Chapter 16
Addison
Liam’s kiss is possessive. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I open for him willingly. His hands slide into my hair, angling my head exactly where he wants it.
When he pulls away, Nolan is there.
His kiss is different. Slower. Tender in ways that make my chest ache. His hands settle at my waist, pulling me against him gently.
Liam’s mouth finds my neck. Nolan kisses me deeper.
The marble kitchen island is cold when Liam lifts me onto it. The surface chills my skin, raising goosebumps.
Nolan steps between my knees. His fingers find the first button of my blouse. He pauses, giving me a chance to change my mind. I don’t. The fabric parts slowly.
Liam stands to my right. His mouth finds my neck while his palm flattens against my stomach beneath the open blouse. The contact makes me inhale sharply. His other hand slides up my skirt. Not fast. Not demanding. Just steady pressure that makes my pulse jump.
I reach for Nolan’s belt and pull him closer, and my fingers work the buckle.
He catches my hands. “I want to take this slow.”
“I’ve never been one for patience.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time. Then his hands move up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher. His fingers hook beneath the waistband of my underwear.
“Lift up,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I do.
He pulls them down and off, and then tosses them aside. The sudden exposure makes every nerve ending come alive. Liam’s hand slides higher up my bare thigh now, and the contrast of both of them touching me makes my breath catch.
Nolan pulls my blouse off completely. My bra follows. The slide of fabric against my nipples makes them harden.
Then I’m naked on Liam’s kitchen island with both of them fully clothed and staring.
The contrast in temperature hits me—marble cold beneath me, their gazes burning hot on my skin.
Nolan kisses me again while Liam drops to his knees between my legs. I feel the shift in the air as he moves, then the warmth of his breath against my inner thigh.
The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp into Nolan’s mouth. Wet heat against my most sensitive skin, and my hips jerk forward.
Liam doesn’t tease. He goes straight for what I need, tongue flat against my clit, working me with the same focus he applies to everything. Each stroke sends bliss pulsing through me.
Nolan’s hands cup my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples, circling slowly, then pinching lightly. With Liam’s demanding mouth between my legs, and Nolan’s tender hands on my breasts, my mind can barely conjure coherent thoughts.
Two of Liam’s fingers push inside of me. He curls them. The stretch burns in the best way, and I can feel every ridge of his knuckles as he moves.
My pussy flutters against him, and the sensation undulates through every nerve of my body.
“She’s close,” he says against me, and the vibration of his voice travels through my core. “I can feel her.”
Nolan’s mouth leaves mine and travels down my neck. He bites lightly at my collarbone, then soothes it with his tongue.
Liam sucks my clit hard. His fingers move faster, and I hear the wet sounds of my own arousal. The combination of sound and sensation pushes me higher.
The orgasm tears through me, and I cry out.
Nolan kisses me again, and the sounds of my release are muffled against his mouth. My inner walls clench around Liam’s fingers in waves, and my entire body goes rigid. Pleasure floods from my core outward, and I arch my hips upward, seeking more friction from Liam’s tongue and fingers.
“That’s it,” Nolan murmurs against my ear. “We love making you come. Making you feel good.”
Liam doesn’t stop. He keeps working me through my release until I’m shaking.
When he finally pulls away, his mouth is wet. He stands and undoes his belt, and I watch the deliberate movements of his hands—the slide of leather through buckle, the rasp of his zipper.
“Get on your knees,” he tells me.
I slide off the counter. My legs barely hold me. Nolan helps me down, guiding me to my knees between both of them.
Liam’s hands are steady on my shoulders, and I pull down his underwear. He’s hard. Ready. And a bead of moisture pools at the tip of his length. I wrap my hand around him and take him into my mouth. He’s hot against my tongue, slightly salty, and the weight of him fills my mouth completely.
He groans. His hand fists in my hair. Not pulling. Just holding with a slight tremor in his fingers.
Nolan undoes his pants. I reach for him with my other hand, wrapping my fingers around his length. He’s warm, velvet-soft skin over steel.
They’re different sizes. Different shapes. While Liam is longer, Nolan is thicker. Both are perfect in their own way.
I work Liam with my mouth while stroking Nolan with my hand, finding a rhythm that has both of them breathing harder.
Then I switch.
Nolan’s groans are quieter. More restrained. I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, and his hand flies to my hair.
“Fuck, Addison.”
I hollow my cheeks, create suction, and his hips jerk forward.
Liam’s breathing turns ragged as I stroke him, my hand slick from my saliva. I twist my wrist on each upstroke.
His control starts fracturing. His hips thrust forward when I switch back to him. I take him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat.
Nolan stays still while I move up and down his cock with my hand, but his breathing comes in short bursts.
“Enough,” Liam finally says. He pulls me up, and my knees ache from the hard tile. “I need to fuck you.”
He bends me over the counter. The cold marble presses against my stomach and my breasts. My nipples harden against the stone.
Then he’s inside me in one hard thrust.
The stretch is intense, filling me completely. I feel every inch of him, hot and thick.
He sets a brutal pace. No warm-up. No easing in. Just raw, desperate fucking. Each thrust drives me forward against the marble, and the friction against my nipples borders on pain but tips into pleasure.
Nolan moves to my front. Cups my face and kisses me while Liam pounds into me from behind. His kiss is gentle, tongue stroking mine softly while Liam’s cock drives into me.
My arousal drips down my thighs, and I can hear the slap of skin against skin. The wet sounds fill the kitchen.
Liam’s hands grip my hips. “Fuck,” he groans. “Your pussy is so tight.”
His pace becomes punishing. Each thrust hits deeper, harder. I can feel him hitting my cervix, the sharp pleasure-pain making my toes curl.
“Switch,” Nolan says quietly.
Liam pulls out. The sudden emptiness makes me whimper.
Nolan takes his place behind me, and his hands on my hips are careful where Liam’s were bruising. He strokes my lower back.
Where Liam was all force and speed, Nolan is slow. Deliberate.
He enters me gradually. Letting me feel every inch as he fills me. The glide is smooth, almost lazy, and somehow more intense for it.
“Okay?” he asks, and I can hear the strain in his voice.
“Yes. More.”
He pulls out and pushes back in. Slow. Controlled. I can feel every ridge, every vein. The pace makes me more aware of every sensation—the stretch, the fullness, the drag of him against my inner walls.
“Faster,” I beg.
“No.” His hands grip my hips, fingers digging in. “I want you to feel this. Every. Single. Thrust.”
Liam moves to my front. His hand wraps around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. But I feel my pulse pound against his palm.
“Look at me.”
I force myself not to blink.
“You’re ours,” he says. “All of ours.”
“Yes.”
Nolan’s thrusts quicken. Still controlled. But with more force behind each movement. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the kitchen—wet and obscene and perfect.
He shifts his angle, and suddenly, he’s hitting that delicious spot inside me with every thrust. The one that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
The pressure builds again. Different this time. Deeper. Starting low in my belly and spreading outward like heat through water.
“I’m close,” I gasp.
“Not yet,” Liam commands. His hand presses fractionally harder against my throat, and the pressure makes everything else sharper. “Hold it.”
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” His other hand finds my breast, and he pinches my nipple hard. The sharp pain-pleasure makes me clench around Nolan. “Wait.”
Nolan’s thrusts stay maddeningly steady. Hitting that perfect spot over and over. Building pressure that coils tighter with each stroke.
My legs tremble. My arms shake. The marble is slick with sweat beneath me.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Now,” Liam says. “Come now.”
That permission shatters me.
The orgasm rips through me in waves. My inner walls clench around Nolan, pulsing. The sensation is overwhelming—pleasure radiating from my core through every limb, making my fingers curl, my back arch.
He groans and buries himself deep, and I feel the warmth of him filling me as he follows me over. His fingers dig into my hips, anchoring himself.
We’re both shaking when he pulls out. I feel his release start to leak out, warm and wet against my inner thigh.
Liam doesn’t wait. He’s inside me again before I can catch my breath, and I’m so sensitive that the stretch makes me gasp.
“One more,” he growls. “Give me one more.”
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you can.”
He sets that brutal pace again, but now I’m oversensitive, every nerve ending raw. Each thrust sends sensation bordering on pain through me, but it tips into pleasure that has me crying out.
Nolan’s mouth finds mine. Kisses me deeply while Liam fucks me hard from behind. His hand cups my breast, thumb stroking over my nipple in gentle circles that contrast with Liam’s punishing thrusts.
Liam’s fingers find my clit. Circles hard. The pressure is almost too much on my oversensitive flesh, but it pushes me toward the edge impossibly fast.
“Come on my cock,” he demands.
The orgasm is smaller. Sharper. Almost painful. My whole body convulses, clenching around him.
Liam follows seconds later. Cursing. He pulses inside of me, warmth spreading to my entire body. His hips jerk irregularly as he empties himself.
We all stay there. Breathing hard. Sweat-slicked. Wrecked.
My body feels heavy, sated. My skin is hypersensitive—even the air moving across it feels like touch.
Slowly, they pull away.
I slide off the counter. Nolan catches me and lifts me into his arms. I rest my head against his chest and hear his heartbeat still racing.
“Shower?” he suggests.
“Yeah.”
He carries me to Liam’s bathroom. Sets me down gently on the cool tile.
The shower is big enough for all three of us. It’s actually big enough for four, and I really wish Axel could be here, too.
We wash in silence. Liam works shampoo through my hair with surprising tenderness, his fingers massaging my scalp. Nolan soaps my back, his touch soothing. They take turns rinsing me off, making sure no suds remain.
When we’re clean, Liam wraps me in a towel. The fabric is soft, expensive. He dries me carefully—behind my ears, between my toes, the curve of my lower back.
Nolan finds clothes from Liam’s closet—sweatpants and a t-shirt that are too big but comfortable. The cotton is soft against my skin.
We move to the living room.
I curl into the corner of the couch. Liam sits beside me. Nolan takes the other side.
Nobody speaks for a long time.
Finally, Nolan breaks the silence. “So. That happened.”
“Yeah,” Liam agrees quietly. “I guess we won’t be going back to the office today.”
Both of the guys smile. I laugh.
Liam’s hand finds mine and threads our fingers together. His palm is warm, slightly rough.
I look between them. Two men who’ve upended my entire life. Who gave me back my company and my freedom. Who bought me a painting just because I loved it. Who just shared me without hesitation.
And as much as I want this, I also know this can’t last. The thought surfaces despite what just happened. Someone will notice. Someone always does. And when they do, everything collapses—my credibility, their reputation, their investors.
Worse: I can’t keep all three of them. Not long-term. The math doesn’t work. Eventually, I’ll have to choose. Or they’ll realize I can’t, and all three walk away, leaving me with no one.
Liam’s grip tightens on my hand, like he can sense where my thoughts went.
I close my eyes and choose to focus on the present moment. Nolan’s warmth on one side. Liam’s steadiness on the other.
This moment is mine.
Messy and complicated and temporary.
But mine. For now, that’s enough.