Page 31 of Raise Me Up

He tugs at it gently. “I like this little piece of metal. It feels good, doesn’t it? Will it feel good for her, too?”

“Should. If it doesn’t, you can tell me. Okay, Stasi?”

She’s still all melty boned from coming, but she manages a little nod. “I want it.”

Sex with Liam is a marathon. Next time she’ll be prepared. Well,ifthere's a next time with him.

“Strip her,” Liam commands.

I ease her upper body off the bed enough to push the lace bralette over her head. She lifts her hips for me so I can slip her thong off her legs.

Laid bare before me, I have to take a breath to calm myself.

A hand grips my hair and yanks my head back. Liam kisses me at the same time he rolls a condom on my hard length.

“Show us what you’ve got, bad boy,” he murmurs, giving my head a little shove.

“You play dirty,” I complain. Then I look down at Stasi. “Are you sure about this?”

I don’t want to ruin this for them when it’s evident something has been building between them. I don’t ever want to be the cause of anyone’s pain.

Stasi rolls up, abs flexing, to cup my face in her hands. She places a tender kiss on my bottom lip. “I’m sure.”

Well,shit. I cave like she already owns me.

Holding those big brown eyes with mine, I kiss her flat on the bed. Then I grab her thighs and lift her ass to rest it on my thighs as I line up my cock with her pussy. Soon, I’m pushing balls deep into the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met.

My head falls back onto Liam’s shoulder. “Fuck. Sweetheart. You feel so good.”

I wasn’t expecting things to progress this far. I was just looking for an escape from life. I’m surprised Liam even took my call.

And now…shit. Don’t blow. Don’t blow.

I brush a hand down her stomach, slipping it between her legs to seek out that little bundle of nerves. Circling my thumb over her clit, I give it a pinch, well-aware from her breathy moans that the ball on the top of my crown is rubbing just right on the inside.

I keep my hips moving while I reach my free hand back to touch Liam’s thigh. I trace the inseam of his pants up to his straining erection. It must be painful. Hell, I’m edging on pain, just trying to keep myself from coming before Stasi does.

I don’t want this to be over, and that thought troubles me.

Liam’s deep growl snaps me back into the moment. “Take it out, Beau.”

I fumble to unzip his jeans in such an awkward position, but soon enough I have his boxers shoved down below his heavy balls. I sigh in relief when his cock is in my hand. “This thing should be illegal.”

Liam runs his calloused fingers down my ribs, causing my hips to stutter. His hands drop to my ass. He spends some time there to palm and squeeze my flesh. Every few thrusts, he physically pushes me into Stasi harder.

“Do you like fucking her, Beau? You like filling her pretty cunt with your cock?”

“Fuckkk yesss.”

I peer down at Stasi splayed out, her lips red and swollen from abuse, her brown eyes alight with pleasure. It’s too much. I have to slow my pace. I’m shaking as Liam’s hands coast over me and play with my nipples.

“Give it to me.Fuck, I need it, Liam.”

Never thought I’d beg for cock in my ass again. I’m usually the one doing the fucking. Not with him, of course. But I’m too caught up in this to care.

Liam tortures me by withdrawing his touch entirely. I bite down on a growl, my frustration quickly turning into hot lust as he moves his fingers to Stasi’s mouth.

“Suck, Anastasia. Get them wet for Beau.”