by Stasia Black
Did she have any idea the kind of thoughts that gave a man?
Her eyes tentatively bounced between him and Mack. “I don’t want to watch TV.”
It was just a whisper but it was more than fecking enough. Liam had never been happier to not watch TV in his life.
He started but Mack blocked his path, stepping forward and taking her in his arms just like he had outside the door. He kissed her deep again.
The strangest combination of jealousy and arousal hit Liam. He wanted to taste those fucking lips. But watching the way Mack took control of the kiss so masterfully… fuck, it made Liam’s dick jump in his jeans. For a second all he could do was stand and watch.
Mack ran his hands down Calla’s arms until he grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her into his chest. Was he hard already too? Liam caught himself just as his gaze dropped to the front of Mack’s jeans where he pressed into Calla.
He jerked his eyes away. Jaysus. Sure, he’d been open to all sorts of experimentation in his life, but Mack? For feck’s sake, he hated the wanker.
Then again… some of the hottest sex Liam had ever had was hate sex. There’d been Sean, his mate from Uni. Sean had lost Liam’s respect when he came wheedling for cash for some shite pyramid scheme. He was happy to prostitute himself, and his girlfriend, Brigid, for the money. Taking Brigid while she took it out on Sean’s arse had been simultaneously one of the most satisfying and empty moments Liam had ever experienced.
It wouldn’t be empty if it was with Calla and Mack, though. Liam didn’t know how he knew it, but he was as sure of it as he was the fact that the sun would rise tomorrow morning.
Liam stepped toward the two locked in their heated embrace. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to lift the hair off the back of Calla’s neck and start kissing her there.
Jaysus but her skin was soft. His cock got even harder as he leaned down and traced his tongue along the delicate shell of her ear. He could hear her and Mack’s mingled breathing as they kissed.
Calla let out a gasp against Mack’s lips when Liam sucked and then bit down lightly. That was right. He smiled against her skin as a shiver went down her spine. He’d play her body so well she’d be singing his name by the end of the night.
Mack too, the lanky fuck. Maybe this was where they were always meant to end up. Tonight it would be settled between them. Once and for all.
Liam pulled back just enough so he could unbutton his shirt and pull it over his head along with his undershirt. He needed skin to skin contact.
Calla turned to look at him and he’d swear her pupils dilated at seeing him shirtless. He kept his grin to himself. He was in better shape than he’d ever been in his life. Amazing what getting regular exercise and not living off a diet of whiskey and pub food could do for a lad. He’d been knackered every night for the entire first month he’d worked the ranch, but two years later and he was sporting a solid four-pack.
Mack urged Calla to turn her whole body so that she faced Liam. “Touch him,” Mack whispered in her ear, taking over where Liam had left off kissing down the back of her neck. Liam frowned. That was supposed to be his line. He was the one directing this show.
But when Calla licked her lips again in the way that made Liam fecking crazy, he decided it wasn’t worth making an issue of. She reached out a trembling hand toward his chest. Liam stepped in to her touch and he swallowed at the way her fingers felt like a blazing brand against his skin.
“Jaysus you don’t know how good that feels, baby,” he hissed out between his teeth, urging her other wrist forward so she was tracing down the lines of his pecs with both hands.
Calla’s eyes shot up to his like she was surprised at his words. She was so innocent.
Liam’s eyes flicked up to Mack but his face was buried in the back of Calla’s hair. Liam could still hear the other man’s low voice when he next spoke.
“Now reach inside his pants. Feel how hard he is.”
Calla’s whole body jerked as she looked at Mack. Jaysus, didn’t the gobshite know she might need to take this slower?
He was about to remind her she didn’t have to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with but the next second her hands glided down from his chest to his stomach. He hissed out, totally mesmerized as he watched her hands jerk at his belt.
“That’s right,” Mack murmured in her ear. “Now reach in and feel how hard you’ve made him.”
Liam almost couldn’t breathe when Calla did exactly what Mack told her to. Her hand wasn’t tentative as she slid it underneath his boxers. Her fingers closed around his shaft in a firm grip. Liam couldn’t help thrusting his hips against her because, fecking Christ, that felt good.
Calla’s eyes shot up to Liam as she gripped him and he’d have sworn he’d never been so hard in his whole goddamned life.
“You ever touched a cock before, baby?” Liam asked. He knew the answer, of course, but he needed Mack to know just how inexperienced she was. Because Christ, all the hard-won self-control he’d tried to develop over the last year and a half was flying right out the fecking window. He wanted to toss Calla back on the bed and bury himself hilt-deep inside her. To feel her virgin little pussy squeezing around him while he pumped in and out—
Her hand froze at the question. “No.” Her answer came out whispered and she dropped her head like she was mortified to have admitted it.
“Don’t hide your face, baby,” Liam said, reaching one hand to her chin and raising her face. “You’re perfect just as ya are. Christ, I’m hard as stone knowing me cock is the first one ya ever touched.”
When Liam’s eyes flicked up toward Mack he saw the surprise on his face. He’d pulled back from Calla’s neck, eyes wide. But then, as Liam watched, Mack’s nostrils flared and he shifted his hands to trace up her stomach from behind.
“You mean no one’s ever held these sweet as fuck tits of yours before?” Mack asked.
Mack went slow enough that Calla could have stopped him if she wanted. Apparently she didn’t want because she stood still while his hands finally reached her breasts. Mack’s hands dwarfed her as he cupped her in his hands.
Mack swore as his fingers squeezed her little nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were visible peaks through her silky dress.
“Let him know how good it feels, baby,” Liam murmured.
Calla let out the hottest fucking moan Liam had ever heard. The next second she reached for the straps of her dress. Mack helped her shove them down, along with her bra.
Slow. You need to be taking it slower.
Liam’s cock jumped as he heard the distinctive noise of a zipper being unzipped. Suddenly the front of Calla’s dress went slack and with jerky motions, she pushed her dress down to her waist. Her breasts were only exposed for a second before Mack had his hands on them again. He squeezed them in a way that didn’t look gentle at all, but had Calla reacting like she’d just been sparked with a live wire.
With one hand Mack guided her to look over her shoulder where he took her mouth as he squeezed those sweet as fuck little titties.
Enough. Liam hadn’t even gotten a taste yet. He stepped into Calla and he lifted his hands to gently direct her face back to him. Mack let her go, though he did flash Liam a dark look he couldn’t quite read.
Didn’t matter because he was finally kissing Calla’s soft lips. He shoved his tongue in her mouth. Maybe not the most suave kiss, but Jaysus she had him riled. He pressed his pelvis up and into her without qualm.
Virgin. She’s a virgin, he tried to remind himself. Slow the fuck down.
But the next second her hand was between them reaching for Liam’s cock again. The second her hot little hand closed around him, he thrust into it.
“Get on the bed,” Mack growled. Liam wasn’t sure if the command had been issued to him or Calla, but when Calla pulled away from his lips with a gasp and started toward the bed, Liam wasn’t going to be anywhere else except right by her side.
Mack pulled h
is own shirt off his head and threw it to the floor. Liam couldn’t take his hands off Calla and he followed her onto the bed, crawling right on top of her and kissing her deep again. He kissed down her chin to her neck, then further down to those sweet as fuck little tits of hers.
She wasn’t big, maybe a generous size B or a small C, but she had plenty to cup and squeeze and damn, that was all Liam needed. Better yet, she was all natural.
The next second he had his mouth on her little rosebud nipples. He sucked them and then teased the rock-hard tips with his teeth. She let out another one of those hot as hell moans and her legs opened to him.
Liam immediately rocked his groin into her hot center. There was too much material between them, though. The fabric of her dress kept her legs from falling open fully.
Liam’s hand dropped down between them. He shoved her dress up. He had to touch her there. He had to be the fucking first.
But then another hand, not Calla’s, knocked his out of the way.
“I’m gonna feel you now,” Mack said. “You want me to stop, you just say so.” And then Mack’s hand slipped between Calla and Liam, brushing Liam’s cock as it went.
Liam squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to react and fucking resentful as hell that Mack got to touch her first.
But he didn’t want to overwhelm her so he moved off her and watched as Mack’s hand disappeared underneath the fabric that was now shoved all the way up to the top of her thighs.
Calla’s back arched almost the second Mack made contact, pushing her breasts up into the air. She gripped the pillow behind her head as her pelvis moved against Mack’s hand, her face screwing up in pleasure.
“Jaysus Christ.” Liam’s cock was painful still confined like it was in his jeans. He reached down and shoved his jeans off. The fecking things were so tight he had to lay back on the bed and wrestle to get them off his legs. He couldn’t get them off fast enough. He finally kicked them to the floor and then he turned so he was laying sideways. He sucked Calla’s nipple into his mouth again as he reached down to stroke his cock.
“Get your hand off your goddamned dick.”
Liam was so surprised by Mack’s demanding voice that his hand dropped off his cock. Mack seemed almost angry as he glared Liam down. “Only Calla gets to touch your cock. She’s the only one who can get you off. Now get your ass up the bed and let her see it up close.”
Liam laid there frozen for a moment. Who the fuck did that wanker think he was? Liam wasn’t the one who got ordered about in scenes like this. He did the ordering. He wanted to grab Mack’s balls and crush them in his fist until he dropped to the ground in front of him and offered to suck him off as way of apology.
But then he saw Calla’s eager eyes searching down his body.
Damn, she was a total ride. And she wanted exactly what Mack said, didn’t she? It turned her on to follow directions like that. Fuck that was hot.
So Liam crawled up the bed, cock jutting out toward her mouth.
Calla’s hand immediately grabbed for him and he put one hand to the headboard to support himself while he hovered over her. At first she just held his shaft, lifting his cock and hesitantly stroking it while she looked him up and down. Was she trying to tell if his cock was manky?
“I’m clean,” he assured her.
“Oh.” Her eyes came up to his. “I wasn’t even thinking about that…” She paused and blinked a couple times. “So if you’re clean, then it’s safe to do this?” She leaned up on one elbow to get even closer. And then the very tip of her tongue peeked out to lick just the very tip of his cock where his little slit was.
“Jayyyyyysus,” he groaned. Was she trying to fucking kill him?
“Did I do it wrong?” she asked, worry clear in her voice.
“Oh no,” Mack answered for Liam, “I think you did it very, very right. Taste him some more, gorgeous. Suck on his cock while I explore this sweet little pussy down here.”
Mack pulled Calla’s dress the rest of the way down her legs, tossing her underwear and bra to the floor.
And then she was just laid out naked on the bed like a sacrificial virgin set out for the monsters to devour. And devour her they would.
Mack bent over her lower body, his thumbs pulling her folds apart to expose her wet, juicy pussy. He wasn’t trying to just jam his cock in her. Liam would have ripped the fucker off her if he’d tried that. She needed to get used to the feel and idea of sex—what it felt like to have a man’s hand on her body. Or rather, hands.
Calla’s eyes were wide as she looked down her body, gaze flicking between Liam’s cock and Mack’s head descending to her sex. She bunched her legs together and Mack looked up, eyes meeting hers.
“Open up for me, honey.” He slid a hand down her thigh, nudging her legs back open. “Focus on Liam’s cock. I like seeing it in your mouth.”
Liam’s shaft jumped at Mack’s words. Shite. He was usually the talkative one in situations like this, but he had to say, it was fecking hot with Mack narrating.
“What do you like about it?” Liam asked, his eyes meeting Mack’s for the first time since they’d come in the door. He felt stupid the second it was out of his mouth. His focus should be entirely on Calla. He was only putting up with Mack’s presence because he was following Calla’s direction. He’d give her whatever she wanted without making her feel bad for her desires, no matter—
“I like the way she’s fascinated by your big dick. That’s right honey, move your hand up and down and pop just his head in and out of your mouth. See how he responds each time?”
Jaysus.
Calla nodded almost imperceptibly, her mouth still around Liam’s cock.
Liam hissed and his fingers gripped the headboard. Mack kept his gaze locked on Liam’s even as he kept talking to Calla. “That’s one of the most sensitive places on a man’s cock. We love it when we get friction over the head. How’s it feel, honey?”
Liam’s breath caught. Because he wasn’t sure if the honey was addressed to Calla or him. He blinked hard a couple times as Calla came up for breath. “It feels good.” She obviously thought it was meant for her. Christ, of course it was. Liam shook his head.
“Am I doing okay?” Calla asked, her clear hazel eyes coming to Liam’s. And there was such… openness there. Hope for approval, but also excitement, and lust, and energy. The mix of emotions from the past minute and a half made Liam feel knocked on his arse.
“You’re doin’ perfect, baby.” He cupped her cheek and she smiled brilliantly. Then offered him a devilish wink and sucked his cock back into her mouth.
“Jaysus,” he swore, shifting forward as she tugged him closer. Then she lifted off the bed the last few inches and took the crown of his cock in between her lips.
Liam dropped a hand to her head. Her hair was soft. But the second her mouth closed around him she started sucking like a goddamned vacuum. Liam’s eyes dropped closed as he thrust ever so slightly forward.
She let out a startled cry and Liam looked down to see Mack’s head buried between her thighs. Christ, he was eating her out. What did she taste like? Sweet? Bitter? Sweet mixed with salty?
Goddammit, he needed to know. Besides, what the hell was he doing waiting for direction from Mack? He wanted to taste Calla, he was going to taste Calla.
He pulled his cock out of her hot mouth, but only for a second as he crawled down her body, arranging them in a sixty-nine position.
“Suck me in again, baby.” He grabbed his shaft and directed it back toward her mouth. Her tongue eagerly swirled around his tip the second he made contact and Liam had to clench his jaw against the impulse to blow his load right then and there.
But no, he was going to take his time. For a lad who’d always been given whatever he wanted growing up, it was a hard lesson learning that things were so much sweeter when you earned them. But goddammit, he had learned it.
“Bob up and down on his cock,” Mack said. “That’s right baby. Really pop those lips around his ridge e
very time he goes in and out.”
Fuck, Calla was a fast learner. He squeezed his eyes shut as he kissed down her stomach. Until his head banged into Mack where he was eating at her pussy.
Mack looked up sharply and Liam took the opening. “Make room,” he grinned.
Then he latched onto Calla’s clit. It was already swollen and glistening from Mack’s attention. He was sucking on the flesh Mack just had his mouth on. His cock jumped in Calla’s mouth at the thought and he drew on her little bud with even more suction.
He expected Mack to try to shove him away, but instead Mack just started kissing down Calla’s thigh.
Liam smiled into her pussy. Good. He’d put the wanker in his place. He didn’t know what had happened with that weird moment earlier, but he and Calla were doing just fine without Mack thinking he could call the shots. Sixty-nine was a two-person position. No third wheels need apply.
He’d barely had the thought before Mack’s head started moving back up Calla’s thigh. Then before Liam even registered what Mack was doing, he licked a long line up her inner thigh all the way to her dripping cunt.
If Mack thought he was getting back in the driver’s seat, he had another thing coming. Liam suckled Calla’s clit, nipping it with just the edge of his teeth. Her suction on his cock stuttered and Liam growled with satisfaction.
He pulled back to lick the tip of his tongue all around her clit.
And that was when Mack dove back in, forehead bumping into Liam’s.
What the— Did he think he could just knock Liam out of the way?
Okay, so sure, that was what he’d done to Mack. But that was just him establishing the proper power dynamic. The world worked a certain way. There was a particular pecking order. And if Mack thought he could have Calla’s pussy back, he had another thing coming. This clitoris was fucking his.
So when Mack’s rough cheek scraped against Liam’s as he ate at Calla, Liam barely even flinched. No way was he giving up his ground.
That was when he heard a wet slurping noise. He blinked and looked Mack’s direction. His face was so close it was hard to even see what he was doing. He could just make out Mack’s tongue before it plunged into Calla’s wet opening. While Liam was sucking her clitoris.