Page 29 of Raise Me Up

When I roll my hips against her, she lets out a little whimper that shoots right to my dick. I pause to take in her pretty face, illuminated by the streetlamp bleeding through the blinds.

“Can I touch you?” I ask.

“Please. But I want to touch you, too.”

“Fuck yes.” I move down her body to nip at the curve of her breast through her shirt. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

Gliding my hands under her shirt, I press them flat against her lower back. She’s warm and smooth andstrong.

Stasi rests her hands on my shoulders, pushing me upright so she can pull my shirt over my head. A note of worry strikes me that I’m not fit enough to hang with these two. I’m not one to stick to a workout routine. I have squishy parts.

She doesn’t seem to mind, her brown eyes widening in what I can only hope is admiration as she twists the lock of my bleached white hair around a finger.

“Wanted to do this all night,” she whispers. Then she drags her hands down my pecs and soft stomach, her fingers teasing along the little trail of hair disappearing beneath my boxers.

I feel unhinged as I tug out her hair tie, unleashing waves of blonde hair before I kiss her back down onto the bed.

Soon, we sync up the movement of our hips, finding a rhythm to give us both glorious friction, only pausing when we hear the solid thud of Liam’s footsteps as he approaches.

Daring a glance, my pulse leaps at the silhouette of Liam joining us in the bedroom. We both tense up when he strips his shirt from his lethal body. I have a brief thought of putting my shirt back on. His physique isn’t fucking normal, and he hasn’t even pulled out his dick yet.

How did I survivehim?

I brush a thumb over Stasi’s cheek. “Sorry, Stas. I might be drooling.”

“S’okay. I think my soul left my body.”

I glance down at her, grinning when I find that she’s admiring Liam, too.

My heartbeat hammers in my chest when I hear him stride closer. He touches a knuckle to my spine, and I hold my breath as he drags it up each node.

If that isn’t enough of a sensory fuck, his other arm comes around me, that hand grazing down my bare torso to grip my boxer-clad cock and make me groan.

In a quick movement, Liam flips me onto my back next to Stasi. He climbs over us, big knees slotting between our legs, and ripped arms caging us in.

He lowers his mouth to Stasi first, worshiping her with deep kisses that have me squirming impatiently. I feel like I’m being edged just watching the two of them.

By the time Liam moves over to me and sucks one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth, I bow off the mattress with a groan. He kisses his way up to my mouth, repositioning his leg so he has room to push down my jeans. I frantically kick them off my ankles.

Liam rumbles in approval when he rubs his palm over the damp spot on my boxers. He teases me with hard strokes as his tongue slides over mine.

“I want you naked, Beau,” he orders. “Back against my headboard.”

The instant he rises to his knees, I’m scrambling to obey. My cock bobs free as I peel off my boxers and toss them onto the floor. Then I leap to the headboard, causing it to rattle against the wall.

In this new position, I’m able to witness Liam in all of his glory as he moves himself fully over Stasi and licks into her mouth. My fingers curlinto my palms. I’m aching to reacquaint myself with his exquisite tattoos, but I also know how he gets about being touched like that.

“So perfect, angel,” Liam praises, working his way down to the sliver of exposed abdomen where her cropped shirt ends.

My blood burns hotter at the way she comes to life beneath him. I close a hand around my cock and flick the silver piercing speared through it.

With bated breath, I watch his hands spread over her stomach and inch her shirt up and up. Over her full breasts, nearly visible through her lace bralette. He drags his flat tongue along the fabric, and the little whimper she releases has my hips moving.

“Hand off that pretty cock, Beau,” Liam says darkly.

The desire to come almost wins out, but I behave and drop my hand. I’m left to suffer as Liam strips off Stasi’s tiny shorts.

Where Liam is a broad expanse of black ink and hard edges, she’s all smooth, creamy skin and toned lines.