CHAPTER 05
Liam
The bold bite of peppermint slid across my tongue as Ares kissed me.
The demand of his mouth on mine was intoxicating, making my head spin and the world sway.
His hand was firm around my throat, and I melted in his touch.
My cock had never been so hard in my life.
The deep throb had my heart racing. His free hand gripped my hip and pulled me against the hard ridges of his dick.
The fabric of his pants did nothing to hide just how thick he was.
My knees buckled slightly, and a whine escaped me as he dragged his teeth over my bottom lip.
Owen’s presence at my back, his mouth trailing down my neck, set fire spilling down my spine.
His breath ghosted hot over my skin while his hands settled on my shoulders.
He gently massaged my tense muscles, his thumbs working in slow, meticulous circles.
I was drowning in them as I was sandwiched between them—the demand of Ares’s mouth on mine, Owen’s hips pressing tight against my ass, the overwhelming wave of expensive cologne.
My head spun, and my breath came faster.
The anxiety and panic that had crawled under my skin all day faded under their touch, unraveling little by little.
Owen’s hands kept moving over my shoulders, loosening my tense muscles, while Ares kept me pinned between them.
Every running thought that had been in my head slowed to a crawl in the thick haze they created.
For the first time in a long time, I was just… there. There was no need to perform. There was no need to be a few steps ahead of everyone else. A liquid warmth spread through me as each breath came easier than the last. An unexpected ache built low inside me—a fire I wasn’t used to.
Owen’s fingers worked under the hem of my sweater and lifted the fabric with an agonizing slowness, and my nipples peaked under the brush of his knuckles, pleasure sparking through my body.
My body shifted with him automatically, my arms rising as he pulled it over my head and let it fall to the floor forgotten.
Ares’s blue eyes raked over me hungrily while his rough thumbs circled my nipples.
Owen’s hot breath washed over my neck, and his teeth sank into my skin. I gasped and pushed back into him.
“Easy, baby.” He chuckled.
“Eager is good,” Ares said before kissing me once. “But we’re going to take our time with you.”
And I wasn’t complaining about that.
They stripped me methodically and in flawless tandem.
Owen unbuckled my belt and pants while Ares pushed them down my legs.
He lowered onto his knees in front of me.
I leaned back into Owen’s strong chest as I let Ares finish undressing me.
Shoes, socks, pants, boxers. All of it was gone, and I didn’t have an ounce of shame or questioning as I stood naked, my dick leaking precum.
Ares’s tongue ran over the curve of my hip in a teasing sweep. The brand of Owen’s mouth against my skin had my head tilting to the side to give him better access.
“Green?” Owen whispered in my ear, his voice rough. His tight fingers on my hips kept my ass pressed against his cock. How impatient I was for him to get undressed with me. I was desperate to feel both of them.
I nodded frantically, my mind going blank under the onslaught of Ares’s never-ending licks and kisses across my lower stomach in combination with Owen’s teeth dragging over my ear.
“Be a good boy for me, Liam, and use that voice of yours so Ares can hear you.”
I whimpered, the sound high and broken, and my cock twitched at the command.
“Green,” I let out, the words catching in my throat.
Ares didn’t waste a moment of my consent. His mouth engulfed me in one slick slide, his lips stretching wide around my shaft, until I hit the back of his throat. He swallowed, and the clench of his muscles around my crown made me moan loudly.
“That’s it, baby.” Owen’s lips brushed against my ear, his beard scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin and making me shudder. His fingers held me in place, even as I tried to rock forward for more. “Hold still and feel how well he takes you.”
Ares hummed around my dick, and I felt the vibration deep in my balls.
His cheeks hollowed out as he bobbed up and down my length.
My thighs quivered with the urge to thrust into his mouth, but Owen’s grip pinned me in place.
Ares pulled back until only the tip rested between his lips, his tongue swirling slowly around my sensitive crown, before sinking back down in one seamless glide.
I felt every ripple of his throat muscles working to accommodate me.
The sensation sent sparks down my spine that coiled hot and tight in my lower belly.
I watched as he slid up and down my cock over and over at a pace designed to torture me.
A swirl of his tongue around my crown. A flat stroke over that sensitive spot underneath.
A dragging lap over my slit to drink my precum.
Every little thing he did was overwhelming.
My chest tightened while my breath came out in ragged gasps, and my head fell back against Owen’s shoulders.
Owen’s hand found mine, and he guided it to Ares’s hair. My fingers combed through his dark strands as I fisted a handful of them under Owen’s direction.
“Keep your hand in his hair,” Owen ordered softly. “Let him feel how much you enjoy his mouth.”
I let out some unintelligible sound as I clutched his hair, desperately needing something to cling to.
Owen’s hand wrapped around my throat from behind in a firm, almost possessive hold as he licked the shell of my ear.
The hand on my hip urged me forward to allow me shallow thrusts into Ares’s mouth.
A broken cry escaped me as he doubled down on his efforts.
“Don’t hold back your sounds,” he said. “We want all of them.”
Mindlessly, I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I’d get any louder.
Every fractured breath caught in my throat as my balls drew up tight.
I was right there, my cock aching for release.
Without truly realizing it, I used the hand in Ares’s hair to drag him harder and faster down my length.
He went with ease, letting me set the pace I needed.
And it was everything I needed up until Owen’s fingers wrapped around my wrist and forced me to stop taking control.
“Not yet, baby,” he told me, and I practically whined in protest.
“Please,” I begged. “I need to come.”
I could barely get the word out as pleasure rolled over me in uncontrollable waves.
Ares slid his tongue over the underside of my length before pulling off of me, spit and precum stretching in a string between the tip and his lower lip.
The sight was ungodly sexy and made my dick twitch with appreciation.
Owen’s hand gave a light squeeze around my neck, and my pulse soared with excitement.
“Not yet, Liam,” he repeated. Owen’s grip on my neck eased to a gentle caress, and he turned my head for a quick kiss. “Not until you’re sitting on my cock, stretched and full, do you understand?”
His words sent a fresh jolt of energy straight to my core. The promise of being filled made my ass clench with anticipation, and my body thrummed with the denied release hovering just out of reach.