CHAPTER 06
Liam
Ares climbed to his feet quickly, and one arm wrapped around my waist to drag me against the line of his body.
The rigid fabric of his shirt scraped against my naked skin as he kissed me.
On instinct, my fingers found his buttons.
I wanted more of him—to feel him—but I hesitated.
Leaning back slightly, I stared at him. One brow arched curiously, and I could feel how Owen’s hands tightened on my hips.
“May I?” I asked, realizing I didn’t know where the boundaries were drawn with them. Was the attention one-way? Were there limits to how I could touch them? But the question made Ares chuckle, the low rumble vibrating through his chest and into mine.
“You can do whatever you want, pretty boy,” he replied before kissing me, his mouth rougher and more demanding than it had been.
His tongue pushed through my lips and stroked mine, tasting of my own precum.
I stumbled my way through unbuttoning his shirt.
My fingers were clumsy and desperate as I shoved the fabric down over his shoulders.
A subtle sheen of sweat covered his chest, and dark hair trailed down his lower stomach.
My palms glided over the defined ridges of his stomach as I explored him.
I drifted lower, finding the thick bulge in his pants.
I smoothed my hand over it and traced the lines of his cock.
Owen hummed with approval as his hand covered mine. He guided me through stroking Ares’s cock in slow, firm passes. A wet spot bloomed through the thin fabric while Ares rocked forward into my palm with a needy sound.
“Do you feel how hard he is for you?” Owen murmured in my ear. “How badly he wants you?”
“Very,” Ares let out against my mouth.
“Undress him, Liam,” he ordered as his hand left mine. Owen’s fingers splayed over my rib cage and elicited a shudder from me at his soft touch. They wandered over my body, smoothing and rounding my hips.
I did as he asked, eager to see more of Ares.
I undid his jeans while their hands continued to touch me everywhere.
I pushed the fabric down over his hips and freed him as his pants slid to his ankles.
My eyes widened slightly at the sight of him.
He was huge—bigger than he felt through his pants.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and swept my thumb over the precum pearling on his slit.
I stroked him slowly, covering every inch of him I could with my hand.
“Fuck… that feels good.” Ares sighed into my mouth while his hips rolled into my fist.
Owen nipped and licked at my neck in a cascade of gentle kisses as his hand slid down, and he reached between my thighs.
He cupped my balls, rolling them firmly in his hand.
Ares ate up the high whine I let out at the burst of sensation the touch sparked in my entire body.
The ache of denial that had begun to fade came roaring back to life, and my dick throbbed with need.
“Reach behind you, and undo my pants, baby,” Owen instructed softly.
Clinging to Ares’s cock like a lifeline, I reached behind me and fumbled with the buckle of his belt.
I let out a frustrated sound as I struggled to open it.
His amused laughter rolled pleasantly down my spine, and his free hand covered mine to guide me through it. “Patience, Liam. We have all night.”
I knew that, and yet, I still couldn’t free him fast enough. I didn’t want to take my time. The dance of undressing them was hot and enticing, but I wanted to feel them—both of them.
As Owen shoved his pants down, his hips rolled hard against me, and his thick cock pressed into my lower back. The wet smear of precum cooling on my skin made my heart stutter with excitement.
“Feel how hard you make me?” he asked.
I nodded stupidly while I reached for him, fisting his shaft. He was a little thinner and longer than Ares, but no less daunting. Suddenly, everything I knew about being with men felt irrelevant. None had ever been sized like these two.
Before I could find a comfortable rhythm between them, Owen stepped back, and Ares followed suit. The rush of cool air, in the absence of their intense heat, made me shiver, goosebumps rising violently across my skin. Owen’s fingers bracketed my hips, kneading softly, while Ares took my hands.
“To the couch, Liam,” Owen said.
“Let us take care of you,” Ares added.
“Okay,” I let out quietly. I would’ve done anything they asked me. My head swam with euphoria as I held Ares’s dark gaze. Both men stepped out of their pants, and somewhere in it all, Owen had lost his shirt. I wasn’t sure when.
The short walk to the couch felt like the kind of eternity that taunted me. Fresh precum beaded on the slit of my cock as it bobbed heavily with a need for relief. Every promise and every touch left me desperate for more.
I caught a quick glimpse of a lube warmer set up on the table next to the leather couch. It was as if they had planned this exact scenario. Maybe they had. And if they had, their attention to detail was appreciated.
Owen sat down first while Ares stepped closer and kissed me again.
His tongue sought out mine as his fingers tangled in my hair.
His cock slid against mine as he fisted both of us in his large hand.
Each stroke sent sparks coiling around my spine.
I was only vaguely aware of the way Owen’s hands palmed my ass.
Warm fingers slicked down my crease and against my hole. I clenched without meaning to.
“Still green, Liam?” Owen asked, reading my body as if he had a manual I didn’t even know existed. Both of them paused while they waited for an answer.
“Still green,” I replied.
“Good, then relax for me,” he said as his finger swirled over my sensitive bud, but he didn’t need to. Just the sensation had me rocking back. He pressed one finger inside me, gliding in with ease as my body eagerly accepted his touch, as Ares returned to stroking both our cocks.
I groaned loudly into Ares’s mouth. The buildup was damn near immediate. My dick leaked against Ares’s while my ass readily opened up for the two fingers Owen fucked me with. When he stroked that magic spot inside, my hips bucked forward against Ares as I let out a pathetic sound.
“Not quite yet, Liam,” Ares told me, pulling away despite my protest. Owen’s fingers slipped out of me, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness, as he sat back on the couch. Ares gently guided me backward. “Sit. Let me see how pretty you look on his cock.”
I blushed at the word choice. No one had ever called me pretty in my life—truthfully. It was new, but I liked it. I liked it a lot more than I expected to.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Owen was ready for me.
His hand ran lazily up and down his long length, slick with lube and glistening with precum.
The sight of him made my skin buzz with anticipation.
He reached for me, and I let him pull me down onto him.
The crown of his cock pressed against that tight ring of muscles.
“Slide down, Liam,” Owen ordered softly.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I sank onto his cock inch by burning inch.
The stretch was a delicious fullness that drew a shared groan from both of us.
His girth filled me perfectly, the textured heat of him pulsing inside me and dragging against my walls as I bottomed out.
The angle hit deep and nudged against that spot just right.
The fill was overwhelming and wonderful all at once.
I tried to move—needed to move—but his arm banded around my chest.
“You feel so goddamn good, baby,” he whispered.
His beard scraped against my shoulder as he kissed there.
He adjusted me with ease, pulling my knees over his thighs to hold them open wide.
The position was obscene as it put me on display, my body stretched and clenching around Owen’s cock.
That little thought made my cock jerk hard, and precum leaked down my shaft.
“Don’t move. Let Ares worship that needy cock of yours. ”
My breath hitched in my voice as my gaze flicked upward to meet Ares’s dark eyes. A slow smile spread over his handsome face while his gaze raked deliberately over my body, landing on where Owen was buried deep inside me.
“You do look pretty on his cock,” Ares murmured with what sounded like adoration in his voice.
The compliment only made me blush deeper.
He lowered to his knees in front of me, and his hands landed on my thighs.
They swept over my muscles and up to where my balls brushed against the base of Owen’s cock.
He rolled them in his palm, and his thumb pressed against the seam, tugging just enough to pull a whine from me.
Desperation clawed through me at his touch, and my hips practically twitched with the need to grind down Owen’s dick. Pressure coiled low in my core. Again, I tried to lift and move, but Owen’s arm tightened to pin me still. His teeth dragged over my ear, pulling a loud moan from me.
“Don’t move,” he repeated, “just feel. Let Ares finish what he started.”
Taking the words as an invitation, Ares leaned in close. Hot breath fanned across my shaft before his tongue flattened against the base. He slowly traced the vein in my cock. The relief was instant, and I sighed as my head fell back against Owen’s shoulder.
Ares’s tongue swirled my crown, and his tongue probed the slit, lapping up the precum gathering there. His lips slid around the head of my dick, and his tongue flicked relentlessly at the sensitive spot under the ridge as he sucked hard and slow.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped with the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
My hand shot up and tangled in Owen’s short hair, needing something to cling to.
My muscles clenched tight around Owen’s cock and pulsed with the waves of sensations.
His hips rolled up in micro-thrusts, his base grinding against my rim.
The slight movement teased me and made it so damn difficult to hold still like he wanted me to.
“Look at you… holding still and taking his mouth like a good boy,” Owen praised softly in my ear. “Fingers in his hair, baby. Show him how you like it.”
I threaded my fingers through Ares’s long hair on command, but I didn’t take control. I was too far lost in the sensations of everything to care.
Ares sank deeper, his throat opening easily when I hit the back.
Saliva dripped down my balls as he bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm—sucking on my crown, tongue swirling along the ridge, sliding down fast to swallow all of me.
He gagged slightly with each pass, but the filthy sound was hot and only managed to turn me on more.
Pressure spiked inside me, and my balls drew up tight under Ares’s grip. He pulled off with a wet pop, and that string of precum and spit connecting us was almost enough to do me in.
“You’re close,” he commented, and I nodded breathlessly.
“Feed him your cum, baby,” Owen ordered in my ear. I shifted enough to kiss him, needing more from him. His tongue surged past my lips with a hunger that matched my own.
Ares’s mouth enveloped me once more, swallowing all of me.
The tight squeeze of his throat around my crown had me gasping into Owen’s mouth.
My body arched as I lost all control. Cum flooded Ares’s tongue in heavy spurts as my dick jerked.
He drank every drop without spilling any of it, milking every pulse until I was a shuddering mess in Owen’s lap.
Even as my dick softened slightly, he didn’t stop. His tongue lapped over every inch of my length to clean me up.
“So fucking perfect,” Ares praised between licks.
“Yes, he is,” Owen agreed.
And Lord fucking help me, despite everything, my dick twitched with eager anticipation.