18. Liam
CHAPTER 18
Liam
I should have known Harrison would piss me off and turn me on all at the same time.
Even as I was trying to tell him I want to be with him, he was fighting with me about it.
Standing in the hallway of his giant house with a throbbing dick and staring at a literal sea of doors, I glare at him. “How many fucking bedrooms does one man need?”
I thought he would just jump at the chance to fuck me, but he caught me off guard by probing into my feelings. I also thought I was being pretty damn clear about where my head and heart are at, but he wanted more. Nothing shocking there—Harrison wants more of something.
He’s going to get more. He will get all the more he can fucking handle.
Harrison stops in front of a door and throws it open. “We’ll start here tonight and then fuck our way down the hall until we run out of rooms.”
My cock immediately jumps in my jeans. “Then start all over again?”
“Depends on how many days you plan on staying.”
If he keeps looking at me the way he is, it’s going to be really damn hard to go back to L.A. any time soon.
Just to keep the upper hand, I lean in and kiss Harrison, hard. Right when he’s growling and reaching to tug me against him, I step back. “Get in there,” I growl, slapping his tight ass.
His nostrils flare, but he obeys.
I love this dynamic between us. I love bringing such a tall, sexy, confident man to his knees.
Literally.
But this isn’t just about us. As Harrison enters the bedroom, I turn and reach for Ivy’s hand. She takes it but she glances back at Ford. I know this is an important moment. This is about all four of us enjoying ourselves. I’m sharing Ivy, not staking a claim.
I know what we have.
Having Ford give her pleasure doesn’t take away from my relationship with Ivy. Giving her what she wants—hell, needs—is part of loving her. This is an enhancement.
Ford needs to understand that clearly.
So I tell him, “Give Ivy a kiss.”
He doesn’t hesitate.
Ford cups her cheek and takes her mouth in a hot press of his lips to hers. Ivy’s fingers tighten on mine and it makes my body tense with lust. I’ve seen Ford kiss her, but never like this, watching, yet still touching her.
Her free hand wraps around his neck and I shift in behind her, dropping my hands to her waist. I briefly press my hard cock into the curve of her ass just to let her know how this is going to go. She’s going to be surrounded by her men all night.
Knotting my free fingers into the loose strands of her ponytail, I tug, which takes her mouth off of Ford’s mouth. Ivy gasps.
Ford understands the assignment. He drops his lips to trail kisses over her neck and down to the swell of her breasts. When she dips her head back on her own to give him further access, I’m satisfied.
Turning, I see Harrison is on the bed, and completely naked already, ankles crossed, hands behind his head.
“That was fast,” I say to him, taking my hand behind my head to yank my T-shirt off.
Harrison shrugs. “I was getting bored. Figured I’d speed things up.”
“You getting bored? Shocker. Maybe you should learn about delayed gratification.”
His eyebrows lift. “You’ll be the one to teach me?”
“Yes,” I say simply. I stalk toward the bed, but then I deliberately turn my back to Harrison and sit facing outward, spreading my legs apart. “Bring Ivy to me, Ford.”
Ford looks to Ivy for confirmation this is what she wants. She gives permission with a nod. He’s definitely the protector. Ivy’s always been really damn independent, but I can see how it makes her feel cherished, taken care of.
It’s not my strength, so I can appreciate what he does for her.
Harrison’s feet are close enough for me to reach back and tickle the arch of one, just so he knows I haven’t forgotten about him, but that in this bedroom foursome, he isn’t the star.
Ivy is.
She steps between my legs and puts her hands on my shoulders. She bends down to give me a light kiss and a soft smile.
“Take her dress off, Ford,” I say, caressing over her nipples and cupping her breasts.
Ford locks eyes with me over Ivy’s shoulder. His expression is stormy. “I didn’t agree for you to be the director.”
I was expecting pushback. With a raised eyebrow, I say, “Oh, you want her dress to stay on?”
He makes a sound of impatience.
But before he can do anything, Ivy takes matters into her own hands and lifts her dress off over her head and tosses it to the side.
“You’re not going to bicker with everyone,” she tells me sternly. But she ruins the force of it by smiling at me, wearing just her bra and panties.
All that bronze skin and tight curves has me running my hands all over her, easing her panties down to expose her pussy to me. I can never get enough of seeing Ivy naked.
“I’m not bickering, Ford is.” I push her panties past her hips and down to her knees.
“I’m about to bicker big time,” Harrison says from behind me. “William, you suck at this. Let Ford take over.”
His insults don’t bother or fluster me. It only ramps up the lust I feel for him. I can’t help it—the way he baits me constantly is so fucking hot, for whatever messed up reason. We’re definitely the fight and fuck types when we’re together.
“You’re good just watching, right?” I ask him.
“I can watch all fucking night.”
A glance back does show Harrison looks content to just lie there, but I know half of that is because he wants Ford to get his time with Ivy, and half of it is because I got under his skin with the comment about delayed gratification.
He wants to prove to me he can wait, even with a rock solid dick and tight balls.
Tense need is coiled up inside me, this crazy, unexpected concoction of lust for Harrison and Ivy. I want my girlfriend to be well fucked by this man she is deeply attracted to, yet I also want to exert my alpha dominance over Ford, which is not the right approach.
I can’t fuck this up so that she feels weird or doesn’t have a great time. She won’t be able to get him out of her system if I don’t give him equal playing time, nor will we be able to do this again if I make any of the three of them uncomfortable.
Hell, I’ve never done this before. I’ve had several menages with a man and a woman, and once with two guys, but never when there was this much emotionally on the line.
Not with the woman I love. Not with Ivy , who deserves everything she wants and more, especially after what Brad did to her.
And not with Harrison, who, even when he’s poking at me, makes me feel lighter, brighter. More alive.
There’s one shot to get this right. So even as I’m brushing my thumbs over Ivy’s soft folds, I swallow hard and tell Ford, “Ivy’s center stage. That’s all that matters to me. I don’t need to be in charge.”
Ford has been running his hands over her back, down over the curve of her ass while I tease at her tight clit. Her eyes have drifted closed and she’s starting to lightly rock her hips forward into my touch.
She’s in charge.
That’s the message here, whether she means to be giving it or not.
“Ivy’s center stage,” he says. “I one hundred percent fucking agree. So tell us, pretty girl, would you like it if I finger fuck you while Liam sucks your nipples?”
“Yes, I would definitely like that,” she breathes.
Ford looks to me and understanding passes between us.
We’re in this together. For her.
I drop my hand away from her clit and she gives a sigh of disappointment.
But then I reach around her back to undo her bra at the same time Ford slides his palm across her hip and eases his finger into her pussy. Ivy moans and digs her nails into my bare shoulders. Hearing her pleasure at Ford’s touch as I slide the straps of her bra down her arms has my mouth hot with need.
God, she’s so sexy and uninhibited. She’s arching her ass backward and leaning forward so that her nipples are at the perfect position for me to draw one of the tight buds between my lips and suck lightly.
“She’s so wet, boys,” Ford says. “Very, very ready already.”
“Have you been thinking about this all day, Ivy?” Harrison drawls from behind me. “Picturing yourself the perfect sexy little sandwich between two hot guys?”
“Yes,” she murmurs, as I continue to lick and suck and tease at first one nipple, then the other. “This feels so good.”
Her voice catches at the end of her sentence and I look up to see her eyes are wide. She’s watching Harrison. When I glance back, I see he’s roughly stroking his cock.
Ivy obviously enjoys the view. I do too.
Now who the fuck is suffering delayed gratification?
I’m painfully hard as Ivy pumps herself onto Ford’s fingers harder and Ford swears harshly under his breath. Squeezing her breasts, I push them together so I take both nipples into my mouth at once.
“Oh, God!” she exclaims.
“That’s it,” Harrison tells her. “Let yourself come, Ivy. You’re right there on the edge, I can see it on your face. Ford, slap her ass.”
“Is that what you want?” Ford asks. “My hand on your ass?”
I’m buried in her chest, my legs surrounding her, and I revel in the taste and touch of my sexy girlfriend. She’s giving tiny cries of pleasure now, the movement of her hips more frantic as she fucks Ford’s fingers.
“Do something,” she begs. “Please, Ford. Oh, God, Liam, that feels so good.”
Ford smacks her ass, and she jumps a little on a low gasp. “Like that?” he asks.
“ More .”
“That’s it,” Harrison says. “Tell him what you want.”
Ford complies, rhythmically smacking the soft curve of her ass as I suck her nipples.
It registers that I’m definitely not the one in charge here, but I don’t mind. If anything, it’s only enhancing the experience for me—to see how this combination of three men involved in pleasuring her has Ivy losing herself in the moment.
She’s a golden goddess right now, head back, lips parted as I glance up the length of her graceful neck.
When she shatters, our groans join hers.
“That’s it,” Harrison says. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
“Keep soaking me,” Ford demands. “Ride it out.”
I don’t say anything. My mouth is still wrapped around her nipples.
I’m not sure I would know what to say anyway.
I’m overwhelmed with love and pure raw lust that Ivy is getting to experience being with Ford exactly the way she wants to.
This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
And we’ve barely gotten started.
Once she settles back down, I pull back and release her breasts, breathing hard. She eases her grip on my shoulders and tumbles forward into my arms when Ford steps back away from her, sucking on his fingers. I kiss her softly, then shift her down on my lap.
“Look and see what you do to Ford,” I tell her, tilting her chin so she can see the man she can’t stop thinking about lapping up her essence.
Heat blooms on her cheeks, staining them a pretty flushed pink. “Oh, wow.” Then she leans against me, her voice a little shy. “What do we do now?”
I pet her hair, stroking down the golden strands, and easing her hair tie out so it can flow freely down over her shoulders.
“Ford is going to get undressed.”
“On it.” He’s instantly unbuttoning his shirt.
He was clearly dressed to be in front of diners, because he has on black pants and a button up shirt.
“Then once he’s ready, I’m going to put your mouth over his cock. You haven’t gotten to taste him yet, have you?”
Okay, so maybe I am making demands and ordering them around.
But it feels right, easy, a natural ebb and flow of the three of us focusing on Ivy.
“No. Not yet.” She wiggles a little on my lap.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
Ford is unzipping his pants now.
“What else would you like?” I lazily play with her nipples and spread her knees so I can tease at her pussy. She’s soaking and still quivering from her orgasm. It’s unreal how hot that is. “Damn, beautiful. Ford got you very wet, didn’t he?”
“He did. I need to be fucked, Liam. Soon.”
“Soon,” I agree. I look over at Ford. “You get first fuck, Ford. If that’s what you want.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ford spits out. He pumps his fist over his cock. “Hell, yes, that’s what I want.”
“On your knees,” I tell Ivy, setting her off of me. “Suck him until he’s ready.”
“I’m ready now,” Ford says.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I drawl, borrowing some of Harrison’s nonchalance.
Once Ivy is on her knees in front of Ford, I slip my finger around her chin and push it into her mouth, thrusting in and out to get wet. Ivy sucks eagerly. Then I drag her saliva over her lips and guide her head forward until she’s wrapped around Ford’s cock.
He groans, eyes drifting shut.
I turn and study Harrison. I’m still wearing my jeans, which is the only thing keeping me sane right now. My mouth is thick with desire and it feels like every nerve ending in my body is pulled taut, ready to snap. The view of Harrison’s muscular frame, that delicious dick rising high from his narrow hips, doesn’t help my situation.
I want him. “Get over here,” I demand, gaze shifting between him and the incredible view of Ivy taking Ford in and out of her mouth while he grips the back of her hair.
“Such a fucking bully, William,” Harrison complains.
But I note he does exactly what I tell him to.
“You love it. You love me.”
His eyes darken. “I do. But I also hate you a little.”
“Then you’re really going to hate what I’m going to do next.”
I unsnap my jeans and shove them down.