Chapter Twenty-Five
Liam
We’re a mess of hands and mouths as we move toward the mattress. Knox lifts Hailey like she weighs nothing, her legs wrapping
around his waist, and I follow close behind, my palm sliding up her spine, unable to stop touching her. They tumble onto the
bed and I’m right there with them, pulling at clothes, finding warm skin beneath.
Knox has her pinned beneath him, his mouth on her throat, and she’s arching into it, one hand fisted in his hair, the other
reaching back for me. I catch her fingers, kiss her knuckles, then let go so I can yank my shirt over my head.
She turns her head, finds me watching. “Get over here.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I watch for a beat before joining them, slipping in on her other side. My fingers trail up her thigh, under the blanket, feeling
the warmth of her skin, the way she arches instinctively into my touch. She breaks the kiss with Knox, turning to me, surprise
melting into a sly smile.
I chuckle softly, my hand sliding higher, finding her already damp, ready. “This is a fucking dream,” I whisper, nipping at
her earlobe. “Both of you at once.” Knox’s laugh rumbles beside us, his hands working her shirt up, exposing her breasts to
the cool air. She gasps, but it’s not from the chill—it’s from the way his tongue swirls over a nipple while I dip my fingers
between her legs, stroking slow circles that make her hips buck.
She’s responsive, fuck, so alive under our hands, her breaths coming faster as we work in tandem. I can feel Knox’s gaze on me over her body, that same fire from before, like this is the mission we’ve both been waiting for.
Hailey moans into my mouth as I kiss her, her tongue tangling with mine while my fingers delve deeper, curling inside her
wetness, feeling her walls pulse around me. She’s drenched, slick from whatever thoughts she was having, and now we’re turning
them real. Knox shifts, his mouth moving to her other breast, sucking hard enough to make her back bow off the bed, her hand
fisting in my hair as she pulls me closer.
“Fuck, you guys,” she whispers, voice breathy and broken, her hips grinding against my hand like she’s chasing the edge already.
I add a third finger, stretching her, thumb circling her clit in firm strokes that have her whimpering, the sound muffled
against my lips.
“I have to stretch this pussy of yours, baby. Make room for both of us,” I warn.
She gasps at my words, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and excitement, body clenching around my fingers like she’s already
imagining it. Knox pulls back from her breast, his grin wicked as he meets my gaze over her shoulder, nodding once in silent
agreement. We’ve always been on the same wavelength, and this? This is no different.
I keep working her, thrusting my fingers deeper, scissoring them to open her up, feeling her wet heat coat my hand. Her moans
grow louder, but I shush her with another kiss, swallowing the sounds while Knox’s hands roam her body, pinching and teasing
her nipples until they’re hard peaks. She’s writhing between us now, legs spreading wider, inviting more, her nails digging
into my arm as she rides my hand.
“Fuck, you’re soaking,” I moan against her lips, pulling my fingers out just enough to add pressure with my thumb on her clit, circling faster. She bucks, a whimper escaping, and Knox chuckles low, his voice vibrating against her skin. “Easy, pretty girl. We’ve got you.”
Hailey’s response is a shuddering gasp, her body arching like a bowstring pulled taut, and I can feel her getting closer,
her inner muscles fluttering around my fingers with every thrust.
Knox watches us, his eyes hungry, then he leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me help you stretch her,” he murmurs,
and before I can respond, his hand joins mine between her thighs, his fingers sliding in alongside mine, thick and insistent.
The sensation of us both inside her—our knuckles brushing, working together to fill her up—sends a jolt through me, my cock
twitching in need against her hip.
She cries out, the sound tender and desperate, her head thrown back against the pillow as we pump in unison, our rhythms syncing
like we’ve done this a hundred times. “Oh god, yes,” she pants, her voice breaking on the words, hands clutching at the sheets,
at my shoulder, at anything to anchor her. I can smell her arousal, thick in the air, mixing with the faint smoke from the
fire, and it’s intoxicating, making my head spin.
I capture her mouth again, kissing her hard while our fingers drive deeper, faster, stretching her limits. Knox’s free hand
finds my thigh, squeezing in silent encouragement, and I know he’s feeling it too—this electric pull between all three of
us, turning the room into a haze of heat and need. Her climax builds like a storm, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts,
and when she shatters, it’s with a muffled scream against my lips, her body convulsing, clenching down on us so tight it almost
hurts.
We don’t stop, though, riding her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she’s boneless and gasping, her eyes glazed
with pleasure. Knox pulls his fingers free first, wet and shining, and brings them to his mouth, tasting her with a low groan
that makes my gut tighten. I follow suit, sucking her essence from my skin, the flavor salty-sweet and addictive.
“Think she’s ready?” Knox asks, gaze locked on mine as he positions himself behind her, his hardness pressing against her ass.
I nod, shifting to face her, my own erection throbbing with anticipation.
Hailey looks between us, cheeks flushed, lips parted in a mix of exhaustion and eager want, and whispers, “Please.”
“As much as I want to drive myself into this ass of yours,” Knox says, “it’s far from ready to take me.”
“We’ve got all night to prep her properly,” I agree. My hand trails down her side, fingers ghosting over the curve of her
ass, feeling the way she tenses and then relaxes under my touch, like she’s already surrendering to the idea.
She whimpers softly, shifting between us, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her release. “You two are going to
ruin me,” she purrs, but there’s no fear in it—just hungry anticipation that makes my cock ache harder against her thigh.
I lean in, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss, tasting the remnants of her moans, while Knox’s hands explore her from
behind, kneading the soft flesh of her cheeks, spreading them gently as if testing the waters.
“Damn right we are,” Knox growls, his breath hot on her neck, and I feel his fingers dip lower, circling that tight ring of
muscle with deliberate care, not pushing in yet, just teasing, lubing her up with the slickness we’ve already drawn from her
pussy. She gasps into my mouth, her hips rocking back instinctively, pressing against him, and I swallow the sound, my own
hand joining his now, mirroring his movements to ease her open bit by bit.
It’s surreal, feeling our fingers brush again, this time in a new territory, her body yielding slowly under the dual assault.
I break the kiss to watch her face, the way her brows knit in concentration, lips parting on a shaky exhale. “Breathe, baby,”
I coach, my thumb stroking her clit to distract from any discomfort, reigniting that fire in her core. She nods, eyes locking
onto mine, trust shining through the haze of lust, and it hits me how perfect this is—us three, tangled in this unfiltered
need.
“Grab the lube and condoms from the bathroom,” Knox directs, and I quickly comply.
“Got it,” I say as I kneel back onto the bed, popping the cap and squeezing a generous amount onto my fingers. Knox mirrors
me, coating his own, and we lock eyes again, that unspoken sync kicking in. Hailey watches us, her teeth sinking into her
bottom lip, body quivering with a mix of nerves and desire as I settle in front of her, pulling her leg over my thigh to open
her up more.
I start slow, my lubed fingers circling her entrance first, then trailing back to that tighter spot, pressing gently against
the resistance. She inhales sharply, but I lean in to kiss her neck, groaning, “Relax for me, baby. We’ll go easy.” Knox’s
hand joins mine from the other side, his finger probing alongside, and I feel her tense, then melt as we work in tandem, easing
in just the tip, stretching her with careful patience.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Knox rasps, his free arm wrapping around her waist to hold her steady while I keep up the distraction,
my thumb finding her clit again, rubbing in lazy circles that make her moan and push back against us. Her heat envelops our
fingers, pulling us deeper inch by inch, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me, my cock throbbing painfully now, begging
for attention.
She’s panting, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails biting into my skin as we add more lube, thrusting shallowly to open
her further. “You feel so good like this,” I whisper against her ear, nipping the lobe, tasting the salt of her sweat. Knox
chuckles darkly, his breath fanning over us both, and I catch the way his eyes flick to mine, hungry and approving, like this
is sealing some pact we’ve always known was there.
Hailey’s whimpers turn to pleas, her body rocking between us, chasing the fullness, and when we slide in deeper, coordinated
and relentless, she cries out, the sound muffled as I claim her mouth again, swallowing her ecstasy. We’re in rhythm now,
fingers pumping steadily, preparing her for what’s next.
“I’m ready,” she pants. “So ready.”
Knox and I exchange a glance, our fingers still buried inside her, feeling the way she clenches around us, hot and eager.
“You heard her,” he says, pulling out slowly before grabbing a condom, then slicking himself up generously.
I do the same, coating my length until it glistens, my heart pounding as I position myself in front of her, guiding her leg higher over my hip.
She reaches for me, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking once, twice, making me hiss through my teeth. “Take me
first,” she murmurs, eyes locked on mine, bold and breathless. I nod, lining up at her entrance, pushing in inch by inch,
her pussy welcoming me with that tight, wet heat that nearly undoes me right then. She moans, long and low, her walls fluttering
as I seat myself fully, holding still to let her adjust while Knox presses against her from behind.
I can feel him there, the pressure building as he starts to ease in, his tip breaching that stretched ring we’ve prepped so
carefully. Hailey’s breath catches, her nails digging into my back, but she doesn’t pull away—she pushes back, taking him
deeper, her body trembling between us like a live wire. “Oh fuck,” I groan, the sensation of him sliding in alongside me,
separated only by that thin barrier, sending sparks up my spine. It’s intense, overwhelming, our cocks filling her completely,
rubbing against each other through her.
Knox grunts, his hand gripping her hip, steadying us all as he bottoms out, and for a moment, we just stay like that, connected
in this impossible way, breaths syncing in the dim light. She whimpers, shifting slightly, and that’s all it takes—we start
to move, slow at first, alternating thrusts that have her gasping, her head falling back against Knox’s shoulder. I capture
her mouth, kissing her fiercely, tasting her cries as I rock into her, feeling every inch of Knox’s movements amplifying my
own.
“God, you’re so full,” I whisper against her lips, my hand slipping between us to tease her clit, circling it in time with our rhythm.
She shudders, clenching down hard, drawing groans from both of us, and Knox picks up the pace, his free hand finding my ass, squeezing in that rough, possessive way that blurs the lines even more.
The friction builds, heat coiling low in my gut, and I know none of us will last long like this—it’s too much, too perfect, her body milking us as we claim her together.
Her moans turn frantic, body arching, and when she comes, it’s explosive, her inner muscles pulsing wildly, pulling us right
over the edge with her. I spill deep inside, groaning her name, feeling Knox do the same, his thrusts erratic until we’re
all spent, collapsing in a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths, the fire crackling softly in the background like applause.