Page 47 of Claiming Ours
“Fucking hell,” Liam muttered, eyes squeezing shut.
“Wow,” Baylee mouthed.
Taking in her bare tits and exposed center, I bit my lower lip hard as my hand moved in quicker pumps. But when she wrapped her fingers around Liam’s wrist to guide his hand back between her thighs, my movements stuttered.
Liam’s eyes flew open. “Are you too sore?” he asked, though there was no hiding the hopefulness in his tone.
Her white-blonde hair shifted, cascading over her shoulders with the quick headshake.
His lips moved, almost like he was saying a silent prayer as he cupped her mound. His gaze met mine. “Watch as my fingers disappear inside her and imagine it being your cock stuffing her perfect cunt.”
The glass rattled beneath my palm when I slapped it to the smooth surface to keep from falling over. Widening my stance to stay upright, I zeroed in on his two fingers as they pushed inside her.
“Move closer,” I grunted as my balls tightened.
With her cunt as a handle and the other hand palming her breast, Liam lifted her slight frame off the floor and guided her to lean against the glass. With his hand gone, her tits pressed to the shower door, and it was all I could do not to lick where her nipples strained against the glass.
I moved my palm to press where hers did on the other side. Our hooded gazes clashed. Lips parted, she dipped her face to watch my hand move along my dick.
“What will it feel like?” she asked.
“It’s different for everyone, but fucking mind-blowing, that’s how it will feel.” I barely got the words out through my gritted teeth. I was so close, but I didn’t want the moment to end. It was better than anything I’d ever dreamed, and I wasn’t even touching her. Going forward, this would be a memory when I was alone and needed release from now until I died.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, pressing her forehead to the glass. “I’m close.”
“She’s squeezing the life out of my fingers,” Liam bit out. “You better fucking come with her.”
It was as if his command snapped something inside me. A tingling sensation raced down my spine straight to my balls. Curling my hand into a fist, I resisted punching the glass as my body shook with the soul-shattering orgasm that rolled through me. I swayed, leg muscles trembling, but kept my hand sliding along my spent cock to prolong the almost painful release.
When I finally forced my eyes open, I found hers staring at me through the glass with wonder in her content gaze.
This. This was my life now.
There was no going back.
It was death or being here with Baylee, which apparently included Liam. And I didn’t hate it.
Tonight confirmed that having a third in a relationship could be better than I’d ever imagined.
16
BAYLEE
Iswallowed a whimper at the loss when Liam pulled his fingers free. With a hand on my hip, he whirled me around, pressing my sweat-slick back to the warm glass. Chin tipped up, I studied the tension lines on his face, the tight set of his lips. But all that quickly disappeared, morphing into a euphoric expression when two glistening fingers slid past his lips.
“You taste like heaven, sweetheart. I think I could survive on your cunt alone and be happy forever.”
I swallowed hard, throat working with the movement.
“Baylee.” I glanced over my shoulder at where Memphis was lathering up beneath the spray. “Pretty sure your man is in pain after all our fun, something you could help relieve.”
I whipped back around, brows raised, feeling bad for forgetting about Liam’s needs. I had felt how hard he was against my ass on the couch, then again where it dug into my back, keeping me pressed to the glass just now.
“I’m fine,” Liam said around his fingers while shooting a death glare over my shoulder. “Don’t make her feel bad, asshole, if she doesn’t want?—”
I pressed a hand to the center of his chest. “But I do want to. I really do.”
And that was the truth.
