Page 39 of Claiming Ours (Anchor Bay #2)
A determined expression overtook his face as he slowly stood and swooped me up in his arms. I wrapped mine around his neck, holding my drenched body against his.
After shutting the water off, Liam stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and strode into the bedroom.
He carefully lowered me to stand on my own, untangling my arms so he could kneel in front of me.
“Liam,” I protested as he swiped the towel along my skin, soaking up the streams of water.
“I’m giving myself a second here, sweetheart. That way I won’t take you too hard the first time. You don’t deserve that.”
I stilled his hand with a firm grip on his wrist. “I might be inexperienced compared to you, but I decide what I do or don’t deserve, Liam.
” His brows shot up, no doubt surprised at the conviction in my tone.
“I want you exactly the way you want me, so stop treating me like I’m made of fucking glass. ”
It took all of two seconds for him to process my words before he dropped the towel to the floor, lifted me into the air, and tossed me onto the bed.
The mattress gave beneath my slight weight, bouncing me an inch in the air.
Liam trailed soft kisses up one inner thigh, then the other, along my stomach, and between my breasts as he moved up the bed to hover over me.
Anticipation had my heart hammering, my breaths shallow and erratic as I waited, focused on his face, the concentration in his eyes.
Forearms pressed into the mattress on either side of my head, he shifted his hips, sliding his cock between my slick lips.
A depraved groan escaped, my eyes squeezed shut as he nudged at my entrance, the thick head pushing inside like it had last night.
Sparks danced behind my lids while my body adjusted around his girth.
“Wrap your legs around my hips,” he murmured. “I need you to open for me.”
Adjusting on the duvet, I did as instructed, gasping in surprise when the new position allowed him to slide in deeper.
“Good girl, that’s it. Feel how your virgin cunt stretches for me, a perfect fit.”
Gripping the back of his neck, I urged his mouth down to mine, needing a distraction as he pushed in deeper.
Our lips moved, tongues dancing while he worked his thick cock into me inch by inch.
The slight burn from my body accommodating his girth had my lids flying open.
His gray eyes were already locked on me, no doubt studying my reactions.
“You okay?” he panted, placing gentle kisses along my cheek and jaw.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Keep going. I’m good.”
He shifted his hips, thrusting all the way in, stealing my breath. My spine arched, rubbing my nipples against his chest as wave after wave of pleasure and stinging pain rolled through me.
“Fucking hell, woman,” Liam gritted out, his jaw tight. “I’m doing everything I can not to come right now, but your pussy is squeezing me like it never wants to let go.”
Sweat beaded along his forehead with the restraint to stay buried inside me, unmoving while my body adjusted to the fabulous intrusion.
When my breathing evened out and the sting faded, I rolled my hips, testing out the movement.
Our mingled moans filled the bedroom. Never looking away, he slid out until only his head remained inside me, the motion itself leaving me breathless, before thrusting back in in one stroke.
With every slide of his thick cock stretching and filling me almost to the point of pain, my body relaxed, and roaring need consumed me.
Sweat glistened on every inch of skin as we moved together, both of us eager to fall over that edge into pure bliss.
Gripping an ass cheek in each hand, I urged him faster, deeper, to hit a spot that had black dots filling my vision.
Releasing a fierce growl above me, he picked up the pace, slamming into me with quick, hard thrusts.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, that familiar flutter in my lower belly telling me I was close. “Liam,” I cried, not knowing what I needed, but knowing I needed something.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” The mattress shifted when he adjusted to lean on one arm, keeping his full weight off me, to sneak a hand between us.
A couple of rough flicks to my clit, and I shattered.
My thighs clamped around him as my back bowed off the bed, mouth open wide as I called out his name.
Above me, he grunted a string of curses that I barely heard through the blood pounding in my ears, his movements stiff from my tight hold.
One more powerful thrust, going as deep as he could, and I felt him swell even more inside me.
My name fell like a prayer from his lips as he came, muscles quivering with the effort to keep from dropping on top of me.
With a final relieved grunt, Liam dipped to the side, taking me with him.
With his still-hard cock inside me, I lay sprawled out on his sweat-slick chest, working to calm my rapid breaths and racing heart.
“Fucking hell.”
My cheek moved along his chest with my growing smile at the sound of his words rumbling in my ear. A wide palm cupped an ass cheek and squeezed.
“I knew it would be amazing with you.” I shifted to rest my chin on his sternum. His soft, relaxed expression made him look years younger and perfectly content. My heart swelled, knowing I did that. That I gave him a few moments of peace. “But it was beyond anything I could’ve imagined.”
I sighed, utterly content as a single scarred knuckle traced down my cheek.
“I don’t want to move,” I admitted, but like the traitorous bitch it was, my stomach growled loud enough for Liam to hear.
“I want to stay buried in your warm, tight pussy for the rest of my life?—”
“That’s called cock warming.”
Both our heads snapped toward Memphis’s voice.
“Lunch is done and on the counter.” I felt my cheeks heat, though I wasn’t sure why.
“I’m happy for you—both of you. And even though I wasn’t here for it all—” He reached down and adjusted himself, drawing my attention to the way his jeans tented.
“—what I saw was hot enough for me to almost come in my pants. Come and eat when you’re ready.
No rush.” A smirk pulled at his lips. “If you want to do it again first, just let me know, and I’ll park my ass on that chair in the corner to watch the full show. ”
I relaxed against Liam with a relieved sigh.
It wasn’t embarrassment that he’d caught us, but worry, maybe.
I wasn’t sure how he would respond to Liam and me, knowing he’d taken my virginity and we did it alone, without him.
Seeing how calm Memphis was—turned on, actually—eased the lingering concern and allowed the possibilities of the three of us to flood my thoughts.
Liam’s grunt had me turning my focus to his strained expression.
“What? Am I hurting you?” Palm to his chest, I pushed away only for him to stop me with an arm around my waist, holding me hostage.
“Whatever you just thought about had your pussy squeezing the life out of my dick.” He peeked one eye open to scan my face. “What was it?” When I sealed my lips shut, he lifted a hand and slapped it against my ass hard. “Answer me.”
“Us three together,” I rasped. “Liam,” I hedged. “I think I need….”
“I fucking know, Baylee. I can feel you getting wetter and fluttering around me. All that because you thought about us three?” He threaded a hand through my loose hair, pushing it out of my face as I nodded.
“Tell me.” When I started to respond, he pressed a finger to my lips, dipping the tip inside my mouth.
“No, actually tell us . Memphis,” he yelled.
Memphis appeared in the doorway and leaned a shoulder against the frame. “You called?”
“Seems like our girl here thought about us three together and made her needy for more of me taking her perfect pussy.”
A smirk pulled at his lips as he studied me, gaze sliding over my naked body like a gentle caress. “Oh, really?”
Lips parted, cheeks hot, I gave in to the need to move, slightly shifting my lower half that was connected to Liam. The hand in my hair tightened, pulling at my strands as his hiss sounded through the room.
“Really,” Liam groaned. “Sit in the chair like a good boy,” he commanded, “and let’s hear all the dirty thoughts Baylee has about the three of us.”
“Fucking gladly.” On his way to the chair, Memphis paused by the bed to run a single finger down my spine and along the curve of my ass, lingering there. “Wait until you try to take both of us.”
I whirled my head toward him. “Have you done that before?”
“With the help of a dildo, yes.”
I pressed my lips into a tight line, not liking the idea of him with someone else, which immediately made me feel guilty. Another man’s dick was literally inside me right now. How could I be jealous of someone from his past?
A wide smile split Memphis’s face. “I like you being jealous, Kitten, but no one has ever compared to even the idea of you. They were all just mediocre stand-ins.”
My heart raced as he leaned down, kissing me. I moved along Liam’s shaft, attempting to push him even deeper to relieve the pulsing need once again filling my veins.
“Looks like you’ll be participating after all,” Liam said. “Keep kissing her and playing with her tits while I take care of her needy cunt.”
Memphis stood straight and shrugged out of his jacket, then knelt on the bed.
“Best day ever,” he said before devouring my mouth.
I couldn’t agree more.
Though with the way things were going, I had a feeling the best days were just beginning.