Page 75 of Peyton's Price

Matthias held his hands up. “The plug wasnotmy idea.”

“It was mine, so you can relax,” Peyton interjected. She picked at her skirt, certain her face was beet red.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to be inside you at the same time he is,” Liam began, gesturing expansively, “And I applaud your foresight and willingness to prepare—”

“Stop talking as if you’re addressing a shareholders meeting,” Peyton interrupted, tossing a pillow at his head.

Matthias snickered as Liam caught it and dropped his arms. “Fine…” He sighed, but his lip twitched as he tossed the pillow aside. “I still think it’s too soon.”

Peyton tried hard not to pout, but it was difficult to hide her disappointment.

“However…” Liam trailed off, reaching to take his tie off with exaggerated leisure.

“Do you have something to share with the group?” Matthias asked, amusement crossing his features as he watched the slow-motion striptease.

“I do. Peyton wants to be closer to us, but she isn’t ready for what she’s proposing.” Liam moved, circling Matthias like a lion eyeing a juicy antelope. “But there is someone here with more experience who could fill that role she wants to play—and will later.”

Rooted to the spot, Peyton watched wide-eyed as Liam pressed his mouth to Matthias’ neck. The Nordic man appeared startled, but after a moment, he closed his eyes and swayed slightly, slack with his arousal. Then Liam reached around him, starting to undo the buttons of Matthias’ shirt.

Peyton put a hand over her mouth, overwhelmed. She’d never seen Matthias that unguarded. The expression on his face was her undoing—it was filled with longing, lust, and something she could only call love. True, that love had been a bit damaged, but it was still there after all this time.

They shed their clothing with haste, but Liam was faster. His hard, golden body emerged from its confining suit. It was a touch paler since leaving a week ago, but his chest and arms were just as chiseled and defined as ever. Taking a second, he rifled through Matthias’ pant pocket, pulling out a miniature bottle. Peyton recognized one of the small bottles of lube from the sex cabinet. Matthias had put in his pocket with a big wink when he’d shown her his cache of pleasure accessories, but she hadn’t seen it since. Apparently, Liam knew it would be there, presumably taught by past experience.

Her heart started to thunder in her chest, anticipation and nervousness mingling low in her belly.

Matthias was tugging at his zipper when Liam took over, undoing it with a slow, sensuous movement. Peyton held her breath as Liam pushed Matthias’ shorts down, revealing his already erect shaft. Gazing at her over Matthias’ shoulder, Liam met her eyes as he slid his hand down Matthias’ hard chest and grasped his cock. When Matthias moaned deep in his throat, Liam started to move his palm up and down until the other man bucked his hips, fucking into Liam’s large hand.

Holy heavenly fuck. Liam’s expression was hot enough to singe her skin. Instead of joining them, though, she stayed fixed in place like a fool. Not that she could have made it to them—her legs were too weak to carry her.

Thankfully, that didn’t matter. They came to her. A blink later, Matthias and Liam loomed over her.

Peyton didn’t need them to tell her what to do when Liam continued to stroke Matthias’ hard shaft in front of her. Breaking free of her stupefaction, she leaned forward, Matthias’ familiar musk filling her nose. Putting her hand over Liam’s, she paused long enough to press a kiss to Matthias’ shaft before opening her mouth to take him inside.

“Shit,” Matthias hissed, his hands fisted in her hair. She skipped the preliminaries, swallowing him down as much as she could with Liam’s hand sharing her space, before retreating and doing it again.

Liam set the pace. He kept his hand gliding up and down Matthias’ thick cock, feeding it to Peyton on every downward stroke. His groans egged her on, pushing her to suck him harder and deeper.

She peered up, wanting to see Matthias reaction, but he pulled away. “Stop,” he begged. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“No, we don’t want that…” Liam murmured. Kissing Matthias’ neck again, Liam pushed the other man’s back so he bent at the waist. Eyes hooded with carnal desire, Liam stroked rough hands over Matthias’ ass, then flipped open the top of the lube bottle with one hand.

Peyton watched with parted lips as Liam coated his fingers with the silky liquid, her mind racing—anticipating and rejecting scenes from her most vivid fantasies.

Nothing in those fevered imaginings compared to this reality. When Liam spread Matthias’ cheeks and murmured, “Going to get you ready for me, Matthias, but it’s going to be quick and dirty,” Peyton shivered, her tingling skin a contrast to the molten warmth between her legs.

A broken gasp escaped Matthias’ parted lips when Liam slid one lube-covered finger inside the man’s ass in one smooth forward movement while keeping his gaze on Peyton. Roughly pistoning it until Matthias rocked his hips, seeking more, Liam withdrew only to sink two fingers back in.

Pupils blown wide, Matthias rode Liam’s fingers, incoherently groaning what sounded likemore. Peyton stared in fascination. Unable to resist, she clamped her hand between her own legs, trying in vain to ease the ache of her arousal. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so virile, and they were allhers.

Peyton tugged at Matthias’ hands, urging him down on top of her when Liam pulled his fingers free. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. That Liam had blown her world to smithereens with a mind-bending orgasm at the railing didn’t matter. At this moment, she wanted Matthias inside her so badly she ached.

He obliged, pressing her onto the bench. Kissing the soft skin next to her ear, Matthias cradled her to him before adjusting to work his length inside her satin heat.

Peyton threw her head back, nearly boneless, as he slid home. Liam knelt next to them, then cupped her head with his hand, leaning over for a hot openmouthed kiss as Matthias began to pump inside her.

Matthias wasn’t as thick as Liam, but he was a bit longer. Taking him inside her was just as overwhelming, but in an utterly unique way. However, she didn’t have time to catalog the differences because Liam moved, climbing onto the bench behind them with an air of sinful determination.

Taking a cue from recent experiences, she grabbed Matthias’ arms, holding him still as Liam lubed his cock, put a hand on each of Matthias’ ass cheeks, and spread them. Biting into her lip, Peyton watched the play of emotions across Liam’s face as he moved closer to guide his shaft to the place he’d unveiled—lust, tenderness, raw need, and dominance. Everything he was feeling was there on his face, the revealing display so precious and private it made her heart swell.

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