Chapter 10—Eve

My heart pounded out of control, and my lips were sore from being stretched around Liam’s cock. The unique taste of him coated my tongue, making me crave more. And my clit ached with a throbbing that I swore would never stop. I shifted on my knees and squeezed my thighs, hoping to get a little bit of relief, but I knew the only thing that was going to help me was having one or both of them inside me.

Behind me, Derrick stroked his cock, his breaths becoming harder. He still had my wrists clasped in his hand, binding them so I couldn’t move or touch. In front of me, Liam had his cock in his hand, too, his shaft wet from having been in my mouth. I licked my lips and glanced up at him. My breath caught at the animalistic look in his eyes. I wiggled my fingers and attempted to twist my wrists from Derrick’s grasp, but his hold tightened.

“Please,” I said, fighting to regain my breath. “I need…” God, what did I need? To be touched? Licked? Fucked? Anything to alleviate the intense throbbing between my legs.

“What do you need, babe?” Derrick asked.

“Something…” I couldn’t even think straight.

“Something?” Liam raised a brow, then tsked in a way that was sexier than it should have been. “You need to tell us what you want, Eve. Tell us, and we’ll give it to you.”

My mind swirled with all the things I wanted, but none of the thoughts would form into actual words. Derrick always talked dirty to me during sex, but I hadn’t quite found the courage to do the same. But now I had to, and I had no idea how. “Touch me,” I said, hoping that would be enough. I should’ve known better.

“Touch you where?” Derrick asked.

“How?” Liam added.

I rolled my eyes and then set my gaze on Liam. “I want you to…” Lick me. But no matter how loud the voice in my head was screaming, I couldn’t get the words past my lips.

Liam kneeled in front of me, his gaze fiery. “What do you want me to do to you, Eve?” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers trailing across my cheek. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

All I could do was nod, and he complied, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I closed my eyes and leaned into him as far as I could go with Derrick still holding my hands behind my back. Liam nipped at my bottom lip, sucking on it erotically. The ache in my clit intensified and spread, making my insides ignite in flames of unquenched desire.

“What else do you want?” he asked, his lips tickling mine as he spoke.

“Lick me,” I whispered. My neck and face erupted with embarrassment. I cannot believe I just uttered those words.

A knowing smile lifted Liam’s mouth, and his gaze flicked up to Derrick. “You hear that? She wants me to lick her pussy.”

“Do it.” Derrick let out a long groan and stroked his shaft harder, faster. From the corner of my eye, I saw the glistening bead of pre-cum. Watching me and Liam really was getting him off! I couldn’t believe it. Here I was worried about asking Liam to give me oral, afraid I’d upset or offend my husband, and there he was loving every second of it.

In the next instance, I was being lifted onto the stern of the boat where I’d been sunbathing just moments ago. Liam spread my legs and lowered his head, his warm breath breezing over my sex in a tantalizing promise of what he was about to do. “Fucking perfection,” he mumbled a second before parting my lips with his thumbs and licking up my slit.

“Oh, God!” I cried, lifting my hips and arching my back. My mind went fuzzy, and I succumbed to whatever game this was they were playing, letting Liam have the freedom to do whatever the hell he wanted to do to me.

“So good.” He flicked his tongue over my clit, tearing another cry from me. “So sweet.” He placed his lips against mine, sucking my too-sensitive nub into his mouth as he plunged his tongue inside of me.

“Liam,” I whimpered and reached for his head, but Derrick grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. He was kneeling next to me, his cock inches from my face. I turned my head, intent on giving him a blow job, but he moved out of my reach.

“No touching, remember?” He continued to jerk off, his gaze hotter than the sun beating down on me. “Tell me how it feels, Eve. Do you like having his mouth down there, sucking your pretty little pussy?”

“Feels so good,” I moaned, looking down my body to see Liam’s head between my legs. Just then, he glanced up under his lashes, his gaze as ravenous as his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth again. My ass jerked up off the boat, and he pressed my hips back down, holding me in place. The tingling sensation started in my toes, climbed up my legs, and exploded in my core. “Oh, God. More,” I cried. “Please. Liam. I need more.”

“Fuck, babe. Hearing you beg for him is gonna make me come.” Derrick’s voice was strained, his teeth gritted.

“Me too.” Liam groaned. “Shit, you see how she’s fucking my face? You want to come, don’t you, Eve?”

“Yes.” I panted, rotating my hips. “Please. I’m so close.” I could feel my orgasm encroaching my senses, dulling everything around me while intensifying the sensations whipping through me. My body tensed in preparation, and I braced myself for what I was sure would be a debilitating orgasm. Release was so close I could taste it, my body writhing as if it had a mind of its own and then…Liam stopped. “No!” I whined. “Don’t stop. God, please don’t stop. Liam.”

He held himself above me and crushed his mouth to mine in a kiss that was sure to bruise my lips. But I didn’t care. I kissed him back, my tongue wrestling with his for dominance, or desperation. Probably both. I lifted my hips, trying desperately to get him to fuck me and give me the relief I needed, but he held firm, not lowering his body. I could feel his erection rubbing against my belly, though, thick and hard and pulsing. I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

“Don’t you dare let her come,” Derrick growled.

“I won’t,” Liam said coolly, as if he weren’t as horny as I was at that moment.

How could he be so calm when I was ready to jump out of my skin? I wiggled beneath him and hooked my foot around his leg in an effort to tug him closer. I’d never wanted a man inside of me as badly as I wanted Liam right then. “Just once. Please?”

Something in Liam’s gaze shifted, and his expression softened with understanding. But he still didn’t move. Instead, his eyes lifted to meet Derrick’s. “Maybe we can give her a little taste of what she’ll get tonight.”

I twisted my head to look up at my husband, heart racing as hope and adrenaline spiked through my veins. “Yes. I want a taste. Please, Derrick, let me have a taste.” I was teetering on the edge, and all it would take was a couple of thrusts to push me over the ledge. That’s all I needed. Just a couple well-timed, deep thrusts. Hell, it might only take one knowing it was Liam.

“I suppose a taste can’t hurt.” Derrick’s eyes darkened with lust, and he slowed the pace of his hand on his shaft. “But I want you to look at me when you take his cock, Eve. I want to see the look on your face when a strange dick stretches that pussy.”

“Okay.” I nodded, then licked my lips.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Eve?” Liam lowered himself so that the head of his cock rested against my slit, the heat of him seeping into me, igniting an already raging fire in my core.

“Yes,” I nearly hissed the word. “I want this, Liam. I want you. Please.”

“Holy fuck.” Derrick groaned. “She’s never begged like that before.”

My heart stopped. Was he pissed or jealous that I was begging for Liam? In my defense, Derrick had never forced me not to come before. If he had, I’d have begged for him just as much. I kept my gaze on my husband, watching for any signs of that alpha-male possessiveness I’d seen a few times before—but all his face registered was desire and a little bit of satisfaction.

Liam shifted above me, and then I felt him at my entrance, his thick cock pressing into me, stretching with a pleasurable burn. “Ah, God.” My words trailed into a moan as he filled me to the point I thought I’d split in two. He felt much larger than he had last night. Of course, he’d been in my ass, and Derrick had been in my pussy, so it had been difficult to tell much of anything with both of them pounding away inside of me.

“Fuck.” Liam grunted and adjusted his weight in his arms. “So tight,” he ground out between gritted teeth. Then he buried himself in me so deep and fast, I screamed, the sound seeming to echo around us.

“Eve.” Derrick panted. “The look on your face…tell me, babe, you like having another man’s dick inside of you?”

Before I could answer, Liam drew back, then thrust in hard, eliciting another scream from me.

“Her pussy’s like a fucking glove on my cock. Warm and snug. I could stay here forever,” Liam said as he moved slowly in and out of me.

Each stroke was perfect, the forward push applying the right amount of pressure on my clit. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my face went numb. “Yes,” I chanted, rocking my hips to meet his. And then he stopped moving completely. But I could feel him pulsing against my inner walls, the slight, involuntary movements diabolical. “Liam,” I whimpered.

“Eyes on me, Eve,” he said, his tone raspy as he turned my face toward him.

And in that split second when our gazes collided, my wildest fantasy became a reality. Liam stared down at me with those soulful grey eyes, crisp and clear and focused solely on me. My heart swelled and raced, the erratic thumping stealing my breath. Something inside of my mind shifted and clicked into place, and I suddenly had perfect clarity about…everything. My marriage. My future. My feelings for Liam. Because there was no denying it—I had some very strong feelings for Liam, and letting him go was no longer an option.

“Fuck, it’s hot to see you spread out like that.” Derrick let out a guttural moan, and then he came all over the towel I’d been lying on earlier, his grip on my wrists finally loosening.

I wasted no time wrapping my arms around Liam’s neck and pulling his mouth down to mine as I rocked my hips harder and faster. “Please don’t stop,” I said in between hungry, heated kisses.

“Eve.” His voice was strangled, as if he were tormented by my pleas. “It’s just a taste, remember?” He traced my lips with his tongue. “A promise of what’s to come.”

Tears burned the back of my throat. I was going to die if he stopped now. There was no way I’d make it until tonight. “No,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.” He’d started moving again, torturously slow, but it was exactly what I wanted, how I wanted. It amazed me how well he knew me, how easily he could work my body to get exactly what he wanted, to give me what I wanted in return.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he pulled out of me.

“No,” I whined, dragging out the word, and turned to glare at my husband, who was smiling. I narrowed my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows. “I think you boys are forgetting one very important detail.”

“What’s that?” Derrick asked around a chuckle.

“I don’t need either of you to get off. I’m very capable with my own hands.”

Liam’s eyes widened, and he looked at me like I was insane. Then his expression warmed, settling over me like a heated caress. “Eve, honey, you so much as think about getting yourself off, you won’t get either of us tonight. Understand?” He raised a brow and smirked.

His message was received loud and clear.