Page 102 of Demise

“Why the fuck does he have to be so high maintenance?” Asher grouches as I giggle, making my way over to him.

“Because he wouldn’t be Liam if he wasn’t, and you love him for it,” I say as I give him a hand, helping stabilize the base so he can fasten each side.

The balloon arch is a mix of blue, white and black balloons since blue is Liam’s favorite color. I also made the icing of each layer of his cake a different shade. From darkest to lightest on top. I gotta say, with all the birthdays around this place, I’ll become a not so bad baker in no time.

“Love him a little less for this shit,” he huffs before we stand back and admire our handy work.

I hold out my hand to high five Asher, and he begrudgingly meets me halfway.

“Alright! Let’s go wake up the birthday boy.” I smile.

Asher nods, a hint of sadness in his eyes. I don’t ask about it; I don’t want to spoil the mood, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s about tonight. About what Asher experienced two weeks ago on his own birthday. He still hasn’t told me what happened, hasn’t told anyone. He says he never wants to talk about it, and as much as I want to pry and forcibly help him heal, I know it’s not what’s right. So, instead I support him how he deems fit, which lately has been a lot of blowjobs. If he wants to chase away his demons with a little, or a lot, of oral, then so be it.

When we creep inside Asher’s bedroom, we find Liam passed out on his stomach, softly snoring. I shake my head and smile to see Asher giving him a similar adoring smile. He gestures for me to go to him on one side of the bed while he goes to the other. Together we both carefully slide into bed, Asher slipping behind him as he begins peppering his neck with kisses.

Liam groans in his sleep, turning on his side enough for me to slide beside him and capture his lips with mine. That’s all it takes to wake him up. I feel his lips begin moving against me, his eyes flying open before another moan releases from him.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against me. “What a way to wake up,” he chuckles as he turns his head to look at Asher, wrapping his hand around his neck and bringing his lips to him.

I can’t help it, my pussy throbs when I watch them. My husband and boyfriend, happy and unapologetically together. As if they can hear me, they break apart, both landing their hungry gaze on me. Liam is the first to reach me, though.

“I’ve missed you,” Liam moans into my neck.

I chuckle. “We made love last night, baby.”

“I know. It’s been forever,” he whines.

Liam sucks in a sharp breath against me, bringing his eyes up to mine as he moans. Glancing over him, I see Asher behind him, slowly pushing a finger inside Liam.

“Whatever you want, it’s yours,” Asher murmurs against Liam’s neck, resting his lips there for several seconds before placing another kiss and another.

“I just need you two, however I can have you,” Liam moans.

“Mmm, I’ve got the perfect idea,” he says as he withdraws his finger, earning a sad whimper from Liam as he continues kissing me.

Asher rolls off the bed, shuffling in one of the side drawers before he’s back.

“Sky…think you’re ready?”

I break away from Liam, looking at Asher and dropping my mouth in shock. Asher is holding a bottle of lube in one hand and a dildo attached to a harness of some sort in the other.

“Is that a—”

“Strap on?” Liam finishes for me.

Asher nods in a devilish way that promises nothing but naughty, good fun.

“Think you’re ready, princess?” Asher asks again.

My eyes come to Liam as I shrug nervously.

“Is that something you’d want?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” he blurts out, rolling to his hands and knees in record time, arching his back as he sticks his ass out. “Fuck me, babygirl.”

Excitement rushes through me as I move behind Liam as Asher meets me. He helps me into the strap on, fastening and adjusting the straps as needed until I’m ready. Then he takes the lube, flipping the cap open and squirting some onto Liam’s ass. He jerks at the cool liquid but doesn’t say anything. Then Asher squirts some more into his hand, lathering up the tip of the dildo, especially before looking at me.

“You good?”

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