Page 68 of Raise Me Up

He takes control of Beau, too, sliding a hand into his hair and tilting his head slightly to the side. Beau’s practically boneless, desperate to be reshaped in the likeness Liam desires most.

“You will kneel here and watch me bury every inch of my cock into her pretty cunt. You willnottouch yourself.”

“Fuck.” Beau wriggles, then winces from what I assume must be the plug hitting weird. Or hittingright. Precum glistens along the slit of his cock, and I have the urge to lean down and lick it up.

“Climb up here, angel,” Liam says sternly.

Gritting my teeth at the odd pleasure of the plug as I move, I situate myself on his lap. My knees settle on either side of his solid thighs, and I rest my hands on his stone-like pecs, spreading my fingers over his skin.

A nervous smile plays on my lips. “You’re like a furnace.”

The simple touch of his thumb tracing the curve of my bottom lip lights me up. Any second now and I’ll detonate. Shatter and rain down to the ground like a firework.

His hand wraps around my jaw, turning me enough to bring his mouth to my ear.

“Sit,” he commands.

With a sharp inhale, I lower myself onto him. It’s a tight fit with the addition of the plug, but he grabs my hips and helps guide me down until I’m fully seated on his cock.

I drop my forehead to his shoulder. “Ungh. Liam. It’s too much.”

“You can handle it. You’re taking me so well. You’re going to take both of us so well one day soon.”

His husky, slightly wrecked voice has a moan slipping from my parted lips. Beau groans in response. I can only imagine the view he’s getting from his spot on the floor behind me.

“Stas. Look at me.”

My heart dips into my stomach as I straighten up and gaze into his near-black eyes. The amount of emotion swirling in them tonight has my pulse spiking.

Don’t give into hope. Don’t give into hope.

Does he know his armor is slipping? Should I tell him and save us all the gutting pain when this comes toppling down around us?

Because when he looks at me like this, Ifeelloved.

He gives so much to others through his actions. Adapts to whatever they need within his capabilities.

Has anyone ever told him that they love him in return? That he is worthy and desired and so fuckinggood?

Two little furrows appear between his brows. I don’t want to lose him at this moment, so I start to move my hips. Liam’s hands grip my ass, squeezing and spreading me so Beau can witness the way our bodies are coming together. It makes my skin burn even hotter.

“Fuck. This is torture,” Beau murmurs. “Can I please touch my dick?”

“Touch it and all you’re getting is your hand tonight,” Liam warns.

Between Beau’s whispered curses, Liam’s thick cock dragging against my walls, and the plug pressing on more nerves than I was aware of, I’m done for. Hot sensation builds at my core, curling my toes and tensing my muscles.

I slow my pace to keep from coming, but Liam isn’t having it. He regains control, slamming his hips up to strike deep and hard.

I’ve never been loud during sex, but Liam’s literallydestroyingme. His hand slides up my side to wrap around my neck, just under my jaw. With a gentle press of his thumb, he parts my lips.

“More of that. I want to hear you. Don’t hold it in.”

With his encouragement, I let go. I let him fuck the shame and the fear right out of me.

And then I’m detonating. Shattering. My vision goes black. I become nothing more than raw pleasure.

When I come to, Liam’s cradling me against his chest, the plug already removed from my body. He sweeps a hand over my face to brush locks of damp hair away. “You okay?”