Chapter 60
Watching my girl with my best friend is one of the hottest things I never thought I'd enjoy. What’s making this even better is the fact that Rafe’s gaze hasn’t moved from Liv.
His eyes have been glued to her since she got here.
This might actually be his breaking point, whether it be good or bad.
I guess we will find out. But considering the bulge in his pants I think it’ll be good.
Maybe I should help this along a little.
I stand and walk behind Liv. I run my hands down her arms and back up again, one stretches across her chest, the other hand grips her chin. I tilt her head up and I lean down to kiss her. She softly moans into the kiss and Silas grinds beneath her.
I rest my chin just above her ear and groan, watching what they do to each other.
Liv fists Silas’ shirt in her hands while he grips her hips, grinding her down on him.
I can’t help but wonder what Rafe is doing.
So, I drag my face through Liv’s hair, inhaling her intoxicating scent, resting my cheek on the top of her head and look in his direction. Oh…
He’s moved. He’s still in his chair but he’s now sitting on the edge, hands balled into fist resting off his knees.
Interesting. My hand leaves her throat and trails down her arm.
When I drag my fingers back up to her shoulder she turns her head to place a gentle kiss to them.
I don’t miss the way Rafe’s jaw twitches.
I bet he wishes he was the one standing here.
I stand up straight, still staring at Rafe.
“Turn her around.” I tell Silas. Without question or pause he easily lifts her in his lap and places her back to his front. She settles in against him, her breathing shallow, lips kiss-bruised, pupils wide and glassy.
I drop to my knees in front of her and Silas. “The only time you will ever see me on my knees, is for you.” I tell her and her head falls back onto Silas’ shoulder, a wide grin spreading across her lips.
Silas hasn’t stopped touching or kissing her. Her neck, shoulder, hands on her hips then her waist. His hands roam her body constantly. Eventually they settle under her breast as he cups them roughly.
I lift myself on my knees and reach for the button on her pants. Her head snaps up and she looks from me to Rafe.
“I told you to pay attention to Silas.” I remind her as I work the button free and pull down the zipper.
“But..”
My hands freeze and I meet her gaze. Her eyes widen as she realizes she is about to defy me.
I lift a brow and wait. She knows exactly how to stop this.
Everyone will stop. No questions. Silas has even paused waiting.
She rolls her lips together, takes a deep breath and leans her head back onto his shoulder.
“That’s our girl.” Silas breaths into her ear.
I tug on her pants and she lifts her hips so I can pull them down easier. One leg, then the other and they’re discarded on the floor right next to her jacket. I smirk. I love the cute underwear she wears.
A heavy sigh comes from behind me. I look over my shoulder to see Rafe watching me now. That’s an interesting turn of events. I nod my head in Liv’s direction and then turn back to give her my full focus. He knows what he needs to do.
“Silas, I know you like to wait but now's not the time.” I tell him. His eyes meet mine for a fraction of a second. Then he’s got one arm gripping Liv’s waist to lift her as his other hand slides between them to tug on his belt buckle.
It comes loose and his button and zipper are undone in seconds.
Hand shoved down his pants he pulls out his fully hard cock.
His eyes meet mine again. My shoulders lift briefly, a smirk plays on my lips and one eyebrow lifts.
He smirks back. I reach forward and pull Liv’s panties to one side.
Purposefully sliding against her to see how wet she is.
My smile is all he needs to see, as he lines himself up and sinks her onto him.
A gasp is caught in her throat as one hand reaches out for my shirt, the other reaching behind her to fist into Silas’ hair. He moans at the sensation. His arm still tightly wrapped around her waist. He lifts her slightly and then brings her back down, both of them moaning in unison.
I feel the air shift next to me and I look up to find Rafe standing next to me watching Liv and Silas.
I’ll be honest I don’t think he’s one for voyeurism but he sure is enjoying himself right now.
I grab Liv’s wrist and pull her hand from my shirt as I stand.
That’s when she notices him. She tenses lightly.
Silas’ rhythm falters but he doesn’t stop, gripping her waist tighter.
The air is thick and time seems to stand still as they stare at each other.
After what feels like hours, Rafe is the first to move.
He slowly lifts his hand and reaches out to Liv.
He runs his fingers through her hair on one side of her face, brushing it behind her ear.
Her eyes flutter shut and she leans into the palm of his hand.
This man looks like he’s about to break. Liv turns her face a little more and kisses his palm. He looks like he’s about to panic. Until she runs her hand along his and up his arm. His eyes close and he breaths deep.
Liv lifts her weight from Silas’ chest and gently places her hands under the edge of Rafe’s shirt onto his stomach. He groans, his head falling forward.
Suddenly she moans loudly. I look down to see Silas pushing her down onto him while he grinds inside her.
Damn. My eyes travel back up to her parted lips and I can’t help myself.
I undo my pants and pull out my dick. I palm it a few times before placing my other hand under her chin to make her look at me.
I have her attention for a split second before she looks down to see what Im holding and damnit… She licks her lips.
I move closer to her, dick in hand, but I don’t need to direct her. She’s already leaning for it. She tilts her hips making Silas moan loudly as she sinks my dick fully down her throat.
I drag my hand down my face, “Oh fuck.” After a few seconds I realize I'm still fully seated completely down her throat. I smirk and shake my head. I fist her hair and slowly pull her off me. When she looks up her cheeks are streaked with black, lips swollen, mouth open, gasping for air.
“Were you just going to stay on it until you passed out?” I ask playfully.
She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and gives me a playful grin as she wiggles on Silas. His head is thrown back over the couch, unable to contain his reactions to her. His hands firmly on her hips.
I still have her hair fisted when I look down and see her staring at Rafe. He is palming himself through his pants. Watching her.
“You trust me, don’t you, pretty girl?” I murmur.
She nods, as her attention flutters back to me, eyes hazy with need and understanding.
“Good.”
I wipe the tears from her cheek with the pad of my thumb. I glance at Rafe again. He’s standing tense, jaw tight like he’s been holding something back. Because he has. And it’s her. It’s always been her.
“You and Rafe here seem to have some tension,” I say quietly, mostly for her. “So we’re going to fix that.”
Her breath stutters. She has turned to fully face him. Silas stops moving inside her as he watches.
“Ask him to take it out.” I tell her.
Her eyes bounce between me and Rafe. Once they’re back on him I see the switch. She goes from nervous to needy in an instant. She pouts her lower lip and blinks up at him.
“Will you please, take it out?” She asks. I try my damndest not to laugh.
“I know you have a better vocabulary than that, Liv. Come on. Ask him for what you want.”
She huffs and gives me what I assume is supposed to be a glare.
“Rafe?” She says his name so breathy. His head tilts slightly while he looks at her.
“Yes?” His hand grips himself tighter.
“Will you please, take out your cock for me?” She damn near begs.
He stares at her so long I think he might actually deny her, but then he lets go of himself and lifts both arms over his head, reaching behind him he pulls his shirt off and tosses it on the floor.
I watch as Liv takes in all of it. He then reaches for his belt buckle, and undoes his pants.
Finally he reaches inside his pants and grabs hold of himself.
“Say please again.” He tells her.
She licks her lips, “Please. Please.” She begs.
“Fuuucckkk…” Silas mutters.
Watching all of this unfold has me stroking myself harder.
He works his jaw then frees himself from his boxers and jeans. Liv's eyes widen in what is probably shock. Hate to say it but Rafe, he’s got the bigger dick.
The surprise in size doesn’t scare away our Princess though.
It has only made her want him more. She’s reaching out and takes his dick in her hand with glazed over eyes.
When she opens for him, I guide her all the way down onto his cock, her throat tightens with a choked gag and Rafe groans like he’s breaking apart.
She tears up instantly. Her makeup falling down her cheeks in beads. Black lashes and red cheeks, a picture of beautiful ruin.
“Don’t you look like such a pretty little thing,” I whisper, brushing under her eye with my thumb. “Ruining your makeup for us.”
I let her pull back, gasping for breath, lips swollen and slick.
Then I take her chin and tilt her face up toward Rafe.
He’s wrecked. On the edge already. His hands tremble like he doesn’t know whether to hold her or run.
“Do you see what you do to him?” I ask against her ear, voice low, lips brushing her skin.
She nods, this time with something deeper behind it.
“Do you want to break him?” I whisper, “Like he broke you?”
Another nod.
“Good. Now open.”
And she does.
This time, she goes back down without hesitation. Rafe’s hips jerk forward, instinct taking over as her throat closes around him again. His breath turns guttural, his hand tangles in her hair.
She stays like that, gagging and moaning and wanting, until Rafe finally gives in with a roar, body shuddering violently as he spills down her throat.
And I don’t miss the way she keeps eye contact the whole time, like she’s proud of the chaos she’s caused.
Rafe’s breathing is still ragged, his body trembling from release. His hand slips from Liv’s hair like he’s afraid to keep touching her, like the reality of what just happened is setting in too fast for him to handle.
But we’re not done. She still needs to be taken care of.
I slide my hand back into her hair gentle this time, coaxing, not commanding. “You did so good for us, pretty girl,” I murmur. “But I know that look. I know you’re aching.”
She nods without speaking, chest heaving, lips parted, eyes still slick from tears and mascara.
Rafe tucks himself back into is jeans and collapses on the couch next to them as Liv reaches out and grabs hold of my cock.
“Silas she needs to finish.” I gently push Liv back onto Silas’ chest. Her head resting on his shoulder as she slowly runs her hand over my piercings making me hiss in pleasure.
He wraps his arm around her waist again and lifts her just enough so he can fuck her, fast and hard.
Then his other hand slides up her side, over her breast and pinches her nipple.
She moans loudly as she starts working me faster.
I don’t miss how Rafe leans into her grip when she finds him next to her.
Silas keeps up the pace until both of them are a panting, sweaty, mess. I can see the struggle on Liv’s face. Her body wants to cum but she needs just a little bit more. I look to Rafe.
“Wanna help our girl out?” I ask him.
She looks to him breathless, sweaty, and flushed.
Silas slowing his movements. Rafe looks completely unsure what to do then leans forward and kisses her.
Deep, long and hungry. Liv’s hands have released me and found their way around his neck and into his hair.
Within seconds she’s moaning into his mouth as she cum’s.
Shortly after Silas falls over the edge right behind her.
I thrust into my tight grip, hard and fast, that’s all I need for my balls to tighten and I find my release.