34. Liam
thirty-four
Liam
“ N o one comes while I’m washing dishes. Understood?”
Gathering dirty pasta bowls from the dinner table, I lean down to kiss the corner of Beau’s mouth.
“Menace,” Beau mumbles.
As I stride into the kitchen, I hear the screech of a chair, followed by the trill of melodic laughter.
A quiet chuckle slips out of me. Can’t blame Beau for his enthusiasm. It’s been hard keeping my hands off either of them since we arrived home from our hike, especially with them showing off their tempting bodies in workout clothes. Might be another kink of mine.
We’ll explore it later.
As much as Beau fought for my attention while we cooked dinner, I maintained self-control, determined to feed them before we engaged in more rigorous activity.
He can call me a menace all he wants. His health comes first.
Stealing glances at them, I have to bite back another laugh. Beau’s making a show of pushing Stas up against every surface along the way to his bedroom. They’re practically clawing at each other, ripping off clothes and leaving them scattered on the floor while they kiss.
If he thinks this is some kind of torture for me, he’s dead wrong. Not sure there’s anything I love more than watching the two of them falling deeper into each other .
I pick up my dish scrubbing pace, trying not to think about how much time I’ve let slip through my fingers, wasted on meaningless sex I believed would fix the black hole heaving in my chest, when I could have been spending my days in bliss with them.
This right here is my fix. What I needed all along. And I’m committed to doing whatever I can to keep them around for years to come.
A lifetime if they’ll have me.
I give the heavy thought a minute to sink in. While I’m not sure I’ll ever learn to trust myself—not after what I had to become to survive under my dad’s roof—I trust the two of them fully.
If they believe I’m someone worthy, then I’ll just have to learn to love myself.
Pushing out a deep breath, I dry my hands on a towel and make my way toward Beau’s bedroom. Judging by the sheer volume of clothes tossed onto the floor, they must be naked already. It’s hard to tell with no lights on in the room.
However, I can hear them. Whispered praises and whiny, broken moans that have my cock filling.
I switch on a floor lamp, my blood heating at the vision of them tangled up in the bed. The sexy roll of Beau’s hips as he grinds his erection along Stasi’s toned thigh has me questioning what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of that long, beautiful, pierced cock.
Now that’s a curious fucking thought.
Dropping my shirt onto the floor, I prowl to the side of the bed. Big brown eyes flick up to me and drink in my exposed ink with desire.
When Beau doesn’t break away from trailing kisses along Stasi’s collarbone, I run a hand through his hair and tug him up onto his knees. He groans in pain-filled pleasure .
I tease my mouth along the sharp cut of his jaw. “You that desperate to fuck her pretty cunt?”
His Adam’s apple bobs under my lips. “ Yesss .”
“Mmm. Would you like that, angel? You want Beau to fuck you?”
“Please,” she gasps, reaching for him.
I flash a smile. “Such sweet beggars.”
Beau tries to nod, but I’m still gripping him by the roots of his hair. I pull him into a hard kiss, gliding my tongue along the hot seam of his mouth until he opens for me. I run a palm over his bare chest, stroking his pebbled nipples and then moving down quivering stomach.
I skip right over his cock to grip his balls, earning a nip from his teeth on my bottom lip.
“Careful, trouble.”
Beau growls. “Need to come.”
Moving my hand from his hair to his jaw, I hold him under my gaze. I’m half expecting to see fear reflected back at me. My pulse thunders, my brain flashing warnings that I’m taking things too far. That I’m too aggressive. That I’ll end up hurting him again.
Beau’s eyes soften. His fingers brush along the inside of my forearm. “You know I love this.”
After a quick nod, I release him. “Move to our angel’s side. Show her what those wicked teeth and tongue can do.”
A dimple pops as he repositions himself along her side. With a gentle hand, he guides her into a sensual kiss that has me forgetting my worries.
As I climb onto the bed, I graze my hands up Stasi's bare legs, pushing them wider to accommodate my larger size.
When she’s spread out for me, I press my clothed cock against her pussy and let her feel what they’re both doing to me.
“Liam,” she murmurs .
She’s already in a hazy state, eager to be used so thoroughly that everything clouding her brain fades away.
“Stasi, why does he get to keep his clothes on?” Beau asks, those gem-blue eyes glinting.
“Not fair,” Stasi agrees, hooking her legs around my waist. With some effort from Beau, she flips me over onto my back. It’s possible I let it happen, but I’ll give them the win because I don’t fucking mind the new position one bit.
I grab her by the thighs and haul her up until her pretty little cunt is right over my face. Flattening my tongue, I drag it along her slit. I chuckle as her hands smack out to the headboard.
Meanwhile, Beau’s settling between my legs. He tugs off my shorts and boxer briefs in one go. I’m about to laugh at his desperation when he descends on my cock without hesitation.
Between the way he’s sucking me into his hot mouth and the noises and curses Stasi’s spilling as I devour her, I’m struggling to remember my own fucking name.
Stasi shatters on my tongue, and I have to snap my hand down on Beau’s hair, yanking him off my cock before I come.
“Not what I had planned,” I pant. “Want to try something. Something that will make both of you feel good. Come up here, Beau.”
He obeys, and I fit Stasi between us, facing Beau. His lips glisten with spit from sucking me off. I’m tempted to let him keep going, but the desire for something else wins out.
Stasi leans forward to run her tongue along Beau’s wet lips. I grip her hip hard, pushing my cock into the crease of her full ass.
“Naughty woman,” I rumble.
She wriggles against me, rocking her hips back as she kisses Beau .
It still surprises me that I feel no jealousy watching another man take from her what I’ve been dreaming of taking for years. But witnessing the two of them together, the only two people to ever make me feel something more , is a thing of pure beauty. I’m high off it.
Addicted.
I don’t think I could ever give this up. I want to be the only one to orchestrate their pleasure. I want him secured to me. Safe with me. Comforted by me.
Only ever me.
Rolling away, a low laugh breezes from me as Stasi whines in protest. “So needy. Don’t worry, gorgeous. Beau and I are going to fuck you at the same time.”
“Oh, god,” she utters.
I slide out of bed to retrieve the lube I brought. When I move behind her once more, I lift her leg up over Beau’s hip, opening her enough that I can tease them both. I kiss her nape as I run a finger along her slick, hot sex. Slowly, I pump it in and out of her. “So wet, angel.”
Then I wrap a hand around Beau’s cock and run it through her slickness, occasionally flicking and tugging on his piercing.
“She feels good, doesn’t she?” I murmur.
“Fuck. Yes .”
I push the tip of his cock inside her. Stasi whimpers. I catch her nails curling into his shoulder as he bottoms out.
I’m hooked on the way they’re trembling and heaving with breaths, already overwhelmed with sensation.
It’s about to get a hell of a lot better.
“Relax for us, angel,” I instruct.
She tenses up for a second when I press wet fingers against her hole. I circle her little rosebud nice and slow as Beau fucks her gently .
“You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good. Want to stay buried here forever. So perfect for us,” Beau rambles.
While he showers her with praises, she begins to push back against my fingers. I take that as a sign to ease a finger in.
“Ah. Liam .”
“See? One cock isn’t enough for you, is it? You’re greedy for two big cocks to stretch you.”
She rests her head back against my shoulder. “Liam…I’ve never done this…”
Beau pauses the movement of his hips and cradles her face with one hand. “We’ve got you, Stas. Trust us. You want to stop, we stop, okay?”
She nods. I lube up my fingers once more and slowly work two of them inside her. I give her time to adjust before I push in a third. It’s not nearly enough to prepare her for my size, but she starts begging anyway.
“ Please . More, Liam. It’s good. I need more.”
Beau’s barely holding it together, and I break into a smile. “Let’s cause some fucking trouble. On your back, Beau. Our pretty girl is going to ride you while I fuck her from behind.”
He moves fast enough to summon a dark laugh from me, flipping both of them into position. I brush Stasi’s hair aside, smoothing my palms down her back and pushing her forward until I can see her body swallowing his cock over and over again.
After lubing up my cock, I grasp her round cheeks and start to sink my crown into her hole. It’s such a tight fucking fit. My fingers clench her skin hard enough to leave marks.
“No tensing, Anastasia. Open up for me.”
I blanket myself around her, pressing kisses to her shoulder and neck as my crown breaks through that tight barrier of muscle.
I have to fight the urge to slam the rest of the way inside her.
It’s a test of self-control I often fail when it comes to sex, but I refuse to put my own pleasure above hers.
Moving in fractions, I draw out slightly and push in a little deeper on each thrust.
“Liam. Liam. Liam.” She chants my name in reverie.
“Fuckkk,” Beau utters, his legs quivering on either side of me. “I feel you.”
“Good. No coming. Not until I give you permission.”
My eyes shut when I bottom out, but I force them back open. I need to see them just as much as I need to feel them.
“So fucking tight, precious. This hole is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed .”
She moans, her head dropping forward. Beau wraps her up in his arms, pulling her flat on his chest.
“We’re good, sweetheart. Fuck, we’re so good, right?”
“So good,” she repeats.
“Goddamn, there’s so much pressure.” Beau pants, his knuckles turning bone-white as he clings to her.
I chuckle. “Beau can’t handle us, angel.”
“Shut—”
I thrust hard, snapping my hips against her ass. Two different moans echo through the room. My mouth curls up at the corners.
Yeah, there’s no way in hell I’m ever giving this up.
We move in rhythm, turned off from reality. Lost in a world of pleasure meant just for us.
The moment Stasi leans her back against my chest, nearly boneless, I know she’s close. I brush a palm up her body, cupping her breast and toying with her perky nipple as I rock into her with deep punches of my hips. With my other hand, I take her jaw and bring her mouth close to mine.
“Give me those sounds, beautiful.”
I swallow her moans as she comes undone, clenching around both of us.
“Coming,” Beau gasps. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
The thought of filling her up has me spurting, too. We collapse into a heap of limp arms and legs, pressing lazy kisses to any skin within reach.
“Beau,” I murmur.
“Yeah?”
“You should stay with me after your surgery.”
I’d been thinking about it since the flight over. We can keep a better eye on him that way. Get him to his appointments. Make sure he’s actually resting.
Two pairs of beautiful, hopeful eyes fall on me.
“Would be better that way, don’t you think?” I ask.
“Definitely,” Stas agrees.
Beau’s not as quick to jump on board.
“What’s it gonna take to convince you, trouble?”
His dimples slowly appear, his mischievous nature activated. “I don’t know. What are you willing to give me?”
I grip his jaw in my hand. “I think the answer to that would scare you.”
His smile falters as his eyes shine with emotion. “Doubtful. But yeah, I’ll come bum some more at your place.”
“Good.” I give his cheek a little pat. “Shower time.”
They both groan in protest. Ever the provider, I gather them up over a shoulder and carry them into the bathroom to wash them.