If anyone had asked Ophelia how it happened, she was sure she wouldn't be able to come up with a solid explanation. She found herself pinned between the brunette and his mattress, his lips littering kisses along her heated skin as her head tilted back against his pillow. Max's hand was placed strategically between her thighs, his fingers working against her core in a way that made her squirm. Her fingers curled into his short brown hair, rolling her hips upwards to gain just a little more friction. "You are so beautiful." He whispers softly against the shell of her ear, making her heart skip a beat. She wasn't exactly used to that kind of compliment, so every time his words met her ear, she felt her face heat up with a dark blush. He held her jaw in his free hand, continuing his trail of soft kisses along her neck. A low moan left her throat as he changed the rhythm of his fingers.
She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the loud ringing of the phone on Max's desk. The sound nearly made her jump out of her skin, but Max only groaned and reached over to press the power button twice - hanging up the call without looking to see who it was. "What if it's important?" Ophelia mumbles, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as his lips graze over her jaw. "Nothing's as important as you right now." He responds before bringing his lips to hers and kissing her gently. She had never in her life had someone be so passionate, yet so gentle with her. She adored the way he cared about her, and everytime she thought about it, it made her feel a little too giddy inside.
Not even a minute had passed before the phone began ringing again, and Ophelia lets out a breath. She reaches over and picks up his phone, bringing it up above her to see who was calling him. She narrowed her eyes, swiping the icon over to answer the FaceTime call. "What do you want?" She asks, biting back a moan as Max presses his fingers harder against her clit. "Why are you on Max's phone? Where is he?" Sam gives the girl an annoyed look through the screen, like she was the last person he wanted to see. "He's... busy." Ophelia says quietly as Max begins to trail his kisses lower and lower, moving down between her breasts, and over her stomach. "Please tell me you guys aren't fucking right now." Sam says under his breath, and Ophelia only gives him a small smirk. She didn't want to admit it, but she really was curious if he would be jealous.
"Why did you even pick up the phone?" He squints, watching her face as she glances down at Max. "Thought you'd like to see. Since you can't be here." She teases, her eyes fluttering shut and a moan slipping past her lips as Max's tongue makes contact with her clit. Sam's face turns a bright red as he says something to someone else in the room, then hurries to a different one and slams the door shut. "My fucking parents were in the room, James." He scolds, and she rolls her eyes, her hand returning to Max's hair. "I really don't fucking care." She says quietly, looking back up at him with her lips parted. Sam was silent for the next few moments, just studying her face as Max's lips worked against her, edging her closer and closer to her orgasm.
"You're such a whore. Making me watch while my best friend goes down on you?" Sam's voice was low, and Ophelia could tell the call was starting to affect him. "I'm not making you watch anything. You can hang up at any time, Sam." Ophelia's back arched off the bed, another moan falling from her lips as Max slipped two fingers inside of her. "Fuck." She hisses, trying to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Max's tongue flicks over her clit repeatedly, making the knot in her stomach tighten harder than she'd ever felt it. "Are you gonna join in on the fun or just watch?" Ophelia asks Sam, who let out a soft huff. "Come on, Sammy. You know you wanna touch yourself." She offers, swallowing back another moan. She could hear his belt hit the floor as he discarded it, and she could only assume he was removing his pants next. "I wish you could taste her, Sam." Max says, pulling his face away from between her legs to sit up. Ophelia couldn't see anything besides his face, but by his shortened breathing, she figured Sam's hand was probably wrapped around his cock. "Me too." Sam replies with a gruff tone. "I wanna fuck you so bad." Max mumbles, leaning down past his phone so he could kiss her again. "Then fuck me." Ophelia says, snaking her hand around the back of his neck as he grins down at her. He reaches out towards his desk drawer, pulling it open and grabbing a condom from inside. "You wanna watch Max fuck me?" Ophelia asks, a confidence in her voice that she had never heard before. Sam bites down on his bottom lip, "Mmhm." It came out as more of a whine, which made Ophelia's heart flutter in her chest.
Ophelia repositioned herself so she was on her hands and knees, setting the phone down against the headboard so Sam could see the two of them. Max positioned himself behind her, rolling the condom onto his length before placing his hands on her hips. Ophelia watched as Sam's lips parted slightly, all that she could see of his shoulder moving a bit quicker as Max lined himself up at her entrance. "Fuck her good for me, Max." Sam says, his breath hitching in his throat. "I plan to." Max says in agreement before slowly pushing himself inside of her. Ophelia sucked in a breath at the feeling of him filling her to the hilt, not giving her much time at all to adjust before he set his rhythm. Max let out a low groan as he gripped her hips a little tighter, holding her in place to make it easier for him to keep his rhythm. "Shit." Max exclaims, quickening his pace before too long, making Ophelia's knuckles grip the bedsheets below her.
Sam had an ecstatic expression on his face as he kept eye contact with Ophelia through the phone, watching her bounce back and forth with each of Max's thrusts. "Doesn't she feel like heaven?" Sam says lowly, like he didn't want his family to hear what he was saying. "So fucking perfect." Max praises in agreement, his groans mixing with Ophelia's - the mixture of the two filling the room with the sounds echoing off the walls. Ophelia's head drops as the newly familiar warm feeling spreads through her lower abdomen. She knew she wasn't going to last long considering how close she was when Max was going down on her, but she wanted to last for him. For them. "Harder." Ophelia whines, pushing herself back against Max in sync with his previously set rhythm. "Our girl likes it rough, huh?" Max says, his voice breathless as he spoke. His words formed an unfamiliar feeling deep in Ophelia's stomach. Our girl.
Sam let out a quiet whimper on the other end of the phone, and Ophelia hoped he was imagining it was him inside her instead of Max. He did just as she'd requested - he began snapping his hips back and forth probably as hard as he could, pushing into her with enough force to make her light-headed. "You look so fucking good like this, James." Sam grunts as her eyebrows furrow at the pleasure taking over her every muscle. She felt herself nearing closer and closer to the edge with every movement, knowing she couldn't possibly last much longer given the circumstances. Of course, Max had a big part in her ecstasy, but watching Sam as he got himself off to her probably would've been enough to make her finish on it's own. "You're gonna cum, aren't you?" Sam asks Ophelia, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as she nods frantically in response. "I'm so close." She moans out, her knuckles turning white as they curl harder into the sheets.
Ophelia could tell the two of them were getting closer too by the way their breaths became more frantic, and Max's rhythm became just a little sloppier. She could hear Sam's quiet moans through the phone, making her breath falter in her throat. She loved the sound of his moans. The tip of Max's length brushed perfectly against Ophelia's sweet spot, making her lose all control as a string of curses and their names left her lips. She gripped the sheets, trying as hard as she could to keep herself up as Max hit the spot over and over again. "You're such a whore." Sam spits out, letting out a throaty groan afterwards. Ophelia could tell he had finally reached his peak by the way his shoulders dropped in relaxation, and his head tipped back in delight. Her orgasm shook through her like an earthquake, her every muscle twitching with the overwhelming pleasure. It wasn't long before Max was tipping over the edge as well, pushing into her a bit rougher than he had before, but all of his rhythm was gone.
The second he was finished, Ophelia turned and collapsed onto her back. She breathed heavily, reaching behind her head to grab Max's phone, looking up at Sam as he readjusted himself into his jeans. Max leans down, kissing Ophelia softly before laying down beside her and looking up at the phone. "You didn't tell me how good she felt, Sam." Max says, tracing his fingers along Ophelia's abdomen. "I thought it could be my little secret." Sam shrugs, giving his friend a cocky smirk as he leans against the wall. "Just wish I was there. The things I'd give to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you can't see." Sam shakes his head slightly, his mind exploring the idea.
"The second I get that apology, you can do anything you want to me." Ophelia offers, making Max grin. His hand made its way around her jaw, making her look at him, "You're into some freaky shit, huh?" He asks quietly, running his thumb over her skin. "Hmm." Ophelia hums, "Never tried anything. But I'm always down to try anything once." She shrugs, hearing Sam sigh softly. She couldn't tell if he was jealous, or if he was just imaging doing certain things with her. "Anything, huh?" Sam asks under his breath, setting his phone against the counter and looking down at her. "Depends. What do you have in mind?" She raises her eyebrows, squinting her eyes in curiosity. "Just wait until I get there, Princess."
