Chapter 4—Eve

My body was on fire, inside and out. My thighs burned with the effort of being stretched across Liam’s muscular legs, and my clit was swollen and aching with need from rubbing against his hard and very impressive erection. And my lips tingled from his kiss. Damn, that man knew exactly how to work my mouth, like he’d somehow studied everything I desired and gave it to me.

Liam lifted me off his lap, and my dress fell to the floor in a heap around my feet, leaving me in just my pink panties. As if on cue, both of them let out an appreciative hiss. I didn’t know if it was hot or creepy that they were so in sync. It was like they were one person.

“C’mon.” Derrick took my hand and led me toward the bedroom. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Liam was coming, too, and I smiled when I found him right behind me. I’d fantasized about what it would be like to have Liam hold me, kiss me, stare at me with those soulful eyes, and the real thing shattered even my hottest dream. He winked, and I felt the sudden rush of heat to my neck and face.

We walked into the room, and I immediately noticed the candles on the dresser and the lube on the nightstand. The blankets had been turned down and piled at the foot of the bed. My heart tripped over itself, and I drew in a shaky breath that was cut off with a short gasp when Derrick shut the door, the click of it latching shut warning me that this was really going to happen.

“On the bed,” Derrick ordered.

I glanced at him, my eyes narrowing slightly. He knew I didn’t like it when he used that tone to order me around. He’d tried it a few times in the past, and I usually shut him down before he could get more than a couple words out of his mouth. But I had a feeling this was part of the game, so I kept my mouth shut and did as he said. I climbed onto the bed and lay in the middle, the sheets cool against my heated flesh.

They stood exactly where they were, neither of them moving except for their eyes as they each raked their gazes over my nearly naked body. Derrick’s brown eyes shone with excitement, like a kid with a new toy that no one else had. But Liam…he devoured me with his eyes.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Liam said, his compliment sending my heart racing.

“I know.” Derrick beamed with pride.

Standing side-by-side, the two of them were like something out of a fairy tale—walking Gods. Two tall, sexy, muscular men—one hard around the edges, the other more refined, softer. They were total opposites in personality and looks, yet they somehow fit perfectly. I could understand why they made such a great team, why women would line up for a turn with them. And I’d singlehandedly destroyed a lot of women’s fantasies when I’d snagged Derrick. But now they were back together, like a reunion tour of sorts, and I was their sole fan.

Derrick removed his shirt, and my breath caught, just like it did every time I saw his fit form. He was a sexy man, and I’d spent many nights touching him, memorizing his body, wondering how the heck I’d been so lucky to land someone like him. But then Liam tossed his shirt to the floor, and my breath disappeared. Like, vanished. Completely gone. I could not breath. At all. On the couch, I’d felt how solid his chest and abs were, but to see them firsthand? Every muscle was defined as if they’d been etched by hand.

“Think she’s ready?” Liam asked.

I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t scream, yes, I’m ready!

“I don’t know. Let’s find out,” Derrick said.

It was kinda hot how they talked about me like I wasn’t lying a few feet away, like they were silently communicating with each other about what to do next, how they were going to touch me. Please me. In the next moment, they split directions. Derrick kneeled on the foot of the bed between my slightly parted feet while Liam approached me from the side. It was like a perfectly choreographed routine meant to distract, and it worked. I had no idea where to look or what to do.

Derrick’s hands landed on my ankles and began a slow, torturous ascent up my shins and over my knees, which he eased apart as he’d done so many times before. I bit my bottom lip and stared down at him, knowing any second he was going to slip his fingers into my panties. He was a rock star with his fingers, and he could make me come in three minutes flat with his talented hands. But I didn’t want to come so fast this time. I wanted it to last, to experience everything they had planned for me.

Liam sat on the edge of the bed and boxed me in with his arms on either side of my head, effectively cutting off my view of Derrick. My gaze snapped to Liam, who was once again devouring me with those eyes. I swallowed hard, fighting against the surge of emotions ravaging my body. God, I wouldn’t put it past him to be able to make a woman come with nothing more than a look. I squirmed, and he smirked as if he knew exactly what I was thinking and feeling. If that were the case, he’d know I was dying for him to kiss me again.

Derrick curled his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugged them over my hips, easing one leg, then the other, out of the thin material until I was completely naked. Exposed. He slid his finger along my slit and muttered a curse. “Fucking Christ, Liam. What the hell did you do to her out there? She’s dripping wet already.”

“All I did was kiss her.” With one brow raised and one corner of his mouth lifted in an arrogant smile, his eyes sparked, then darkened to a shade of charcoal. “Isn’t that right, Eve?”

And I swear to everything holy, he gazed into my soul and flung open the door to the darkest recesses of my mind, exposing every secret I harbored, every naughty fantasy I’d ever had about him. No matter what I said or did, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew I wanted him like this, that he knew he could unravel me with very little effort. That was the real reason I’d refused to do this for so long. It wasn’t because I was disgusted with the idea, or because I didn’t think I’d enjoy it. It was because Liam was dangerous for my sanity. My marriage. Because I knew there was only one man in the world who could tear me away from Derrick, and that man was now shirtless in my bed.

Panic gripped my chest. We shouldn’t be doing this. It was going to cause too many problems, have too many repercussions. It was tossing a boulder into a calm lake, the ripples extending and causing chaos in millions of unknown ways. But before I could speak up, Derrick shoved two fingers inside me at the exact same time Liam’s lips landed on mine. My hips jerked off the bed, and I cried out, which ended up sounding more like a muffled whimper thanks to Liam’s tongue plunging into my mouth. He nipped and licked and teased my lips, stealing what little breath I had left with each flick of his tongue over mine. It was like he was making love to my mouth.

“Fuck, babe, you are so wet.” Derrick groaned and pressed his thumb to my clit.

An explosion of sensations swept over me, and I became dizzy. No. There was no way I was on the verge of coming already. But my toes started to tingle, and my face numbed. I grabbed Liam’s face, forcing him to kiss me deeper. If I was going to come, I wanted to be kissing him when I did.

But he pulled back, his eyes wild with hunger. “I want to feel these pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Do it, Eve,” Derrick said before I had a chance to respond. “Suck his dick. I know you want to.” He worked another finger into me, stealing my ability to think. And then he did that thing where he pressed his pinkie against the entrance to my ass, and my whole body tensed in preparation.

Liam put his mouth near my ear, his voice loud enough for only me to hear him. “Remember, you’re in complete control.” He nipped at my earlobe, then pulled back.

“Eve…” Derrick started to remove his fingers, and I whimpered. “If you can’t play nice with both of us, you don’t get either of us.”

I really didn’t need any convincing, but Derrick’s warning gave me the push I needed to take the control Liam kept assuring me I had. “Don’t stop,” I said to Derrick, and he rewarded me with several deep thrusts of his fingers, making me moan loudly.

As if able to read my mind, Liam slipped off the bed and reached for the button on his jeans. I wanted to watch him undress, but all I could focus on was the tightening in my core and the tingles traveling through my limbs.

“That’s it,” Derrick crooned, slipping his pinkie into my ass. “Come on my hand, Eve. Or would you rather have my cock in you?” He looked up at me, a wicked smile on his handsome face.

“Fingers,” I gasped. “I want your fingers.” God, he was so good with his hands.

“We’re gonna work this pussy real good. Make you come two or three times. Then you can have our cocks,” Derrick said.

I swallowed hard. It wasn’t unusual for me to have multiple orgasms during sex, but two had always been my limit, and I was positive I couldn’t handle more than that. Just then, the bed dipped with Liam’s weight, and my attention shifted to him, to his naked body and the erection jutting out proudly in front of him. “Shit,” I said before I could stop myself. He was huge. Long and thick.

He straddled my chest, his massive cock fisted in his hand. I stared at him, wondering how the hell I was going to fit him in my mouth. Or any other part of my body. I always had trouble taking all of Derrick, and Liam was a couple inches longer and a hell of a lot thicker. He rubbed the tip across my lips, the heat radiating from him threatening to burn me alive. Nerves fluttered in my stomach. I didn’t know the first thing about how Liam liked to be touched. What if I did it wrong or he didn’t like it?

“Open that hot little mouth for me,” he said, nudging my lips with his cock.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, teasing his slit, before closing my mouth around him. The groan that tore from his chest was guttural, animalistic, and so damn sincere, it pushed me over the edge, setting off my orgasm. I lifted my hips, meeting Derrick’s hand as he continued to trust his fingers in me, and I sucked Liam’s cock the only way I knew how—slow, steady, eager. I stroked his shaft with my hand, sucking on his tip, moaning around his thick, throbbing flesh.

“Fuck.” He slammed his palms on the wall, bracing himself as he stared down at me. Watching. Memorizing. Devouring. “Shit, Eve, your mouth feels so good.”

A thrill raced up my spine, and I tried to close my legs around Derrick’s hand, but he pinned my thigh with his free hand, making it impossible for me to move.

“She’s coming,” Derrick announced. “God damn she’s squeezing my fingers like a fucking vise.”

I took more of Liam into my mouth, hoping I could focus on him so my orgasm wouldn’t completely exhaust me, but he eased back. “Oh, no,” he said, shaking his head, his eyes dark and intense. “Keep doing exactly what you were.” He caressed the side of my face. “I liked it.”

I hesitated for a second. Derrick always liked it when I deep-throated him and choked on his cock until my eyes watered. I hated it, but I did it for him because I knew how much it got him off, but knowing Liam liked the way I preferred to do it… I let out a shrill moan and slowly took him back into my mouth, letting my tongue cradled the underside of his shaft, and then my orgasm seized me. Derrick fucked me with his fingers. Liam fucked my mouth. And I was powerless to do anything but lie there and succumb to the glorious waves of pleasure ripping through me.