Page 33 of Raise Me Up

“Still okay?” I ask, needing confirmation that we’re not hurting her. That she’s good with me in the middle when she could havehim. My brain tells me I shouldn’t be here, but her hands slide up my arms and loop around my neck, drawing me down to her awaiting mouth.

Her little whimpers mingle with my groans as I keep fucking her. My cock throbs, my ass filled to the brim with Liam’s massive cock every time I rock back. His hands run over me, alternating between stroking along my sides and gripping my ass to pull me back against him.

“Beau,” Stasi whimpers, eyelashes fluttering and back arching. She’s close.

“I know. I got you, sweetheart.”

As I grind against her harder, she matches the movement of my hips. Her breath catches. Her muscles constrict. And then she slams her eyes shut as she throws her head back with a cry. I lean down to suck on a perky nipple while she comes undone.

Liam doesn’t hesitate. He shoves his massive cock so fucking deep in my ass, it forces me to push farther into Stasi.

After we’ve wrung out the last of her orgasm, Liam switches to shorter, targeted thrusts to pinpoint that sensitive spot inside of me. I tease him by bearing down, and he smacks my ass before slamming into me.

I’m barely holding on by the time he pulls me up into his arms. Is he splitting me in two? Will I die from this orgasm? Will anything ever top this night?

With a curse and a full-body shudder, I come. Pulse after aching pulse spills into the condom. It’s never-ending as Liam pounds through my release. He shows me no mercy, reminding me that the word gentle isn’t in his vocabulary. I should have known better.

Liam follows me over the edge, coming with a growl. His thrusts never seem to end, pushing me to the edge of sensitivity. My twisted brain wants to know what it would feel like to have him fill me with his warm cum, no condom in the way.

Completely at odds with his aggressive fucking, Liam plants a kiss between my shoulder blades while he eases out of my body.

Well, that’s new.

Without his support, I collapse next to Stasi on the bed. Her fingers press to my skin, feeling for a heartbeat. “Still alive.”

My smile is weak as my heavy eyelids shut. “Check me again in a few hours, okay?”

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Stasi

I’d like to say I don’t freak out when I wake up in Liam’s bed the next morning, but that’s exactly what I do.

Lurching upright, I catch the sheet before it slips down my naked chest.

This is bad, isn’t it? This is exactly what I shouldn’t be doing.

Panic has me scrambling to my feet. I wince at the soreness in my muscles and the ache between my legs. Beau isn’t exactly small inthatdepartment. With the added force of Liam fucking into him, I’m in need of a warm bath when I make it to my apartment.

What we did last night… I’d never experienced anything like it. None of my other partners cared about my pleasure.

To be honest, I’m not sure I cared about it either.

But red flags are waving in my head. Liam doesn’t date. I’ve known that since high school. He’s not one for repeats either.

Damn it, where are my clothes?

I bounce around Liam’s bedroom like a rogue ping-pong ball, trying to recall who peeled my clothes off me. It might have been a combination of both men.

In my frantic hunt, I notice Beau sprawled out in Liam’s bed. A laugh tries to sneak out of me at how comfortable he looks, an arm and a leg danglingoff the edge.

He groans, popping an eye open. Then he smiles. “Wasn’t a dream, huh?”

No. Not a dream. More like a nightmare. Now things are going to be awkward. Messy. Painful.

I suppose if Liam goes back to ignoring my existence, it’ll be like last night never happened. Liam and I didn’t reallydomuch.

Though he definitely watched me and Beau.