Chapter 13 Liam
LIAM
Iwatch Cora’s body trembling from Ryder’s attention, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Something significant has shifted in this room. The calculated revenge we’d planned against Mayor Pike—using his precious daughter as our instrument—has been consumed by something far more primal.
We’ve forgotten why we’re here.
All that matters now is fucking her. Watching her come. Making her scream our names.
Ryder rises from between her thighs, his mouth glistening with her arousal. His eyes meet mine, then Dominic’s. The tension between us crackles with possibility—and competition.
“Who gets first honors?” I ask, my cock throbbing painfully at the thought of sliding into her wet heat.
Cora watches us, her eyes dark with desire despite her vulnerable position. The restraints accentuate her curves, making her look like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. Her pussy is slick and swollen from our attention, practically begging to be filled.
She’s going to feel incredible wrapped around a cock. Tight, hot, responsive.
“Why don’t we let her decide?” Ryder suggests, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
Dominic steps closer to the bed, his imposing frame looming over Cora. “Who’s it going to be, baby? Who gets to fuck this sweet little pussy first?”
Cora bites her lip, her gaze sliding between the three of us. When she speaks, her voice is breathy but certain. “You, Daddy.”
The growl that erupts from Dominic’s throat is pure animal. He’d been calling himself that earlier, slipping into the role naturally. The word from her lips clearly strikes something deep within him.
Before Ryder or I can even think to protest, Dominic positions himself between her spread thighs.
His large hands grip her hips as he lines himself up with her entrance.
The hunger in his eyes is unlike anything I’ve seen from him before.
When he thrusts into her, the sound she makes sends electricity straight down my spine.
“That’s it, such a good girl for Daddy,” Dominic growls, his fingers digging into her hips. “You knew exactly who to choose, didn’t you?”
Cora’s back arches off the bed as he fills her. “Yes... Daddy,” she gasps, her restraints pulling taut with each powerful thrust.
My cock leaks in my hand as I watch them. The calculated revenge plot we’d crafted seems distant now, replaced by something far more visceral.
Then Dominic does something that catches me completely off guard. He leans down to capture Cora’s mouth in a deep kiss.
I expected him to remain detached—to keep this about power and humiliation.
But the way he’s kissing her speaks of genuine desire, his tongue claiming her mouth with the same rhythm his cock claims her body.
His hands cradle her face with unexpected tenderness, even as his hips drive into her with bruising force.
My eyes travel across his muscular back, watching the play of muscles beneath tanned skin. His ass flexes with each thrust, perfect and powerful. I find myself staring, mesmerized by the contrast between his commanding presence and the vulnerable woman beneath him.
“Enjoying the view?” Ryder’s voice, low and teasing, breaks through my trance. He sidles up beside me, his gaze following mine.
Before I can answer, his hand slides down to wrap around my cock. “Why don’t I help you with that?”
I groan as he strokes me, my eyes still fixed on Dominic fucking Cora into the mattress. The dual sensations of watching them while feeling Ryder’s hand on my cock are overwhelming.
“That work for you?” Ryder asks.
All I can do is nod.
I reach down for Ryder’s cock, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft. The heat of him in my palm sends an unexpected thrill through me. We’re all naked now, our clothes discarded in the frenzied moments after securing Cora to the bed.
Ryder’s eyes spark with mischief as my grip tightens. “We should frot,” he suggests, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Fuck, that would be hot.”
I narrow my eyes, considering him. This wasn’t part of the original plan, but nothing about tonight is following the script anymore. The hunger on his face mirrors something I feel stirring within me. I nod, not trusting my voice.
We position ourselves facing each other, close enough that our ragged breaths mingle in the space between us. Ryder takes both our cocks in his hand, pressing them together. The contact sends electricity racing up my spine.
“Christ,” I hiss as he begins stroking us together. The friction is exquisite—the silky hardness of his cock against mine.
I add my hand to his, our fingers interlacing around our shafts.
The precum beading at our tips mingles, creating a slick glide that has my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
The visual alone is enough to make my balls tighten—our hands working in tandem, our cocks sliding together, the contrast of his tanned skin against my paleness.
Something is intoxicating about this unexpected turn—the duality of pleasures unfolding in this room. Cora’s desperate moans as Dominic claims her, the raw masculine energy between Ryder and me. Nothing about this was in my calculations, yet everything about it feels inevitable.
A growl cuts through my thoughts. Dominic glances over his shoulder at us, his rhythm faltering as he takes in the sight. His eyes darken with something primal.
“Bring that over here,” he commands, voice rough with exertion. “Let our girl watch you.”
Ryder and I exchange a heated glance, then move closer to the bed where Dominic is rhythmically thrusting into Cora. We position ourselves by her side, giving her a perfect view of our pressed-together cocks.
“Look at them, baby girl,” Dominic commands, his voice husky as he slows his pace inside her. “Look at what you’re doing to all of us.”
Cora’s eyes widen, her lips parting slightly as she takes in the sight of Ryder and me. A deep flush spreads across her cheeks and down her chest. She doesn’t speak—just whimpers softly, her eyes fixed on our hands working in unison.
I watch her reactions carefully, fascinated by the way she struggles with this new development.
The Mayor’s perfect daughter, raised in privilege and politics, now bound to a bed watching two men pleasure each other while a third fucks her.
The shame and arousal battling across her features is intoxicating.
“You like what you see?” I murmur, increasing the pressure of my grip around Ryder’s cock pressed against mine.
She doesn’t answer me directly—just moans louder as Dominic thrusts particularly deep. Her eyes never leave our cocks, transfixed by the slick friction between us, the way Ryder’s hand covers mine, guiding our movements.
“She’s getting tighter,” Dominic grunts, his hips snapping forward. “Every time she looks at you two, she squeezes me like a vice.” He threads his fingers through her hair, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “You like watching them, don’t you? Two men together while I fuck this sweet pussy?”
Another whimper escapes her, her body trembling beneath him. Her eyes dart between Dominic’s face and our joined cocks, hungry yet hesitant—as though admitting her arousal would cross some final line of propriety.
The flush on her skin deepens, her breathing becoming more erratic. She’s close to the edge again, pushed there by what’s unfolding before her eyes.
The feeling of Ryder’s hand around both our cocks is fucking incredible. My breath comes in short pants as we stand beside the bed, giving Cora a perfect view of what we’re doing. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of our cocks sliding together, the contrast of his skin against mine.
Suddenly, Ryder’s free hand comes up and pinches my nipple—hard. The unexpected jolt of pleasure-pain shoots straight to my groin.
“Fuck!” I shout as my orgasm hits without warning. My cock pulses violently, shooting hot streams of cum over Ryder’s fist and shaft. “Jesus fucking Christ!”
Cora moans loudly at the sight, her eyes wide and hungry as she watches me come undone. Her hips buck against Dominic’s relentless thrusts.
“You like that, don’t you?” Dominic groans, his rhythm faltering as he watches us. “Seeing them come for each other. Getting you wetter, isn’t it?”
Ryder’s hand speeds up, spreading my release between us as lubricant. His jaw tightens, eyes locked with mine as his orgasm approaches.
“Fuck, Liam,” he grunts, then he’s coming too, adding his release to the mess between us. Our cum mingles together, dripping down our shafts and over our fingers.
Dominic’s thrusts grow more erratic as he watches us. He grabs Cora’s chin roughly, forcing her to look at him.
“Look at me,” he demands, voice guttural. “Look at me while I breed this tight little pussy. I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock.”
Cora shakes her head weakly. “I can’t,” she whimpers. “I can’t again—it’s too much.”
“You can and you will,” Dominic growls. “Be a good girl and give it to Daddy. One more. Now.”
My cock barely softens as I watch the power exchange between them. The way Dominic commands her, the way she struggles against the overwhelming sensations.
Cora’s entire body suddenly tenses, her back arching off the bed as she screams. Clear fluid gushes from around Dominic’s cock, soaking the sheets beneath them.
“That’s it,” Dominic snarls, his hips slamming forward one final time as he empties himself inside her. “Take every fucking drop.”
I watch Dominic shudder through the last pulses of his orgasm, his face transformed with pleasure. For a moment, he looks almost vulnerable—a stark contrast to his usual controlled demeanor. Then awareness seems to return all at once. His eyes widen slightly as he realizes he’s exposed himself.
"Shit," he mutters, reaching for his mask, which he threw beside Cora's head.
He secures it back in place with quick, efficient movements, but it's too late.
We've all seen his face now—completely unguarded, transformed by pleasure in a way his usual controlled expression never allows.
The vulnerability of it, seeing Dominic Vega stripped of his carefully maintained composure, feels oddly intimate.
He pulls out of Cora slowly, his cock still impressively hard despite his recent release. A rivulet of his cum trails from her entrance, sliding down the curve of her ass onto the dark sheets. The sight is obscenely erotic.
“Goddamn,” Ryder murmurs beside me, his fingers wrapping around his cock again. He’s as hard as I am, neither of us showing any signs of satisfaction despite our recent release.
Cora lies spread-eagled on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Her eyes have that glazed, distant quality that comes from being thoroughly fucked.
Sweat glistens on her skin, and her hair is a wild tangle around her face.
Her lips are swollen from Dominic’s kisses, and marks from his fingers are beginning to appear on her hips.
She looks utterly debauched—exhausted both physically and mentally—yet there’s something in the way she tracks our movements that suggests she’s not entirely spent.
My cock throbs painfully, demanding more despite my recent climax.
I know I should give her a moment to recover, but the hunger clawing at my insides won’t be denied.
I look from Ryder to Dominic, seeing the same unrelenting desire reflected in their postures, in the rigid lines of their still-hard cocks.
None of us can stop. Not yet. Not while she’s spread before us, open and waiting.