Page 117 of Raise Me Up

A dimple pops as he repositions himself along her side. With a gentle hand, he guides her into a sensual kiss that has me forgetting my worries.

As I climb onto the bed, I graze my hands up Stasi's bare legs, pushing them wider to accommodate my larger size.

When she’s spread out for me, I press my clothed cock against her pussy and let herfeelwhat they’re both doing to me.

“Liam,” she murmurs.

She’s already in a hazy state, eager to be used so thoroughly that everything clouding her brain fades away.

“Stasi, why does he get to keep his clothes on?” Beau asks, those gem-blue eyes glinting.

“Not fair,” Stasi agrees, hooking her legs around my waist. With some effort from Beau, she flips me over onto my back. It’s possible I let it happen, but I’ll give them the win because I don’t fucking mind the new position one bit.

I grab her by the thighs and haul her up until her pretty little cunt is right over my face. Flattening my tongue, I drag it along her slit. I chuckle as her hands smack out to the headboard.

Meanwhile, Beau’s settling between my legs. He tugs off my shorts and boxer briefs in one go. I’m about to laugh at his desperation when he descends on my cock without hesitation.

Between the way he’s sucking me into his hot mouth and the noises and curses Stasi’s spilling as I devour her, I’m struggling to remember my own fucking name.

Stasi shatters on my tongue, and I have to snap my hand down on Beau’s hair, yanking him off my cock before I come.

“Not what I had planned,” I pant. “Want to try something. Something that will make both of you feel good. Come up here, Beau.”

He obeys, and I fit Stasi between us, facing Beau. His lips glisten with spit from sucking me off. I’m tempted to let him keep going, but the desire for somethingelsewins out.

Stasi leans forward to run her tongue along Beau’s wet lips. I grip her hip hard, pushing my cock into the crease of her full ass.

“Naughty woman,” I rumble.

She wriggles against me, rocking her hips back as she kisses Beau.

It still surprises me that I feel no jealousy watching another man take from her what I’ve been dreaming of taking for years. But witnessing the two of them together, the only two people to ever make me feel somethingmore, is a thing of pure beauty. I’m high off it.

Addicted.

I don’t think I could ever give this up. I want to be the only one to orchestrate their pleasure. I want him secured to me. Safe with me. Comforted by me.

Only ever me.

Rolling away, a low laugh breezes from me as Stasi whines in protest. “So needy. Don’t worry, gorgeous. Beau and I are going to fuck you at the same time.”

“Oh, god,” she utters.

I slide out of bed to retrieve the lube I brought. When I move behind her once more, I lift her leg up over Beau’s hip, opening her enough that I can tease them both. I kiss her nape as I run a finger along her slick, hot sex. Slowly, I pump it in and out of her. “So wet, angel.”

Then I wrap a hand around Beau’s cock and run it through her slickness, occasionally flicking and tugging on his piercing.

“She feels good, doesn’t she?” I murmur.

“Fuck.Yes.”

I push the tip of his cock inside her. Stasi whimpers. I catch her nails curling into his shoulder as he bottoms out.

I’m hooked on the way they’re trembling and heaving with breaths, already overwhelmed with sensation.

It’s about to get a hell of a lot better.

“Relax for us, angel,” I instruct.