Chapter 25 - Liam
twenty-five
Liam
Three Months Later
I don’t tell Padraig where I’m going.
I’m not ashamed.
He knows about my sordid sex life. I fuck plenty of women. Plenty of men. Alone. In pairs. Not always discreetly.
I haven’t done the one thing I’ve always craved.
One of each.
A cock and a cunt all at once.
God, how I’ve fantasized about it, though. A fever dream I can’t wake from.
Tonight, it all changes. I find them on Obsidian, a private, curated platform. It runs more like a virtual sex club than a dating app. Everyone’s vetted. Background checked. Health records updated. Video verified. No games. No guesswork.
Johan and Marin are looking for bisexual fun. A hot, fit man to take apart. Raw. No strings, no feelings.
Me.
They’re married. Mid-thirties. Profile pic is the two of them. Naked. Confident.
I can’t look away. They’re exactly who I need to pop my cherry.
It’s a goddamn match.
Their house sits above the lake, tucked behind high hedges and slatted cedar.
Marin answers the door barefoot in a black silk robe. It clings to her waist. Her eyes are violet-blue and filled with mischief. She wears her blonde hair coiled on top of her head.
“You’re Liam,” she beckons.
Not a question, so I don’t bother answering. I step inside and she lets me pass.
Jonah waits in the living room. No shirt. Black sweats. His eyes sweep over me, then he nods and motions me forward. Silently, I follow him to their bedroom, Marin is close behind me. When the door shuts behind us, he lifts his hand and points down. “Clothes off.”
Kicking off my boots, I strip fast. Shirt. Jeans. Boxer-briefs. I stand naked in front of them, rigid as a hammer handle. Why hide it? I’m well-endowed and I want them to see what they have to work with.
Marin bites her bottom lip.
Jonah walks forward and grabs my cock. “You okay to be restrained?”
I nod.
“Good.” He licks along the side of my neck.
I nearly come on the spot.
Together, they guide me to a padded bench in the center of the room. Leather. Metal cuffs built into the sides. I lie flat. Arms spread. Marin straps my wrists into place, smooth and snug.
Then she drops her robe.
No bra. No panties. Her body’s as perfect as I remember from the picture. Succulent tits. Smooth stomach. Pretty pink pussy. She walks toward me, eyes raking over my body like I belong to her.
Dropping to her knees, she spits on my cock. Wraps her fingers around the base possessively and draws me in. She growls as I hit her tongue, and the sound travels straight through my shaft, settling deep in my gut. Every inch of me longs to thrust, but she grips my thigh to hold me still.
My cock twitches, pulsing against the molten heat of her throat. She takes more, inch by inch, until her lips kiss the root and she’s essentially swallowed me.
Fuck.
This isn’t a blowjob. It’s a goddamn revelation. My eyes roll back in my head.
Behind her, Jonah strokes himself watching his wife choke on my dick. His cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen. Hard. Thick. For the first time in forever, I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Jesus. I love being watched like this.
Jonah steps in close and kneels, resting the head of his cock against my lips. I open instantly. His taste hits first. Salt. Musk. Bitterness. He shifts his hips forward. My jaw expands to its limit, forcing me to breathe through my nose.
My cock leaks across my stomach. I’m nowhere and everywhere at once. They’re taking me apart.
I’m close. Too close.
Suddenly, they both stop. Jonah eases out of my mouth. Marin kisses back up to the head of my cock, then lets it fall from her lips with a smile.
“Bedtime.” She unclips one wrist while Jonah frees the other.
I sit up too fast, breath caught somewhere in my chest. Jonah catches my arm, steady but firm. They guide me across the room to the bed dressed in soft black silk. Restraints hang loose from the corners.
I climb on, body humming, nerves shot. Ready for whatever comes next.
Marin straddles me, knees wide against the bed, guiding my cock to her pussy with one hand. She lowers herself until I’m buried in her. Her pussy’s grip is so snug I feel every drag, every shift, every little clench.
My hips jack up and she orders, “Don’t come. Not yet.”
I take a couple of breaths as Marin continues to ride me. Hips rolling but controlled. She leans forward, plants her hands on my chest and grinds down. Pert, brown nipples hover above my mouth.
The mattress dips behind us. Jonah spreads my thighs, his strong hands wrap beneath them and he lifts my ass up onto his lap tilted just so. I feel lube, cold against my rim. His fingers massage and prod. One, then two breach my hole. Twisting enough to make my cock throb inside her.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “He’s—fuck—”
“Don’t come,” Marin demands.
Her nails dig deeper into my chest, hips grinding in time with his penetrating fingers until he replaces them with his cock. My ass burns with the staggering sensation of him rooting into me while my cock’s still stuffed inside of her.
He grunts behind me, breaching inch by inch, until his hips meet my ass, balls slapping against me. I’m split open. Taken.
“Jesus—” I choke.
Marin licks her lips. “Let him fuck you with his ginormous cock, honey. He’s gonna make you see stars.”
Oh, yes he is. I’ve never felt more wanted. More free.
“Harder,” Marin demands.
Jonah grips my hips and rams home. The angle’s perfect. The thick head of his cock grinds over my prostate. Hot pressure lights my whole body up like a live wire.
I can’t hold back a second longer.
Stars? Shit, I’m gonna see the fucking universe.
I’m caught between them, his dick destroying my ass, her pussy gripping my cock.
Everything is wet and raw and too much in the best fucking way.
It’s like someone’s ignited a fuse straight to my spine.
I can’t catch my breath. Can’t stay quiet.
Pleasure roars through me. It’s insane. Overstimulating.
Fucking addictive.
Jonah splays my legs out and up, allowing him to go even deeper. The intensity is maddening, my prostate throbs around Jonah’s cock and the heat of his thrusts tip me into a place I didn’t know I could fall. My orgasm comes out of nowhere.
Fast. Brutal. Blinding.
My entire body seizes. Marin milks my cock through her own orgasm. Jonah slams into my ass, emptying his own load. None of us move at first. I’m shaking. Wrung out. Split open, filled at both ends.
I can’t think. Not really. Other than knowing there’s no way I can go home yet, I want more.
Jonah pulls out, chest heaving. He wipes a forearm across his mouth then reaches over to a tray set neatly on the nightstand. There’s a clean towel. A pack of wet wipes.
Of course there is.
Obviously, this isn’t their first time. They’re experienced and prepared. Knowing this turns me on more.
Jonah handles it without a word. Cleans himself first. Efficient, no hesitation. Then gently dabs the inside of my thighs. My hole. My cock, cleaning off lube and taint. It’s not tenderness. It’s something better.
Responsibility. Confidence. Control.
When he finishes, he dives between Marin’s legs.
She whimpers as he spreads her open with both hands, revealing my come seeping out of her.
He lowers his head, lapping at the mess I left behind.
She grabs the back of his head with both hands.
The slurping, ravenous sounds he makes as he cleans me out of her pussy shoots straight down my spine.
The keening sound I make is much louder than I mean it to be.
Jonah’s eyes lock on mine before they flick down to where I’m stroking myself. His cock’s also rising again, bobbing against his taut abs. Marin positions herself behind me. Her hand wraps around my cock and it only takes a couple of strokes until I’m rock hard.
“Now, I want both of you.” She motions to Jonah.
He nods and lies back against the headboard, cock pointed at the ceiling. Marin straddles him, facing me. He grabs her hips, slides into her with one slow push then tucks his arms under her thighs. Lifts her and eases her back until she’s lying against his chest, her legs draped over his.
Jonah meets my gaze over her shoulder and spreads her wider.
“Let’s fuck her cunt together,” he offers.
He holds her anchored and displayed so I can see everything. Her pussy’s stretched around his cock, folds glossy and swollen. Her clit peeks out above where he disappears inside her. She’s soaked. Flushed.
It’s goddamn beautiful. I’m positive this visual will fuel my spank bank forever.
My cock leaks in anticipation.
She points down. “Put it in there too.”
Obediently, I line up my cock. Push in beside him until I bottom out.
Oh my God, this is so fucking tight.
Our cocks skate against each other to fill her wet heat. Every nerve lights up. I’m pretty sure nothing is ever going to compare to this moment when I truly understand what nirvana means.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper to no one in particular.
Marin starts coming without us even moving. To keep her in place, Jonah holds her by the elbows, I grip her ass. Jonah thrusts upward into her and I sproing free. Quickly, I guide myself back in and scoot a hair closer so it won’t happen again.
This time, Jonah and I find our cadence. We move together. Cock frotting against cock, pressure building. Heat coils low in my spine. Marin’s pussy convulses around our cocks as she enters some sort of orgasmic loop. I free one hand so I can rub her clit to amp things up even further.
Her cries turn absolutely frantic and she sprays my entire chest in liquid. She shrieks and shakes, pussy pulsing around both of us. Knowing I’ve helped her achieve this level of pleasure for her is intoxicating.
“Enough.” Jonah lets her arms free. “She’s spent.”
I slide out of her carefully. Soaked in her juices. Breathe like I’ve been running uphill for an hour. Marin collapses backward into the arms of her husband. Jonah lifts her off, rolls her to the side gently and kisses her lips.
Then looks at me. “Your turn to fuck me.”
For hours afterward, they take the lead. My world shrinks to skin and motion. Bodies merging and shifting in a sexual trance until the clock loses meaning.
This isn’t love. Marin and Jonah want what they want. Tonight I’m part of it. I match their pace and let instinct carry me so I can experience as much as they’ll allow. Somewhere in the middle of it, something clears inside me.
They’re giving me something I need. Proof what I crave is not only possible but permissible.
When it’s obvious they’re done with me. I don’t take it personally, I’m ready to go. I get dressed and they walk me out, locking the door behind me.
No promises, no goodbyes.
Driving home, I grip the wheel. Not to steady myself, to stay grounded in my body.
Tonight was supposed to fulfil a secret fantasy. Turns out, it was a revelation.
I’ve never felt more like myself.
Has my entire fucking world shifted?
Yes.
I’ve been used and worshipped. Split and centered.
No label touches it. No name contains it.
I need this.
Permanently.