Chapter Twenty-Nine
Hailey
I lean back against the couch, letting my gaze linger on Liam’s lips before shifting to Knox’s intense stare. “Kiss me. Both
of you. But make it count—no holding back.”
Liam’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he moves first, his finger trailing up from my collarbone to tilt my chin toward him.
His mouth captures mine in a slow, teasing kiss that has me leaning into him before I even realize I’m doing it. My hand finds
the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
Then Knox’s grip on my thigh tightens, and he leans in, waiting until Liam pulls back just enough. His kiss is different—hungrier,
more demanding, like he’s been holding this in all night. I gasp against his lips, caught between them, the world narrowing
to just the three of us and this heat building between us.
As Knox deepens the kiss, his hand slides higher up my thigh, fingers pressing into my skin with a possessiveness that makes
something low in my belly tighten. I break away for a breath, only to find Liam watching us with that infuriating grin. He
doesn’t wait for an invitation; instead, he leans in again, this time brushing his lips against my neck while Knox claims
my mouth once more. It’s almost too much—Liam’s gentle nips along my collarbone, Knox’s tongue demanding everything I have.
I arch into them, my hands roaming freely now, one tangling in Liam’s hair, the other gripping Knox’s shoulder for stability.
“More,” I murmur between kisses, the word barely escaping before Liam captures my lips again, his free hand slipping under my shirt to trace the curve of my waist. The heat between us builds with every touch, every breath.
Knox pulls back slightly, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell us what you want next, Hailey,” he whispers. I meet his gaze,
then Liam’s, feeling bold and more myself than I’ve ever been. “Everything,” I say, pulling them both closer, ready to lose
myself in whatever comes next.
Their hands are everywhere now, no hesitation left. Liam’s fingers trail along my skin under my shirt, inching upward until
they brush the lace of my bra, his touch light but insistent, drawing a soft moan from my throat. Knox, not one to be outdone,
mirrors him on the other side, his palm sliding up my thigh to the hem of my shorts, teasing the edge as if testing my limits.
I shift against the couch, my body craving more contact. They’re both naked, but I want more.
I reach out to pull Liam back in for a kiss while my other hand trails down Knox’s chest, fingers mapping the hard muscle
there. His skin is warm, slightly damp with sweat, and I love the way he shudders under my touch.
Liam breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower still, until his mouth finds the swell
of my breast. He teases the sensitive peak with his tongue, and I actually whimper—Knox mirrors him on the other side, their
mouths working in tandem, and holy shit. My hands fist in their hair, holding them there, urging them on as I arch my back
off the couch.
I’m drowning in it, a symphony of lips and tongues and hands that leaves me breathless. Knox’s fingers dip lower, tracing
patterns on my inner thigh before reaching where I ache for him most. He strokes me gently at first, then with more purpose,
building something I can feel in my fucking teeth. Liam’s hand joins in, exploring my curves, pinching and caressing in ways
that make me moan louder, my hips bucking instinctively.
“I like seeing you boys share,” I manage.
“We’re just getting started,” Liam says as his fingers hook under the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down slowly, inch by inch, exposing more of me to them.
Knox’s eyes darken with approval, his strokes growing bolder, more insistent, as he watches Liam undress me. I gasp at the
cool air on my heated skin, but it’s quickly replaced by the warmth of their bodies pressing closer.
Once my shorts are gone, tossed aside with my panties, I’m fully exposed to them, vulnerable yet empowered by the way their
eyes take me in. Liam’s mouth returns to my breast, sucking gently while his hand slides between my legs, joining Knox’s in
a rhythm that has me losing my mind. Their fingers work together to tease my clit, circling and pressing in perfect harmony,
building the pressure inside me until I’m panting, my nails digging into their shoulders.
Oh my god, is this really happening? Is this—
All thought disappears as their fingers push deeper, Knox’s thick digits sliding inside me while Liam’s thumb circles my clit.
I moan their names, the sounds blending into a desperate plea, my hips rocking to meet their rhythm. The couch creaks beneath
us, but I barely notice, too far gone to care.
Liam lifts his head from my breast, his lips glistening as he captures my mouth again, swallowing my cries. His free hand
cups my face, thumb brushing my cheek in a surprisingly tender contrast to the intensity below. Knox groans against my skin,
his mouth moving to my earlobe, nipping it lightly before whispering, “You’re so wet for us, Hailey. Let go.”
I do, surrendering completely as my orgasm tears through me. My muscles clench around Knox’s fingers, and I’m gone, crying
out as the pleasure wrecks me. They don’t stop, drawing it out, prolonging it until I’m trembling, boneless against the cushions.
As the aftershocks fade, I open my eyes to find them both watching me, satisfaction mixing with something hungrier on their
faces.
“Kiss,” I command on a pant. I want to see them kiss inches from me. For me.
Liam leans in first, his breath still ragged from our shared heat, and Knox meets him halfway, their faces inches from mine.
I watch, mesmerized, as their lips brush tentatively at first, then crash together with an intensity that makes my spent body
clench. It’s beautiful—Liam’s playful energy yielding to Knox’s dominance, their mouths moving in a fierce, open-mouthed kiss
that echoes the hunger they’ve just unleashed on me. I can feel the vibration of their low groans against my skin, so close
that their stubbled cheeks graze my nose, my lips, pulling me into the moment like I’m part of it.
My hands slide up their necks, fingers weaving into their hair to hold them there, guiding the kiss as if it’s my own creation.
Knox’s tongue claims Liam’s, and Liam responds with a soft moan that sends renewed heat through me. They’re doing this for
me, because I asked, and the power of that is a rush all its own. I lean in closer, my lips brushing the corner where their
mouths meet, tasting the salt of their skin mingled together. The kiss intensifies, their breaths mingling with mine as I
dart my tongue out to join them, turning it into a messy, shared tangle of lips and heat.
“I want to watch you two fuck.”
Liam hesitates for a split second, his eyes flicking to Knox, but there’s a spark of intrigue there, mixed with the lingering
heat from our kiss. Knox doesn’t waver; his gaze locks on to Liam’s, and he nods like this is just another layer of the game
we’ve all plunged into.
“All right,” Knox says, shifting his body to face Liam more fully. I’m still sandwiched between them on the couch, my skin
buzzing from the afterglow, but now want coils tight in my belly as I watch them. Knox reaches out, his hand cupping the back
of Liam’s neck, pulling him in with that same possessive grip he used on me earlier. Their lips meet again, but this time
it’s so much more than just a kiss.
I scoot back a little to give them space, my breath catching as Knox’s other hand trails down Liam’s chest, fingers splaying over his abs before dipping lower.
Liam groans into the kiss, his body arching toward Knox, and I can see how hard he is, straining.
It’s mesmerizing, the way Knox takes control, guiding Liam onto his back against the cushions, their bodies aligning in a tangle of limbs.
Knox breaks the kiss to glance at me, his eyes hooded. “This what you want to see?” he asks, but it’s not really a question—more
like confirmation as he positions himself between Liam’s legs, his hand wrapping around Liam’s cock with a firm stroke that
makes Liam’s hips buck.
“Yes,” I whisper, pulse pounding as I lean in closer, not wanting to miss a single detail. Knox’s grip tightens, stroking
Liam with maddening slowness that draws out a low, throaty moan from him, his head falling back against the couch, eyes half-closed
in bliss. The sight of them like this—Knox’s powerful frame hovering over Liam’s leaner one, their skin flushed and glistening—does
something to me, a thrill that makes my thighs clench.
Knox stands from the couch, walks to the bathroom, and is back with a condom and lube before I can even steady my breathing.
I watch, my pulse still erratic from the climax they gave me, as Knox tears open the condom packet with his teeth, rolling
it on with a practiced ease that shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Liam props himself up on his elbows, eyes locked on Knox, a
mix of nerves and excitement flickering across his face that I can practically feel radiating off him.
Knox kneels back on the couch, squeezing lube into his palm and warming it before reaching down to prepare Liam, his fingers
gentle but insistent. Liam hisses at the contact, his body tensing then relaxing as Knox works him open, saying something
low that I can’t quite catch—maybe encouragement, maybe a tease. I shift closer, my hand trailing idly over my own thigh,
unable to look away. It’s intimate, and I love the sound Liam makes, how his fingers grip the cushions.
“Ready?” Knox asks, and Liam nods, pulling Knox down for a quick, fierce kiss before guiding him into position.
I hold my breath as Knox presses forward, slow and careful, their bodies joining in a way that makes Liam gasp, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before fluttering open to meet mine.
There’s something charged between all of us, Knox’s hips rocking in a steady rhythm that builds, his hand braced on Liam’s shoulder for leverage.
I lean in, my fingers brushing Liam’s arm, feeling the tremor there as he moans, the sound going straight through me. Knox
picks up the pace, thrusting deeper, and Liam arches up to meet him, their skin slapping together in a hypnotic cadence. It’s
beautiful and intense, Knox’s muscles flexing with each movement, Liam’s face lost in pleasure that’s almost too much to watch
without touching myself. So I do, my hand slipping between my legs to match their rhythm, circling my still-sensitive clit
as I drink in every detail—the sweat beading on Knox’s brow, the way Liam’s toes curl against the couch.
“Fuck, Hailey,” Liam pants, reaching out to grab my hand, pulling it to his chest. “This is . . . because of you.” His words
dissolve into another groan as Knox hits just the right spot, and I squeeze his hand, my own arousal spiking, the three of
us linked in this wild, unspoken pact.
I take hold of Liam’s cock as Knox is buried in his ass.
My fingers wrap around him, feeling the heat and the throb against my palm, syncing with the rhythm Knox sets as he drives
into Liam again and again. Liam’s eyes lock onto mine, wide and glassy with the overload of sensations, and he bucks up into
my hand, a desperate whine escaping his lips that makes my core clench in response. I stroke him firmly, matching Knox’s thrusts,
twisting my wrist at the tip just to hear that sound again, to see his body tense and arch like he’s chasing every bit of
pleasure we can give him.
Knox glances down at me, fierce and approving, sweat trickling down his temple as he snaps his hips forward harder, the force
of it jolting through Liam and into my touch. Liam’s cock pulses in my hand, slick with pre-cum, and I speed up, loving the
way he writhes between us, caught in this.
I can’t resist dipping my head to taste him, my tongue flicking out to swirl around the head while my hand keeps pumping. Liam curses under his breath, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding me there as Knox groans above us.
Knox reaches down, his hand covering mine on Liam’s cock, guiding my strokes with his own, our fingers interlocking in a messy,
shared grip that amps everything up. “Come for us,” Knox growls, and Liam does, breaking apart with a cry that echoes through
the room. His release spills hot over our joined hands, his body convulsing as Knox follows him seconds later, thrusting deep
one last time with a groan that shudders through all of us.
We collapse in a heap, limbs entangled, breaths ragged and syncing as the haze settles. I press lazy kisses to Liam’s shoulder,
then Knox’s arm, savoring the aftertaste of our last night of peace.