Chapter Five

Liam twined our fingers and tugged me to his room, the one next to mine. Our bare feet were quiet on the wood though our ragged breathing filled the hallway.

He opened the door and the scent of his light, slightly citrus aftershave, which did funny things to my knees and other parts of my anatomy, hit me like a heavenly assault on my nostrils.

But I didn’t have time to register any details other than a huge bed with a deep burgundy duvet and a big, soft cream leather La-Z-Boy, because Liam scooped me up, one hand behind my knees the other around my waist, and set about kissing me thoroughly as he strode to the bed.

I locked my arms around his neck and felt doll-like, tiny in his big arms. He tipped me gently onto the mattress and then fisted his t-shirt between his shoulders and dragged it over his head.

I looked up at the delicate, paler skin of his armpits, untouched by the sun. The feather soft, golden hair matched that in the center of his chest. My mouth watered, a shiver of anticipation snaked up my spine—getting my hands on his body was going to be an enormous treat.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” he said, flicking on a dim bedside lamp.

I hastily stripped off my top to reveal my neat white bra. It wasn’t hugely sexy but that didn’t seem to matter to Liam, his attention was drawn to the soft mounds of my shifting breasts and stayed there as he rid himself of his jeans.

I unhooked the back of my bra and let it slide off my arms. I felt my own eyes drawn to the enormous tent in his black boxers. Like the rest of his delectable, big body, his cock, it appeared, was in perfect proportion.

“I want you so much it hurts,” he said, sliding onto the bed next to me. He reached out to brush the back of his thumb over my right nipple. “Like actually, physically...” He shifted his weight and grimaced. “Hurts.”

“We should do something about that then.” I touched my fingertips to his cheek and delighted in the darts of pleasure shooting through my breasts. “What do you think would help, Liam?”

“If we took these off it would be a start.” He hooked his index finger over the waistband of my jeans as his mouth brushed mine.

I dropped back onto the pillows, lifted my hips and shoved down my jeans and thong. I kicked and heard the material drop off the bed.

I lay naked in the muted light.

Liam was silent as he stared down at me.

Cool night air washed over my flesh. Goose bumps rose as a tremble in the center of my belly radiated down all four limbs. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if I didn’t live up to his expectations?

“You’re beautiful,” he said, tipping onto his side and propping his head on his hand.

“So are you.”

He grinned and stroked his hand over my breasts, sweeping up the flesh and squeezing it gently in his palm. My nipple caught between two of his fingers and he trapped it and pulled.

I caught my breath and reached for the waist of his boxers. A sudden sense of impatience swept over me, I pulled the elastic out and shoved my hand down. I grasped his hot shaft in my fist and squeezed.

“Careful with that, baby,” he said in a gravelly voice. “It’s primed to go off.” He dipped his head and suckled my right breast into his mouth.

I shifted my shoulders so I could still reach him and began slow slides up and down his cock. I let my thumb glide over the circumcised head, caught the drip of moisture I found there and used it as lube, swirling it around the slit and the deep ridge of hard flesh beneath his glans.

Liam let out a shudder and shifted to my left breast, repeating the same luscious suckling and massaging motion. I arched into the mattress and searched out his balls, rolled them in my fingers as my palm pressed against his shaft.

“Oh, that’s too good, too fucking good, Ariane,” he moaned. “You’ll have me coming and I want us to share that moment.” He shifted his hips away and I was forced to let go of his erection.

“Let me touch you,” he said. “Can I kiss you down here?” He tapped over my stomach and settled his fingers in my neat triangle of pubic hair.

Who was I to argue? “Yes,” I said, swallowing tightly.

He ducked down the bed and I stretched out my legs so he could settle between them. I shut my eyes as he pushed at my inner thighs and spread me even wider open. It had been so long, too long since I’d had the pleasure of a man’s tongue loving my pussy.

Liam started at the base, below my entrance and then worked his tongue up through my soft folds of flesh, sweeping and laving until he reached my clitoris. I moaned and stretched down to touch his head. Raked my fingers into his hair and pressed on his scalp to encourage him on.

Sharply he lifted his face, forcing me to drop my hands from his head.

“What?” I asked, rising slightly from the pillow.

“Nothing.”

He bobbed back down and captured my clit in a deep, hard suck. My spine twanged like an elastic band at the acute rawness of the pleasure. He began strong rotations of his tongue within the suck and I moaned, reached for his head again and ground my hips up to meet his face.

He pulled away, sat up and rocked back on his heels. He stared down at me from his kneeling position.

I sucked in a breath, wondering what I’d done wrong. Didn’t he like the taste of me? After Quinn had already made me come, the rich, musky flavor of my sex was hanging in the air. “What’s the matter, Liam?”

“Nothing, nothing at all.” He pushed his hand through his hair and it flopped back around his eyes like long-fingered feathers, but there was a flash of something indiscernible in his expression—wariness maybe, a closing down, a shutting out.

“Liam,” I said softly. “Tell me.” I sat and reached for him. “What is it?”

“I will,” he said. “But not now.” He captured my face in his hands and pressed me back down with his body. “Now I just want to be inside you as much as I want to see tomorrow.”

His mouth harnessed mine in a profound but soft kiss. I curled my fingers over his perfectly smooth shoulder blades and became lost in his taste, his embrace, in his weight balancing over me.

His cock found my pussy, I shifted my hips and let my greedy entrance swallow his head. He groaned, stopped kissing me and gazed down into my face. “I’m going to make love to you now, Ariane.”

I smiled and reached to touch his cheek. Something was telling me it had been a while for Liam, too. “Yes,” I said. “Make love to me, Liam...please.”

He pushed in. My mouth opened and I stuttered out a breath.

“Am I hurting you?” He froze.

“No, no, you feel great...just...big.” Big wasn’t the word, he was stretching me every which way, elongating tissue that had never taken so much girth.

“Too big?” He looked concerned.

“No.” I reached for his butt, pressed on the perfect indents on either side of his cheeks and willed my body to accommodate him. “You feel fantastic, Liam, perfect.”

I curled my legs around his thighs as he pushed slowly and surely to the hilt. When he reached maximum penetration, his balls touched my bum cheeks and I swear the head of his cock stabbed at my diaphragm.

We groaned in synchrony as he pulled back a few inches and then rode up again. I smoothed back the hair flopping over his face. Suddenly his entire weight settled on me. Air pushed from my lungs and my eyes widened as my ribs threatened to give. “Liam...” I panted.

“Sorry.” He harnessed my wrists and held them either side of my head then quickly propped his weight back on his elbows.

I pulled in a relieved breath. “You okay?” he asked. “Yes.”

He began a slow, grinding rhythm as he caressed my mouth with his tongue. His body caught my needy flesh, inside and out.

I fluttered shut my eyes. Nothing existed but the beautiful sensations Liam and his big cock were creating. He went on and on in this sublime ride, taking me higher and higher until I was dizzy and breathless.

“Are you gonna come soon?” Liam asked through clenched teeth.

“Yes,” I panted, “please don’t stop...yes, any second, don’t, don’t stop.”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to.” He grunted. His lips hovered over mine in a half kiss. “You’re the best thing my body has felt in a long time.” He pushed in harder, much harder and then stilled at the hilt. “Best...thing...ever.”

It crashed over me. Like a tsunami, the climax claimed my body.

Liam pulled out and then shoved back in, fast, this intensified my moment of ecstasy and prolonged it deliciously. He pressed my wrists harder into the pillow and pinned me to the bed with his hips. He was in complete control and I writhed beneath him as he tore from me a blisteringly concentrated orgasm that culminated in his own moment of pleasure.

“Ah, baby, so fucking good.” And then he was pumping inside me, his weight dropped down but he kept hold of my wrists. His breaths were like a storm blowing into my right ear. “So fucking good.”

I tipped my hips higher and crossed my ankles in the small of his back. A shudder trembled down his body and vibrated into mine. “Ditto,” I gasped.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled out, rolled off and scooped me against his side. I laid a hand on the soft hairs in the center of his rising and falling chest. His heart was racing, his body damp with sweat—the same as mine.

“Will you sleep in here tonight?” he asked when his breathing became more normal. “With me?”

“If you want me to.”

“I want it more than anything, Ariane, it will make this day as near to perfect as a day can be.” He kissed the top of my head and then dropped his head heavily into the pillows.

I closed my eyes and waited for my own breathing and pulse rate to settle. Liam was exquisite, he felt, tasted and smelled divine, but there was something bothering him, he’d said as much himself. I sighed and tangled my legs with his. There was no point worrying, though, he’d said he’d tell me. I would just have to wait. But I wasn’t the most patient person in the world and I would only wait until tomorrow.

I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep feeling safe and satisfied. I wasn’t sure what time it was when I felt myself being gently kissed back to consciousness—down my neck, behind my ear, over my collarbone. There was no light in the room, it was thick blackness so I shut my eyes again and sighed.

I shifted on the mattress as Liam trailed kisses down to my right breast and then sucked on my nipple. He nipped it between his teeth and the small bite of erotic pain sent sparks flying to my clit. I groaned and murmured for more. He switched to the other breast as his hand took over tweaking and twirling the damp, erect nipple his mouth had just left. The bristles on his chin scratched my delicate flesh as he literally ate me up. I could feel my pussy swelling, humming, aching for attention once more. Liam was more urgent than earlier, more resolute in the way he was kissing me. There was a little rough wildness mixed in.

“Liam,” I murmured, reaching out and feeling hard, wide-boned shoulders.

“Mmm...” Liam said from the pillow next to me, he cupped my jaw and planted a gentle kiss on my lips.

“What...?” Confusion seared through me. I dragged myself upward. The kissing at my breasts stopped abruptly. “What is...?”

“Hey, it’s okay.” A hot, hard, freshly showered body loomed over mine.

“Quinn?” I asked, full of surprise.

“I’m so glad you stayed,” Quinn murmured, pulling me flat again.

Liam was still cupping my jaw but Quinn dodged his hand and kissed me—a, firm, passionate, kiss. “I could hardly wait to get home,” he said into my mouth. “To see you, to kiss you, to hold you.”

“But, you... I’m in bed with...” My sleepy mind struggled. I know they’d said share but did they mean literally, share me...at the same time? “Is that okay? Is this okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Liam said. He scooped up my breast and flicked his thumb over my nipple. “Quinn and I have no attraction toward each other, we’re not gay, but making love to you, together, seems like an enormous amount of fun for all of us, don’t you think?”

“I...” My mind whirred whilst my body did cartwheels of excitement. These boys were so bad! “I guess, if that’s what you want?”

“It’s most definitely what we want,” Liam said softly. “And I think it’s what you want, too, Ariane.”

I couldn’t deny my desire. It was like another living breathing part of me. I wanted them both, desperately.

“I take it Liam looked after you well when I had to leave?” Quinn said, settling the long length of his naked, shower-damp body against the side of mine.

“Yes,” I said, shifting to face Quinn. I reached out to trace my finger through the crisp hairs on his chest. “Liam looked after me wonderfully.”

Liam scooped in behind me, nuzzled a kiss into the nape of my neck as he sneaked his hand around to caress my belly.

“Glad to hear it,” Quinn said from the darkness. “Because that’s the plan. There’ll always be one of us to look after you...in every sense of the word.” His hand joined Liam’s in the sweeping exploration of my body, sliding up and over my breasts, following the curve of my hips and dipping into my waist. Then Quinn hooked under my thigh and pulled my top leg over his hip. “You do want us both, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, suddenly understanding what was going to happen, right now, this very minute. “Yes, I do.”

Quinn’s mouth caught mine at the same time as the head of his cock arrowed through my pubes. I still felt wet from the sex I’d had earlier and Quinn’s slide toward my entrance was hot and easy.

“This is what I kept thinking of,” Quinn muttered, his fingers wrapping around the flesh of my thigh and holding me firm. “All the way home, I kept imagining what it would be like to be inside you, to have my dick inside you. I knew how good you felt on my fingers and I wanted to experience that hot, juicy tightness wrapped around my cock. I wanted it so much I had to stop myself coming just thinking about it.”

I squirmed my hips, greedy for him to enter me. The thought that he could come just thinking about me was a massive turn-on. “Quinn,” I gasped, remembering what an expert he was with his fingers and wondering what the hell he could do with his cock. “Please, just fuck me.”

I didn’t need to ask him twice. He pounded in with a grunt. Hard and fast, right in on the first devastating thrust.

I cried out. Pain and pleasure mixed as his long, steely cock invaded my body. It felt glorious, he was so hard and so long, stretching and filling me to capacity.

“Ah, so fucking good,” Quinn said in a tight voice and clamping me with his arms and legs. “You feel amazing, Ariane, wet and ready for it, perfect.”

“Great isn’t she?” Liam said over my shoulder. He slid his hands into my hair, scooping it back from my face and neck, dragging it into a ponytail. His fingertips sent tickles of sensation over my already buzzing flesh.

Quinn jerked his hips again, pushed in even farther. My mouth opened to let out the air he knocked from my lungs as he caught a rhythm. It wasn’t the smooth ride Liam had taken me on, it was frantic, determined. If he hadn’t been holding me my head would have banged against the headboard, hell it would have gone through the headboard. His coarse pubes rubbed against mine and the tough bone of his pubis rammed against my clit over and over as deep inside me his thick shaft teased my G- spot. It felt wonderful and my mind began to spiral into ecstasy as he upped the pace, bashing me into Liam’s chest and holding me firm all at the same time.

“Ah, Jeez, she’s too good,” Quinn said, freezing at the hilt.

“No, please, don’t stop,” I wailed, clawing my fingers into his flesh. I’d been so close, my orgasm within reach.

“I have to, just for second, Liam, take over will you?” Quinn pulled out, but I didn’t have time to murmur a complaint, because as soon as he slipped away the head of Liam’s cock pushed into me from behind.

I let out a long, low groan as he wrapped a concrete forearm around my waist and buried himself deep in my pussy. I shifted my leg higher over Quinn’s hip to draw Liam in even farther. Liam blew out a long breath by my ear and then nibbled on my neck.

Quinn’s lips pressed on mine, he palmed my breasts as Liam’s cock slid back and forth over my needy G-spot, filling me, consuming me. I began to feel feverish, trembling with the need to orgasm. But I needed attention on my clit, it was throbbing with desperation. I couldn’t tip over the edge without it.

“Please,” I said. I dragged my hands frantically over Quinn’s body as my hips pushed down against Liam. “Let me come.”

“Okay,” Quinn said. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Liam slipped from me and Quinn’s cock took its place with barely a pause in rhythm. He shoved in again and his pubis connected once more with my clit. Liam pinched my chin and turned my head halfway over my shoulder. He kissed me, probing his tongue in time with Quinn’s cock. I felt consumed by the darkness, by the hot, hard men around me, in me, taking me higher and higher. White-hot lights flashed before me, Liam’s cock settled in the crack of my butt and then I was there. I called into his mouth, “I’m coming.”

Quinn pressed all the harder with his pelvis, grinding against my clit in small circular motions and extending the moment of ecstasy exquisitely. And then he, too, was riding through his pleasure. “Oh fuck, yes that’s it, squeeze me like that, like that, Ariane...” He went absolutely still and then I felt him pumping wildly, exploding into me. I tore my lips from Liam’s and searched out Quinn, captured his face in my palms and kissed him with the same hard passion as he kissed me.

“You’re so perfect,” he said breathlessly into my mouth. “So sweet and so perfect.” He pulled out.

Liam curled his hands over my hips and then he was back at my pussy. I wiggled my butt to encourage him in, wanting him to be a part of our moment. He kissed my ear and then sank upward until the front of his thighs pressed against the backs of mine.

I groaned. Liam was like granite against my sensitive, hot, swollen, still spasming flesh.

“Come again,” Quinn said, slipping his hand between our bodies. “Come again, with Liam.” He began to fret my clit with his fingertips. It was so engorged and the pads of his fingers so firm that I whimpered, unable to cope with the hyperstimulation.

“It’s okay, ride through it,” Quinn soothed. “Catch that spark again.”

Liam’s cock glided back and forth over my G-spot and I concentrated on its profound pleasure whilst my clit found the point of ignition. It only took a few seconds, and then as Liam’s breaths became strained in my ear, I felt myself climbing the hill to climax again. Quinn didn’t let up, he swirled and circled perfectly around my clit. Liam pounded on and on with his body curled around mine pushing me over and over against Quinn’s unmovable mass.

“Yes, ah, ah, yes...” I shouted. “Yes, that’s it...” The world disintegrated around me as a second orgasm crashed over my body.

Liam grunted, a deeply primitive sound. His cock began to spasm inside me, but he didn’t stop his rhythm, he kept going, kept fucking into my trembling pussy as he came.

“Ariane, you feel so good when you come, you sound so good too,” Quinn said, kissing across my cheek. He slowed his fingers as my body began to jerk away from his stimulation, then he moved and cupped my breasts.

“So do you,” I panted as Liam finally stilled behind me. “Both of you.”