Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“What?” Calla asked, eyes bright, only a little breathless from her orgasm. Her first orgasms of the night were usually short, quick little affairs like that one that got her primed. It was the second and third that really had explosive power.
Liam rolled to his side to look at them. Mack didn’t miss the resentment in his eyes at having Calla pulled away from him.
“Usually you’re at the center, gorgeous. But tonight I want to try a little something different. I want you to feel what we feel. Taking you there. Making you ride that edge.”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “How?”
Mack’s eyes went to Liam. “By Liam being the center tonight. I want to teach you how to worship him.”
Calla’s eyes dilated as she looked to Liam and she bit the bottom corner of her lip like she did when she was aroused.
Liam obviously recognized it too because he didn’t automatically reject the idea outright. His eyes flicked between Calla and Mack. “How? What do you mean?”
“You’ll see,” Mack said. “Lay down in the center of the bed.”
Liam looked uncertain. “Why don’t we just—”
“Lay down.”
Liam’s nostrils flared. “Fine.” His movements were jerky as he threw back the covers and laid down in the middle of the bed.
“Take his shirt off,” Mack instructed Calla.
Calla licked her lips as her hands dropped to Liam’s waist. She started to just pull it up but Mack dropped his hand to her wrists to slow her down. “Slowly. Tease him.”
He demonstrated, inching Liam’s shirt up and dragging the tips of his fingers across Liam’s abs as he went. Calla’s eyes flashed with heat when Liam let out a low hiss. She mirrored Mack’s actions, caressing up and then down Liam’s stomach. She teasingly ran her fingers down his happy trail to where his cock stood at rigid attention.
“You won’t be needing this right now.” Mack gripped Liam’s shaft and tugged the condom off in one swift pull. Liam’s whole body jolted at the touch.
Calla leaned over and gave the crown of Liam’s cock a kiss, licking around the head. Her eyes went to Mack, seeking assurance. His whole body vibrated with the rightness of it. Yes. This is how it should have been between them all along.
Mack nodded and ran his hand down Calla’s spine as she continued teasing Liam’s cock with her tongue.
“Not too much now,” he said, pulling her back after a few minutes. Calla stopped sucking and let Liam free from her mouth with a little pop.
Mack reached inside the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant.
“What’s that for?” Liam asked, rising up on his elbows and staring at what Mack had in hand.
“Lay back.”
“Fuck you. What’s that for?”
Mack handed Calla the lube. “Coat your first two fingers with that, honey.”
Then he bent with his forearm across Liam’s chest, forcing him back down to the bed. “You’re gonna take what we fuckin’ give you, you got that?”
“Says who?” Liam struggled against Mack’s hold.
Mack grinned evilly. “Says me.”
Then he said to Calla, his face softening. “Stick your finger in his ass, honey. Just one at first.”
Calla’s eyes flicked to Liam. His jaw was clenched but he nodded to her. Again Mack felt that roar of satisfaction in his chest.
“I can’t— It won’t go in,” Calla said.
“Relax,” Mack whispered to Liam.
Liam glared murderously back and Mack grinned again. Then he moved down the bed to where Calla was crouched.
Liam was on his back with his legs up, his long, thick cock laying against his stomach.
“Stroke him,” Mack said. He squirted lube on his own fingers.
Calla obeyed, reaching up to pull on Liam’s cock. Fucker was built like a horse. Mack’s cock was just as long but not as thick. Even Mack had to admit—impressive.
“Now keep massaging all around his anus,” Mack said softly. Watching Calla’s small fingers pressing at Liam’s ass was fucking hot, that was for sure. “Don’t be afraid of hurting him. He can take it.”
Mack pinched Liam’s ass. Liam let out a gasp of angered surprise, but the next second, Calla’s finger had slipped inside him. His head fell back against the pillow and he breathed rapidly in and out.
Calla’s finger couldn’t feel like that much of an intrusion. More likely it was the thought of what they were doing to him that had him on edge. Which just thrilled Mack to no fucking end for some reason.
“Now stretch him. Really ream him out,” Mack instructed. Christ, Calla was beautiful, naked and bent over Liam, finger up his ass and jacking him off with her other hand.
Mack couldn’t help but reaching down to give his own cock several long pulls. Fuck yeah.
Then he moved his own finger he’d coated in lube to join Calla’s. He wasn’t shy about wiggling his thick forefinger right in beside hers.
“Shite,” Liam cursed, looking down at them.
“That’s right,” Mack said, stretching Liam’s ass as he tugged on his own cock. “Loosen him up. You want to get two, maybe three fingers in here. I’m gonna show you where to massage a man to make him feel so fucking good, he’ll fall at your feet.”