“On his lap, Anastasia. Facing me,” Liam says.
Golden waves tumble over her bare shoulders as she crawls to me. She’s an absolute vision. My hands reach for her, pulling her onto my thighs.
“I'm dreaming,” I mutter, staring at her peachy ass resting right over my cock.
Liam prowls toward us. He kisses Stasi with enough force to push her back against my chest. We’re touching nearly everywhere now, but it’s not enough. I want to be inside her.Needit.
Liam nudges my legs wide, which spreads Stasi’s legs, too.
“Hold her tight, Beau,” Liam instructs.
Stasi’s fingernails press into my skin as I wrap her up, one arm secured under her breasts and the other banded over her waist. She’s breathinghard even before Liam begins his torture, kissing and nipping his way down her mostly naked body.
“Hey, come here,” I say softly.
Stasi lifts her head enough to meet me in a quick kiss. I don’t want to pull away, but I’m too enticed by the idea of watching Liam put on a show when he finally settles between her legs.
He hooks a finger around her thong and tugs it to the side. Lowering his head, he runs his tongue up her center. Immediately, I struggle to keep her still as she whimpers.
“Beau.” Dark eyes flick up at me at the same time that he swirls his tongue around her clit. “Hold.Her.”
I tighten my arms. “You gotta be good for him. Can you do that, sweetheart?”
She’s nodding and writhing and moaning all at once. My arms are going to hurt tomorrow.Everything’sgoing to hurt tomorrow because I don’t think Liam’s going to bottom. He never has before. At least, not for me.
But maybe I’m jumping to conclusions. Maybe he doesn’t want to do that with me anymore.
Liam’s tongue slips lower to lick at my balls, and I groan. I’m not even ashamed of my leaking cock, now wonderfully slick between Stasi’s cheeks.
He amps up his focus on her, licking and sucking until she tenses in my arms.
“Let go, baby,” I murmur, cupping one of her breasts.
She shatters with the most beautiful sounds of pleasure, and I can’t help my hips from rocking against her.
Liam works his way back up her body, bringing his mouth close to mine. I lick my lips, ready to taste her.
“You’re going to fuck her properly,” Liam tells me slowly. “If you make her come, you get my cock. If she’s left wanting, you go to bed with sore balls tonight, understood?”
My pulse skips. This can’t be real life. I’m going to wake up on a tour bus, wracked by pain from another annoying migraine.
For Liam Beckner, though, this is just another night.
I’m not sure why he’s not going to claim Stasi. It’s clear he wants her. She’s righthere, blissed out in my arms, desperate for him.
Knowing I have my work cut out to bring her to orgasm again, I kiss her neck. “You okay with that, sweetheart?”
"Please.”
Yeah, so leaving tomorrow is going to be harder than I thought.
Liam hoists Stasi off my lap, lowering her onto her back. I see the strain of his muscles. His thick cock is practically bursting out of his jeans, eager to sink deep inside her. Right where they both want it.
As he nuzzles her neck, I hear him murmur, “Not tonight, angel.”
Pushing up to his knees, Liam grabs me around the calf and drags me over to them. I curse as he manhandles me onto my knees between them. He gives my cock a stroke from root to tip and wiggles my piercing.
“Ah,fuck. Liam.”
