11. Liam
11
LIAM
I lean against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching the clock tick. Every second that passes is heavy like a weight, pressing down on my chest. This whole plan is a bad idea, but I can’t deny the excitement that courses through me. My body responds to the thought of her, making me adjust myself as I hear the knock on the door.
"Showtime," Alex says, striding to the door and opening it with his usual confidence. "Bianca."
She steps in, looking as stunning as ever. Her long brown braids frame her face perfectly, her eyes filled with that familiar fire. For a moment, we just stare at each other, memories of college flashing between us.
"Strip," I command, my voice leaving no room for hesitation. My eyes lock onto hers, the challenge clear.
She swallows hard but doesn't break eye contact. Slowly, her hands move to the hem of her shirt. I watch every movement, noting the slight tremor in her fingers.
"You heard him," Alex says, his tone edged with hunger.
Bianca's shirt slides off her shoulders and drops to the floor. She hesitates for a heartbeat before unbuttoning her jeans. The room is silent except for the soft rustle of fabric and our heavy breathing.
Bianca's lace see-through bra makes my dick twitch, lust burning through me like wildfire. My eyes trace the outline of her body, every curve, every inch of skin exposed. She hooks her thumbs into the waist of her jeans and pulls them down slowly.
"Goddamn," Alex breathes out.
Her panties leave nothing to the imagination. My gaze locks onto hers as she raises her eyes to meet mine and then Alex’s.
"Good girl," Alex murmurs. "Now come here."
Bianca takes a step forward, but I stop her with a raised hand.
"Not yet," I say. "I want to watch you touch yourself first."
Her eyes widen, but she doesn't argue. Her hand moves between her legs, and she begins to rub herself, eyes never leaving mine. The sight sends a jolt through me—one part anger at how easily she obeys and one part raw desire.
"Faster," I command.
She obeys, quickening her pace. Her breathing grows heavier, matching the rapid beat of my heart.
"Stop," I say abruptly.
Her hand freezes mid-motion. She looks at me with questioning eyes, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
"Come here," I tell her.
She walks forward and stands in front of me, waiting for further instruction. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife.
Bianca looks between us, anticipation clear on her face. She's ready for whatever comes next—so are we.
"Wait here," I tell Bianca, leaving her and Alex in the living room. My steps are quick, purposeful as I head into the bedroom. The drawer slides open with a satisfying creak, revealing the paddle nestled inside. My fingers wrap around its handle, the weight familiar and grounding.
When I return to the living room, Bianca's eyes widen as they land on the paddle. Recognition flickers across her face—she remembers this well.
Alex's grin stretches wide. "Oh, hell yeah," he says, voice thick with anticipation.
I nod toward Bianca. "Turn around."
She complies without a word, turning her back to us. Alex sits on the couch, and I guide her forward until she's bent over Alex's lap. Her breathing quickens, filling the room with an electric tension.
Alex's fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down.
"You say stop and I will," I say my voice low and steady as I position myself behind her.
She glances back at me, her eyes dark with desire. "I won't," she breathes out.
I lift the paddle, testing the weight of it in my hand. The anticipation coils tight inside me as I bring it down on her ass with a firm smack. The sound reverberates through the room, followed by a sharp intake of breath from Bianca.
Alex chuckles softly. "She's always loved this."
I deliver another swat with the paddle, watching as Bianca's body responds to each strike. Her skin reddens under the impact, and she lets out a soft moan that sends a thrill through me.
"More?" I ask, my tone dark and taunting.
"Please," she gasps out, pushing back slightly against Alex's lap.
I don't hesitate. Another swat lands on her ass, harder this time. Her moan is louder now, more desperate.
Alex's hand moves from her back to caress her reddened skin gently. "You’re doing so well," he says soothingly.
The dynamic between us is natural—like slipping into an old routine but with a renewed intensity. The air is thick with arousal.
I give one final swat before setting the paddle aside and running my hand over the heated skin of her ass. "All good?" I ask.
She nods vigorously. "Perfect."
"Good," Alex says, a sly grin on his face. "Now get on your knees."
I undo my belt and pants, and strip, anticipation rumbling through me like a low, persistent hum. Alex mirrors my actions, his movements just as deliberate. Bianca complies without hesitation, settling herself between Alex’s legs. The sight of her there stirs something primal in me.
"You know what to do," I say, walking over to wrap my hand in her hair. The long braids weave through my fingers. She moans as I guide her head closer to Alex.
Alex’s grin widens as he looks down at her. "You’ve always been good at this, Bia."
She glances up at him, eyes dark with desire, then shifts her gaze to me. There’s a challenge in those eyes, a silent dare. I tighten my grip on her hair, guiding her movements with firm precision.
"Suck him," I murmur, my voice low and rough.
Bianca's lips part as she takes Alex into her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed as she begins to work him with practiced ease. The sight is intoxicating—her submission, the way she’s completely in the moment.
Alex's hand rests on the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her braids. "Damn, Bianca," he groans.
I can’t tear my eyes away from them. The room fills with the sounds of our shared pleasure—Alex’s ragged breathing, Bianca’s soft moans and the wet sounds of her mouth working him over.
I step closer, positioning myself so that I'm right there waiting. The heat in the room rises as we lose ourselves in this moment of raw connection.
"Good fucking girl," I rasp, my voice primal and dark.
She responds by taking Alex deeper, earning another groan from him.
"Switch," I command after a moment.
Bianca pulls back and turns toward me without hesitation. Her eyes are heavy-lidded with desire as she takes me into her mouth next.
The sensation is electric—every nerve ending alive with pleasure as she works me with the same skill and enthusiasm she showed Alex. My fingers tighten in her hair again as I guide her pace.
"That's it," I breathe out. "Just like that."
Alex watches us with a satisfied smirk on his face before leaning down to kiss Bianca's neck and shoulders. The three of us move together—a rhythm we've always known but had forgotten until now.
I yank Bianca off me, her mouth leaving me with a gasp as I push her face back down into Alex’s lap, the sudden shift making her moan around his cock.
“You’re being so good for us,” Alex mutters, his hands grabbing her tits and squeezing.
I run my hands between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her. My fingers find her clit and I slap it hard. Her cry is muffled by Alex’s cock, but I feel the vibration against my fingertips.
“You ready for Liam, Bia?” Alex asks, as he wraps his hand in her braids, holding her in place.
Bianca nods, and Alex groans, pushing her head back down and holding it there. The sight of her taking him so eagerly sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I can't wait any longer.
I grab her hips and position myself behind her and thrust into her with one powerful stroke, filling her completely. Her muffled moan around Alex’s cock vibrates through the room.
"Goddamn," I growl, setting a punishing rhythm. "You missed this, didn't you?"
She moans louder, her body pressing back against me in time with my thrusts.
"Fuck," Alex mutters, his head thrown back in pleasure. "She’s incredible."
Bianca's body quivers between us, the tension building higher with every second. Her muffled cries drive me wild, pushing me to go harder, deeper.
Bianca's hands grip Alex's thighs tightly as she bucks against me. Her body shudders with every thrust, every touch driving us all closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
Alex looks down at Bianca, his eyes dark. “You look so fucking good taking us both,” he says, his voice low and approving.
Bianca moans around Alex’s cock as I move inside her. Each thrust sends ripples of pleasure through me, the tightness and heat almost too much to bear.
“Harder,” Alex urges me, his eyes locked onto mine over Bianca’s head. “Make sure she feels it.”
I comply without hesitation, driving into Bianca with renewed force. Her body rocks between us, each thrust pushing her deeper onto Alex’s cock.
“You like this?” I growl at Bianca, my fingers digging into her hips. “Being fucked by both of us?”
She nods frantically, unable to speak around Alex’s length but conveying everything through the way she moves against me.
Alex groans loudly as she takes him deeper into her throat.
The heat builds inside me, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. I can tell Alex is close too by the way his body tenses under Bianca’s touch.
I slap Bianca's ass hard, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Her moan is immediate, a low, sultry sound that makes my cock twitch inside her. She pushes back against me, her body demanding more, driving Alex and me closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Bia," Alex groans, his fingers tightening in her braids. "You're gonna make us both come."
I thrust harder, the sensation of her heat enveloping me, making it impossible to think straight. Every muscle in my body is taut, coiled tight as I drive into her with relentless force.
Bianca's body quivers between us, her moans growing louder with each thrust. The pressure builds inside me, threatening to consume me whole.
Alex's grip on her hair tightens as he pushes her head down further onto him. "Take it all," he commands, his voice rough with impending release.
She takes him without hesitation, and the sight of her submission sends a jolt of electricity through me. My thrusts become erratic, each one a desperate bid to reach that final peak.
"I'm close," I warn Alex, my voice strained.
"Me too," he replies, his own voice tight with anticipation.
Bianca's body tenses beneath us, and her moans grow louder even with Alex in her mouth; she’s right there with us.
Alex pulls out of Bianca’s mouth just as he comes, spilling himself onto her chest with a guttural moan.
“Fuck,” he breathes out.
I follow suit seconds later, falling over the edge as I release inside Bianca with a deep groan that echoes through the room.
We stay like that for a moment—panting heavily and savoring the aftermath before reality starts to creep back in.