. Have a good sleep?"

"Yeah, really good. Like, the best I've had since before the tour."

"You didn't sleep well the night before Tate left? Just thought about how much you were going to miss her right after getting back?" she asked sweetly, a little naively.

My face flushed and I felt it. "We didn't sleep a lot the night before she left..." I kept it vague on purpose, but the meaning couldn't have been clearer.

She stopped and cocked her head back a little, clearly caught off guard. "Well there's a picture," she giggled. "I bet Tate's a freak."

"Can we not talk about what your best friend and my girlfriend is like in bed?" I chuckled as I went to the fridge to find something to drink.

"Knowing you're a fellow tortured artist, I get the feeling you haven't been eating that much either," she said, skillfully changing the subject, which I was all too happy to allow.

"I could eat," I said, and as if it was listening, my stomach growled and I laughed at the impeccable timing. "Whatever you're making, it smells divine."

"Chicken fajitas," she informed me, seemingly happy to absorb my positive note. "I learned a thing or two from those Latin cuisine chefs I worked with a few times," she said proudly.

"Uh, if I can ask," I ventured, "what happened to your jeans?"

Olivia just giggled. "Tate tells me to make myself at home every time I come over, so this is kind of just my default here," she shrugged.

"Okay, so I get that, but I'm here too, though..." Did she see no problem with hanging out with her best friend's boyfriend in just her underwear? Did she not see this as crossing some kind of line?"

"I know you are, silly. You're kind of hard to miss," she said. "The more you distract me, the longer this is going to take, and the longer it is before I make us margaritas."

"Damn, that does sound pretty nice," I admitted as I took a seat at the glass-topped kitchen table. I dug my phone out of my pocket to distract myself so I wasn't just looking at Olivia Rodrigo's nectarine of an ass in just those little panties.

As if accusing me right there, I saw I had a text from Tate.

T: Did you get an unexpected visitor? :)

Me: Unexpected by me, but not by you lol.

T: Thought you could use company. Both of you, tbh.

Me: She takes better care of me than I take care of me.

T: That's my girl XD Have a fun evening, bb!

I took that sign off to mean she was either tired, loving the free road life, or she was already busy on her new tour leg.

"Everything alright?" Liv asked as she walked over to the table, two plates in hand, casual as hell despite being in sleepwear.

"Yeah, that was just T-Bear checking in," I said, using our shared nickname for our favorite Canadian. We made quite the mix-matched trio; me being Aussie, Tate the Canadian, and Liv the Filipino-American.

"Everything okay with Ms. Canada?" Olivia asked, and if I didn't Know any better, that tone would make me think she knew something I didn't."

"Everything is fine, I think," I said, my brows scrunched. "Is everything okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah. Why wouldn't they be?" This chick was definitely being fucking weird.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on, Liv? Why are you being sus?"

"I'm not being sus!" she said overly defensively, a full bite of fajita in her mouth as she spoke.

I narrowed my eyes as I took my first bite. It was fucking delicious, but I couldn't lose focus of the game Olivia was playing with me, and I started to get the feeling that Tate might be involved.

Over the course of dinner, Liv and I made small talk and went over old memories. We were both in our early 20s, but we had been in the spotlight since we were teens, and we'd done a lot of traveling, a lot of living. I was dating Tate, and I was closer to Liv than most girlfriends would be okay with, but our trio was so close it was never even a thought that one of us would hurt the other. But that's where the most pain erupted from, wasn't it? Wasn't it?"

"Hey, earth to Charlton!" Olivia said, raising her voice as she cleared the plates. "Are you okay?"

I snapped myself out of my thoughts and looked at her. "Yeah. This song I'm working on is just making me pay it late rent, you know?"

Olivia scoffed and shook her head, her ponytail dramatically overplaying the motion. "You definitely need a margarita. Go sit on the couch and pick a movie. You're taking the night off."

"Okay, fine," I gave in and got up, brought my plate and silverware to the sink. "I'll do these before I go to bed."

"Is the spare room made up?" Liv asked as she filled a Bullet blender with ice.

"Yeah, why?"

"All I needed to know. Means we can have more than one," she said with a smile and popped her dark, manicured eyebrows. "And I know you, so I don't have to ask if breakfast is covered."

"I am the breakfast king," I laughed and headed for the living room.

Just a minute later, Liv sauntered in with a raspberry marg for her and a standard lime for me. I couldn't help but notice that... I could see pokies? Did she take her bra off while she was making margs?

"Here you are, my friend."

I took both margs from her as she made herself comfortable next to me. "If we watch Gone Girl again I'm going to throw up, so I picked a mobster flick. Public Enemies?"

Olivia giggled maniacally. "Johnny Depp as a folk-hero bank robber? Yummy AF!" she said in agreement.

I played the movie and settled into the couch, and Olivia leaned into my side, a little more than usual. I wanted to pull away a bit because I had unanswered questions, but her body and weight against me felt good. I hated that I even had this dialogue with myself.

As I watched the movie with a cutie, and my girlfriend's best friend right next to me, I hoped the margarita would help me relax.

After about a half hour, maybe 20 minutes, I heard a surprised chuckle from Liv. "You okay, big dog? See a scene you really liked?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, not having any serious idea what the hell she was hinting at.

She cleared her throat and pointed down at my lap. I looked down and my eyebrows nearly left my head. I jumped off the couch, almost spilling my drink.

"Oh shit!" I reacted like I'd just seen a fucking tarantula on my dick. "What the fuck! I didn't feel it! I had no idea. Liv, I am *so* sorry!" I said, genuinely embarrassed and feeling like a fucking pig.

"Should I be flattered?" she teased, putting her drink down and elongating herself on the couch, resting her elbows on the arm of the couch. "Did I do that?"

I was still in shock. "I have no clue," I stammered. "I don't know where it came from. I-I wasn't even thinking about anything like... like that."

She stopped making eye contact with me and looked right at my tool. She licked at her fucking lips. "Even if I didn't cause it, can it be for me?"

I just blinked. "Liv, shut up. That isn't funny."

"Oh my God, Charlton, relax. Just take your cock out and let me get rid of that big boner for you."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Where is this even coming from?" I started playing the entire night backwards, and I felt like an idiot. "You're setting me up. Are you trying to get me to cheat on her? Is this a fucking trap?" For the first time in our friendship, I raised my voice at Olivia Rodrigo. "Get out! Get the fuck out right now!"

Olivia flinched at my tone. She had never seen me like this with anyone, let alone her or Tate. She collected herself. "Charlton, call Tate. Right now."

I closed my eyes and counted to 10, taking deep breaths. I still couldn't figure out what the fuck was going on, but I didn't I didn't like it. If she was telling me to call Tate, I was missing a huge detail.

I dug my phone out of my pocket again and had her up on speed-dial.

"Hey babes, what's up?" she asked, and I could hear amusement in her voice.

"What is going on with Liv? Why the fuck is she trying to get me to cheat on you? Why is she telling me to call you about it?" My confusion was turning to anger, and I was having a hard time dialing it in.

"Calm down, baby. I told her to. I dared her to seduce you while I'm on tour," she said with a laugh, like this was the most normal fucking thing in the world.

I blinked multiple times, staring at a smiling Olivia. "What?"

"I know we haven't been seeing enough of each other, and you have a crazy sex drive. It must be a rapper thing. But I bet Olivia she couldn't get you to cheat on me."

"Well Olivia won that bet. That's fucking insane. I'm not cheating on you, Tate!"

"I know you wouldn't, and it's one of the things I love about you. I know that even if I dangled Olivia fucking Rodrigo in front of you, you still wouldn't bend. You're a rock, and I think you deserve something for that. I want to reward you with Olivia."

I stayed silent for a moment, and the look on Olivia's face, her body language, it all told me she and Tate had telegraphed this whole conversation.

"My only condition is that it's filmed and then sent to me. I miss you, too, and I want something to watch when I'm all by myself at night," Tate told me slowly, making sure I couldn't even think I misheard her.

"If she dared you to seduce me, and you bet that you couldn't," I said, addressing Liv, "What does Tate have to do now that she lost?"

Olivia laughed maniacally, and I heard Tate say, "Ah. Fuck." I got the feeling she already knew what the penalty was.

"That's for me to know and Tate to dread. Now, get over here and let me suck that drugged cock of yours."

"Have fun, babe. Make it good, because I want to watch."

I hung up, shocked and a little disgusted by the situation, but I was only human. I was going to do it. I did have to ask... "You fucking drugged me? Is that why I got hard without knowing, without feeling it?"

Olivia nodded vigorously. "Mhmm. It was in your margarita."

"Jesus," I grumbled but still walked back to her at the couch, letting her pull my boxers and pajama pants down.

"Oh fuck yeah," Olivia grinned as she spit right on the tip and worked it down my length. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with this," she said as she started to vigorously work me with both hands, starting strong right out the gate. "You should be hard for a good long while," she purred.

"I can't believe you two just planned this whole fucking thing, and I had no idea until you started getting weird.

Olivia stopped her movements and looked right up at me, those brown eyes tearing into mine. "Charlton, if you absolutely hate this, I won't force you. But Tate and I are both completely cool with this. All you have to say is 'Olivia, I don't want to fuck you,' and I will stop right now."

I sighed and couldn't take my eyes off that cute Filipino face of hers, off those tits looking at me under her shirt. It wasn't cheating. The whole thing was Tate's idea. Why shouldn't I?

"Fuck it. Let's do it," I say, relenting. I was only human, and I'd be a fool to turn this down, right?

Olivia's smile was soft and warm, not predatory or boastful as she started working her hands on me again. "I definitely would have stopped like I said I would, but... I'm glad you didnt end this."

Keeping those soulful eyes on me, she leaned forward and opened her lips, taking just my head between her lips, her skilled tongue slowly sliding around the crown of my cock, slathering it. She closed her eyes as she suckled on me gently and worked her tongue over my kiss slit.

I had the feeling that Olivia had been wanting this for a while. Whether Tate knew that or not, I didn't know. But nobody made sensual love to a cock like this with just their mouth without it being a fantasy, premediTated.

I stood there, my hands by my sides as I got used to Olivia Rodrigo sucking my cock. She was a friend, and I wasn't sure how this was going to affect our group dynamics. Was this going to be a one time thing? Did this just become a tricycle?

My eyes stared off, and as Olivia worked her mouth and throat further down my Aussie pipe, I started to lose my focus. I could think about this after. If this was a one-time thing, I needed to enjoy it.

Just as I logged out of my overthinking, I looked down and saw Olivia looking up at me, my cock still in her mouth, but she was frustrated. She slid me out and asked, "Are you seriously overthinking while I suck you off?"

"I'm sorry! You know me, Livvy. I overthink everything, and this is kind of a lot right now," I admitted. She started dual-hand stroking me, but she kept her mouth off of me for a moment.

"Is this a thing we need to talk about now, or after?" Her face softened a little, and I wondered if she was trying to put herself in my shoes. "I only have one Viagra, so we need to decide."

"Fuck it, we'll think about it later. Tate signed off on this, and you're clearly down, so I should just relax."

"That's the spirit," Liv purred, kissing my crown and moving back on. I sighed and let her do her work. Tate was phenomenal at wet and sloppy, but Olivia was an artist when it came to slow and tongue work. I thought the dream would be Tate going monster style on my cock while Olivia paid detailed attention to my balls.

"Does Tate ever take you *deep,* Char?" Olivia asked, looking up at me with a winning smile, like she already knew she didn't.

I shook my head. "We've seen each other drunk. You know she has a bad gag reflex."

"That means you know I can go fucking deep," she said teasingly, and then put her money where her mouth was. Her ponytail came in handy as she slid her talented mouth down my length, and didn't stop until her eyes were watering and all of my cock had disappeared between her lips. She was still able to flutter her throat, but her tongue was pinned down. It didn't stop her from trying to wriggle it to tease my veins.

She let me go when her eyes were teary, eye liner starting to run. She panted and tried to breathe, wiping spit from her face on her t-shirt.

"Think you might be interested in fucking me, or is going to be a one-sided exchange?" Olivia asked as she laid back on the couch, rubbing her pussy over her panties. It was impossible to miss the wet spot between her legs.

"You don't me to erm, return the favor?" I asked as I stepped out of my pajama pants. They'd been around my ankles up to this point.

Liv tilted her head to the side as she peeled her panties down and tossed them to me. "We didn't really talk about guidelines, or what dos and don'ts are." She paused and spread her legs wider, letting me see her pretty mocha brown pussy. Her lips were tucked in, her puffy vulva hiding most of them, drawing a stark contrast to Tate's pink curtains. I found myself loving them both. I looked forward to licking Liv, but I enjoyed watching Tate squirm when I sucked lips into my mouth.

"I could think of worse ways to spend my evening," I chuckled. "What kind of asshole doesn't reciprocate, anyway?" I asked as I settled between her spread thighs. I sank down, kissing her bellies, her hips, and inner thighs. She was already arching her back at my gentle touches.

She played with her medium-sized tits as she looked down her body at me. "Are you going to eat me slowly and make me beg for more, or are you going to abuse my clit until I try to run away?"

"Hmm..." I pondered aloud as I kissed her mound and blew a stream of cool air over her clit, making her moan. "I might start out like this," I whispered, sticking out my tongue and flattening it, rolling my neck to lick her ever so slowly from opening to clit. I did it three times, and little Livvy was already cooing softly.

"Yeah, that's nice. Make love to it," Liv encouraged softly, rolling her abs so she could put her hands in my curly hair. She didn't pull me into it, just rubbed my scalp.

I sighed as I started to be able to taste her better, and it took all my self-control to keep my pace slow and steady. I didn't want her to get bored, so I braced myself on my elbows and used my fingers to spread her vulva apart, showing me those little inner pedals. I did my best to lick each one separately. She was so tight that it was an impossible task, but it was fun to try.

"Oh my God, Char, that feels so good," Olivia moaned, her hands starting to pull my hair ever so slightly. She pulled a little more when I flattened my tongue again and licked her labia together, focusing on just those little curtains, avoiding anything else. I tried to give her the most isolated pleasure I could, and her sharp breathing told me I was doing pretty good.

I started to get the feeling that Liv was a talker, but I liked to focus and try to read her ques. "My clit, Char. I'm so strung up right now. Please lick my clit and make me cum. I want to cum so bad," she whined, and I tried to hide a victorious, cocky smirk.

I moved my mouth away, licked my index finger and ran it up and down her slimy lips before easing itn, making her breathe in deeply.

"Fuck, you're such a tease!" Olivia bemoaned as I slipped that finger all the way. I didn't move my mouth to her clitoral hood until I couldn't get my finger any deeper. When I hit maximum depth, I licked around her clit everywhere but that little bud, driving her absolutely insane.

"Please! Just lick my fucking clit already. Oh my God!" She was starting to push her hips up, trying to put my tongue where she wanted it as I started to alternate my finger movements between stroking her g-spot and circling around my deepest reach. "Please, for the love of GaWD!" I made her squeak as I sucked her clit between my lips and ran my tongue over it, making her back shoot off the couch.

I had to use my free hand to push on her belly, putting her back down onto the couch as I continued to apply light suction on her sensitive button, and I slipped in a second finger to get her ready for me.

Liv continued to try to keep her breathing in check, but failed as she tried to come off the couch again like something out of a horror movie when I made her cum, a river of delicious liquid running into my mouth. I let her clit go and pulled my fingers out of the Filipino dam and attached my lips to hers, catching all of her that I could.

Once I was sure she was done, I kept licking her just to clean her up and to help her easily come back to Earth.

I got up back to my knees and wiped her sheen from my mouth. "Did I do okay?" I asked. It was a way different method than I usually used with Tate. Tate was a lot more insatiable and liked it hard and almost aggressive nine times out of 10.

"That was incredible, Char," Liv told me softly, a sweet smile on her face. "I'm not used to being sensually eaten like that. I've never had a guy with such... focused avenues," she giggled. "The way you would focus on one part of me at a time, and pay such close attention to what I needed while still pinning me down, just... fuuuuck!" she moaned and played with her poky nipples under her shirt.

I looked down at my crotch and my cock was still so proudly standing, hard and twitching, almost painfully so. "I've never taken a performance enhancer before, so I have no idea how long this is going to hang around," I chuckled nervously, looking at Liv, hoping to find understanding.

Instead of understanding, I saw a wolfish hunger on that cute face. "I have a way to help release it, at least a little," she said teasingly as she flicked her hands at the wrists, motioning for me to get off the couch. Once I gave her the whole sofa to work with, she got on her knees, turned her back to me and grabbed the back of the couch, aiming her ass at me. "C'mon, put it in me. I don't think either of us could be anymore prepared for it," she goaded me.

"Just let me know when to pull out, okay?" I checked in as I shuffled right up to the couch, my ankles hitting it as I set my cockhead between her wet and ready pussy lips, her asshole and her concave lower back looking right at me. I grabbed her hips and ever so slowly slid into her, pulling her back in to bring her halfway until I was fully sheathed.

"Oh my God, Charlton," she whispered huskily, dropping her head between her braced arms as I let her get used to me invading her. "Can I confess something?" she asked, and I just let out a little grunt as I started to retract, feeling her wet, tight pussy gripping me, like it didn't want me to go. "I've wondered for a while what you felt like."

I groaned at that and slid back in a little faster than the first time. "Liv..." I warned. As far as I knew, we were just friends, still. I was blowing off pent up loneliness and she was reaping the rewards of winning a bet. "Don't say anything that'll complicate this. Please," I pleaded as I held myself in her, buried deep as I could go, and she got all of that feeling by gently thrusting her hips to change my depth and angle by mere centimeters.

"I understand that the three of us will have to... urgh... talk about this," she said slowly, losing her ability to speak a little more as I started to move a little faster, and I knew her bowed back with the angle of my cock was dragging the bottom of my length against her g-spot with every movement. "I get the feeling, fuck, that this... oh shit... won't be the only time," she rushed out as she got the point that my quicker, deeper movements were trying to get her to shut up.

I loved Liv like one of my besties, but I was already so on the fence about this, that I didn't need anything extra clouding my mind. I focused on the task at hand, digging my fingers into the flesh of her hips and started to fuck her like I meant it.

"Oh yeah, that's it!" Liv encouraged, throwing her head back and letting out a guttural moan as she stopped trying to meet my thrusts and started to let me drive, manhandling her, pushing and pulling her lithe body where I needed it to go.

"You just had to fucking drug me, huh?" I chuckled as I started to pump hard and fast, like I'd fuck Tate after one of us hadn't seen each other for months. My thighs slapped against hers as I bottomed out every time, pushing the breath out of her, and she took it like a champ.

"I want to cum again, Char. Please make me cum again!" Olivia pleaded as I kept smashing her. I pulled out of her without warning, making her gasp at the sudden, unexpected loss. I pulled her to me, her back flush against my back. I reached around to her front and speared three fingers easily and violently worked her clit with my other hand's thumb, making her cry out.

Liv slipped her hands under her shirts and played with her nipples as I pushed her violently towards her second orgasm. She was sobbing with how fast and hard I pumped her pussy. I could feel her wetness sloshing inside of her, I could hear it, and it was soaking my fingers.

Her entire body tensed and I had to put my chin on her shoulder, her hands in my hair to keep her from falling forward as a string of unintelligible things fell from her mouth, followed by a sharp cry as I brought her to a second, even stronger orgasm.

I was finding out she liked it almost as rough as Tate. Maybe she was as dirty as she was in her songs. When the three of us hung out, she was far more reserved than Tate. Testing my theory, as soon as she was done crying out, I pulled my fingers out and my hands away, and pushed her over to fall sideways on the couch.

Liv was practically limp, so I had little problem laying her down and then pulling up on her hips. I settled behind her and draped my body over her and pushed her leg over the edge of the couch, opening her abused pussy to me and I drove in easily, groaning while she only moaned. I started fucking her savagely, trying to get rid of my blood-filled hard-on that she had drugged me into. It was her problem now as I fucked into her oversensitized cunt.

"Fuck, you do feel good," I chuckled as I put both of my hands on either side of her head like I was doing a push-up as I kept flicking my hips.

I have no idea how long I fucked her like this, but it must have been a while because I was properly sweating and she was starting to come to again.

"Char..." she said weakly, and I slowed down, waiting for her to tell me to cool my jets or to stop. Instead, she breathed out a quiet, "Fucking breed me."

That simple demand snapped something in me, and I pressed a hand down between her shoulders and I fucked her even harder, as much as I could like a territorial ape. I think I actually started pounding her harder than I ever did Tate.

"I feel it. I'm finally going to cum!" I warned her, but didn't slow down.

Liv reached behind me slowly, still foggy. I thought she might try to push me off of her, but she grabbed my ass and pushed down. "Cum inside me."

I groaned, deep in my throat and kept pushing, getting tired and my abs sore, but I refused to let up. Thankfully, my balls couldn't get any tighter and I was robbed of control as my drug-fueled load finally hit pay dirt and I shot inside her.

Despite her being barely able to move, I felt Olivia Rodrigo's kegels spasm and milk my cock. She was barely able to speak, but her body jolted like a fish out of water as she had a third orgasm.

Between her pussy squeezing me out and the force of my own orgasm, my cock slipped out and half of my deposit shot onto her ass and pussy lips. I pushed off and jerked myself, painting her ass and lower back ass even more.

After pulling out my biggest load ever, I fell back, falling onto Olivia's legs, her foot on my shoulder blade. Once I could breathe and see again, I slid myself off the couch and sat next to the couch. I brushed sweaty dark hair away from her eyes. "Are you okay?"

Olivia let out a weak giggle and held up a thumbs-up before her arm flapped back down. "Fuck," she groaned.

I leaned my back against the couch and joined Liv in a much needed recovery, knowing that my cum was trickling out of her pussy and drying on her back and ass as we rested. "Liv?"

"Hmm?"

"We forgot to record it."

Liv let out a hoarse chuckle. "Tate was watching the whole thing from the security feed app."

"Ah," I said, too tired to form any more words. I heard my phone going off from my discarded pajama pants, and I crawled away to grab it, and Olivia took the chance to swat my ass like a lazy cat trying to catch a butterfly.

It was a video call from Tate. I answered it and saw her smiling face, and a bunch of others behind her! Dancers, crew?

"So it looks like you had fun!" she said with a big grin. We enjoyed watching. Tell Liv I said fantastic job."

I looked over my shoulder and saw that she had fallen asleep. "I'll tell her when she wakes up," I chuckled.

"You fucked Livvy Rodrigo into a coma!" Tate laughed and our surprise audience laughed with her. "Well tell her I said she's a star when she wakes up. Tell her I also can't wait for her to hear what her punishment for losing the dare is."