Discovering Dalton (Manchester Menage Collection #2) (38 page)

Chapter
42

L
iam was still outside when Dalton came to find him thirty minutes after they’d taken their plates inside. He needed time to think about Dalton saying he was leaving, and although it hadn't happened, it hurt him so badly he couldn’t go back in and be around them. He couldn’t just put on a front and pretend it was all okay. He’d waited too long for this to let it slip through his fingers.

“Hey.” Dalton leaned against the wall and smiled at Liam. “I know I peed you off earlier.”

“You didn’t pee me off. You hurt me.” Liam folded his arms across his chest and looked over the night skyline of Manchester, the city office blocks shining in the distance. “I love you, and I don’t know if you believe me when I say it, but that’s the truth. Hearing you plan to move away after a couple of days, that hurt in here.” He tapped his chest and then looked to his feet.

“Liam, I believe you.” Dalton moved into his space, opening Liam’s tightly folded arms so he could worm against his chest. “You’re so stubborn, big man. Let me in, I want to hold you.”

Liam relaxed and let Dalton cradle his body, wrapping both arms around his back and breathing in his scent. “I can't let you go. The thought of you leaving, it made every inch of me shake. I can't be without you. Whether you're living beneath us here or across town, it changes nothing. I need you right here. I need you in my bed when I wake and I need you in my arms when I fall asleep. If you think I'd be okay because I have Troy, then you're wrong. I love both of you, and last month, if you told me I could love two people so strongly and so equally, then I would’ve called you a liar. It’s changed, but everything’s changed. Nothing between me and Troy would have happened if it wasn’t for you. We both need you, and I don’t want to make it sound like you're a binding agent or something because you're not, but I don’t want it to be just me and him. I love you, and I know right now you don’t feel the same way, but in time, I really hope I can convince you to love me… us.”

Dalton reached up, wrapping his arms around Liam's neck and staring into his eyes. “Liam… I'm not going anywhere, I promise, but I needed to know where I stood. This is your home. You paid for it and designed it. You asked me to stay while things settled down. You didn’t ask me to live here permanently.”

“Okay, so I'm asking you to live here with us.”

“I'm not leaving, Liam.”

“And in a month, what then?”

“I don’t see myself leaving. Not if you don’t want me to.”

“Is that what’s working you up? That you think we’ll ask you to leave, that this will all blow over and we’ll move on alone?”

Dalton tried to step back, his worries being out in the open obviously making him nervous, but Liam took hold of him, pushing him up against the wall and staring determinedly into his eyes.

“I love you, Dalton Young. Every single cell in my body hurts when you're not near me, do you understand? Do you know how much I feel for you? How desperate I am to keep you with us, to make this work? I feel like I'm on edge and I'm about to collapse, and it only stops when we're all together. When we’re all content and I have you both close.”

“Liam…” Dalton lifted up and kissed him, their mouths clashing together, Liam's big hands holding onto Dalton's arse as he ground against him.

Liam felt like a possessive monster when he had Dalton like this. He needed to tie him up and keep him tethered to his side. He knew this was down to his own fears, his own abandonment issues, and not Dalton’s, but he was so fight or flight it shocked him. He’d never been so dominant before. He was usually a gentle giant in bed who took his time, who caressed and kissed, who took every moment of time to make sure the other guy got off before him, but with Dalton…

Fuck! He wanted to go all caveman and drag him into bed, bend him over and screw him so hard he’d feel it for a week.

“I need you,” Liam growled over Dalton’s lips. “I need to own you. I need to make you mine.”

“I’m yours,” Dalton moaned, leaning into Liam, enjoying the powerful display Liam was acting out over him.

“You're not leaving me, get it? Not ever. You're mine. You belong to me, and I'm going to do pretty much whatever it takes to make sure you know how much you're mine. Even if I have to brand you and seal a collar around your neck with my name engraved on it, I’ll do it.”

“Liam.” Dalton smiled, half lidded and eyes full of need. “Fuck! Liam. You’ve owned me since I first walked into Aspire and saw your Greek god style body from across the room. Everything about you, your attitude, the way you look at me, the way you command me around. Liam, I'd do whatever you tell me to do, I always have done. I'm yours. You just need to realise it.”

Dalton kissed him again, and this time Liam took hold of his wrists, pinning them above his head, kissing him so hard and fast Dalton was going to have bruises on his lips the next day. Liam wanted him to be marked, he wanted to leave handprints all over him, teeth marks on his neck, love bites on his chest, he wanted to carve his initials onto Dalton’s flesh and be proud of it.

With that possessive thought, Liam pulled off his lips, smashing his fists into the wall behind Dalton’s head and growling. “I can't control how I want you. I'm afraid, Dalton, and that’s not good.”

“Don’t be. I'm here.”

“Everyone I love leaves. There's only Troy who’s stuck with me and I could lose him too. Hell, I could lose him to you.” Liam spun around, holding his arms over his head and looking out at the city again. “I have more to lose than either of you. I'm the one who’s put my heart out there and opened myself up to being fucked off. I know what you two have, I can see it. I know how special Troy is and I know you and him have a connection we don’t. Maybe we will in the future, but I'm okay if it’s different. You're going to love him like no other. I know this because he’s Troy, and he’s gonna make you adore him and protect him. I'm just me. What do I have to offer you?”

“You have everything I need and more, Liam.” Dalton jumped in front of him, looking into his emotional eyes, Liam cursing himself for the wetness in them. He didn’t cry, he didn’t show this level of emotion to anyone, but Dalton wasn’t just anyone. “I'm not going anywhere either by myself or with Troy. Neither of us would hurt you.” Dalton looked over his shoulder and noticed Liam watching Troy standing there, eyes wet, hands in pockets.

Troy leaned in and kissed him. “I'm not going anywhere. I'm right where I want to be.”

Dalton moved closer to them, sharing his touch equally and offering comfort simultaneously. “Liam, where would I be without you? You say you have nothing to offer but you're selling yourself short by miles. You have everything to offer me, everything I need. You're strong when I can't be, you looked after me when I had no one, I trust you with things I couldn’t trust anyone else. Liam…” Dalton tilted his face and those blue eyes met his. “I love you.”

Liam stopped breathing, just looking at Dalton as he stepped closer.

“How could I not? You think you're the only one who’s afraid? You're not, Troy and I feel the same way. I can't even imagine being apart from you. The moving out, I had to consider it, I had to know where I stood, and seeing how it hurt you, I wish I hadn't said anything, but Liam, Baby, I love you so much it hurts my heart. You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me. My life would be a shambles, hell, I think I'd have drunk myself into a coma by now if it hadn't been for you. I would never have met Troy, and I wouldn’t be here now with the two people I adore more than anyone else. You’ve given me the life I have now. You are my life. Both of you.”

Troy moved into them and they shared a three-way hug while they calmed down, then he lifted his head. “How about we get in bed and snuggle? Life seems perfect when we’re all holding each other and we stop thinking. We can watch a movie.”

“Sounds good.” Dalton took Liam's hand, casting a loving look his way as they both tugged him inside.

When they got inside and Troy was locking up, Dalton leaned into him pressing his lips against Liam’s and huskily whispering, “I want you to show me how much I belong to you.”

“And how would I do that?” Liam was already excited by their kisses earlier, so hearing Dalton speak like that made his cock perk back up.

“If I have to tell you, then it’s no fun, is it? I don’t want to tell you, I want to have it ripped from me by these big hands. By this thick cock.”

“Dalton, I wouldn’t start this.” Troy chuckled out as he watched them bumping down the hallway to the bedroom.

“Why not?” Dalton stood on his toes and kissed Liam hard. “I want to have you inside me.”

“I won't fit.” Liam grinned down at him.

“Aww, Liam, together we can get Dalton so ready for you, he’ll never want the big cock out of his ass.” Troy grabbed hold of Dalton's hand and led him into the bedroom.

Liam followed closely behind, his gaze stuck on Dalton, and a smirk playing on his lips. “Dalton, I'm not going to rush this, but I’m going to have fun stretching that tight arse open.”

Troy sulked, pouting those nice lips as he stripped off Dalton's clothes.

“Don’t worry, T. I have plans for your arse. Dalton’s going to fuck you into the mattress.”

Troy opened his eyes wider, and then grinned at Dalton. “I like it when a good plan comes together.”

“Oh, we’ll be coming together if I time it right.” Liam chuckled, tearing off the last of Dalton's clothes. “Now, get that sexy arse on the bed and spread those thighs for me. I want to lick you out while Troy slides his cock into your mouth again, but this time, T, I want your arse pointing at me so I can tease myself with how sexy it looks as Dalton slides his fingers inside you.”

Troy was practically falling over to get out of his clothes as he laughed. “Liam, the thought you’ve put into this scares and excites me.”

“Yeah, well, while you two worry about
stupid
things, I worry about how I'm going to perform in here.”

With that, Liam pushed him backwards, staring down at them—creamy Dalton and olive toned Troy, so different and both looking up at him, their cocks hard and their pupils blown wide. Fuck! Liam would die happy if this was the last thing he saw, but before he died, he had a few hours of fun planned.

Chapter
43

D
alton would’ve been lying if he said he was totally fine with the things Liam planned, but despite feeling nervous, he pulled up his big boy pants and got on with it. The moment felt very different from his first time with Kelly, but the nerves and tension which he recalled were also there mixed in with the need and lust. The lust was a deeper one with Troy and Liam. Dalton wasn’t going to pretend he hadn’t enjoyed his time with her when they first became lovers, but he also wasn’t going to sugarcoat it and build it up to be something it wasn’t.

Everything he’d experienced so far with either Troy or Liam made his previous sexual experiences pale into an almost translucent colour. The man who was married to her for ten years didn’t like that. Didn’t like it because he felt it hurt her in some way, or diminished what they had, but then his sensible side reminded him Kelly was well aware their sex life hadn’t been all it should have been. After all, she was the one who pointed it out.

Dalton sucked in a deep breath as they all lay together on the bed, naked and turned on. Dalton was shocked constantly at how much he wanted these two men. Alone, they warped his mind into dimensions he never knew he could go to, but together, well, Dalton was afraid he would die of overexcitement at some point in their relationship.

Troy and Liam had plenty of experience with men, but they knew, or hopefully they remembered what it was like when they first stepped into the wonderful world of sex, and recalled how nervous they felt. If Liam actually could feel nervous about anything, that is.

Dalton turned to Liam, brown eyes searching his and reading his mind before smiling softly.

“I'm going to be right here with you all the way.”

Dalton nodded, happy and concerned about that. Yes, it was good to have someone experienced with him, but that person being so close and being someone who Dalton wanted desperately could be bad. He’d hate to come quickly. That was his biggest fear. It seemed an even bigger issue with two men. They knew what it was like though, they went through everything he did, worked in the same way, had the same moving parts. They all connected so well. Liam read his mind already, saw what his body wanted and gave it to him. Tonight, or any night, would be no different. It was only going to get better and better.

“Don’t be nervous, Dee.” Liam sucked on his bottom lip, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Liam’s rough hands circling his chest, Troy’s mouth soon making an appearance and kissing his neck. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. You can’t do anything wrong. There’s no right or wrong here. It’s all about us finding out how this works. You're not the only one who’s new to this. We’ve never shared ourselves this way either, and we’ve never been this intimate in bed with each other.”

Dalton knew this, but hearing it again helped him release the tension he was carrying and kiss Liam back, running his hand up Troy’s chest and around his neck before he parted contact with Liam and moved to Troy’s mouth. Their lips were soon sliding together, Dalton conscious how different they both felt against him, but so similar at the same time.

With a deep breath, he laid back on the pillow and smiled, eyes already hazy and a little breathless with the excitement filling him. “I want you both so much.”

“We want you, Dalton.” Troy slid his leg over Dalton’s, kissing his chest before taking a stiff nipple in his mouth and sucking, playing with the tender skin in his teeth before flicking his tongue over it.

Just that was enough to make Dalton go cross-eyed, but Liam’s calloused hand was working up his thigh, spreading tender touches over his balls and rigid cock. It made him thrust his hips upwards, groaning when those big fingers stopped their movements.

Troy smiled when Dalton complained through low huffs, but there was a reason for Liam’s no contact and that reason was important. Lube and condoms were in his hand when he turned back, discarding the condoms on the bedside cabinet but laying the lube on Dalton’s chest.

“That’s an important part of your sex life for now.” Liam grinned at him before he planted another firm kiss on his mouth. “Later, much later for you, but with Troy I'm guessing lube isn’t a necessity every time, right?”

Troy shrugged as he sucked Dalton’s nipple. “Depends on how things go leading up to that moment.” He smirked, then guided Dalton’s hand to his long cock standing against his stomach. “Saliva is good for a lot of things, but like everything, it depends on how I feel. Sometimes I like to be slippery and wet, sometimes I like it hot and rough.”

Dalton was trying not to feel so bewildered by the moment, but it must have shown because Liam nudged Troy a little and he shuffled backwards. Liam was running a hand down his body to Dalton’s cock, spreading soft kisses over his neck and shoulder as he rolled Dalton onto his side, now facing Troy who was watching them.

Once he’d got Dalton where he should be, he lifted Troy’s leg, placing it on Dalton’s hip. Once there, they kissed, all three pressed up together, Dalton caged in between their bodies, both of them grinding into him, kissing, sucking, touching—it was already causing his cock to leak and he had to pull of Troy’s lips and take a moment.

Liam used that moment to take his hand, squeezing the jelly-like lube onto his finger. “Rub them together, like this.” He rolled his own fingers and Dalton copied. “Warm it up a bit, that’s also important.”

Troy chuckled. “I agree.”

Dalton liked the feeling of the highly slippery substance on his fingers and looked at his fingertips gleaming in the low light before wondering what he was supposed to do with them. Liam guided his hand between Troy’s thighs, finding his ass cheeks open and exposed for his touch in the position. Dalton’s breath hitched in his chest when he felt the soft, warm skin under his cooler fingers. Neither of them could see what they were doing, but Liam’s experience showed, and Dalton let his hand be guided over Troy’s body, sliding over his tight opening. Each time he passed, Troy bit his lip, his cock leaking precum over Dalton’s thigh.

“Kiss him,” Liam whispered gently against Dalton’s neck.

Dalton felt like he needed every bit of attention on what his hand was doing. He was sure he needed a notepad and a pen to jot this down, but then Troy caught his mouth and everything evaporated again. Once they connected, Dalton let go of his worries, continuing the gentle caressing of Troy’s body even when Liam removed his hand.

With Troy now slick, Dalton added more pressure, wanting to feel and explore his body. He knew he couldn’t just rush into an arse. Failed attempts at anal sex with Kelly showed him that, but he’d never spent this level of time with her, never thought it sexual, just boring prep which he had to get out of the way. Which is probably why every time they’d attempted it, they’d got half his cock inside and then had to stop.

Liam’s hand was back with his as he watched them both. Dalton felt he should be taking more notice of Troy’s body, he should be learning how Troy’s breathing changed, how his body relaxed, but it was all so new and his mind was overwhelmed with the desire pulsing from his cock.

Liam seemed to notice what Troy was doing, though, because he was softly telling Dalton to push inside him. “Nice and slow. Wet him inside with shallow touches at first. When you can read each other better, you’ll see when he’s ready. Watch him, see how he wants it, when he’s ready for more.”

Dalton stopped breathing when a fingertip entered Troy’s body. Troy moaned and it encouraged Dalton to push in deeper, half of his finger moving in and out of him before Liam whispered he could add another. With two, Dalton felt that tight heat more and he looked into Troy’s excited green eyes, feeling him stretch open for him. A couple of movements and Troy’s breathing quickened, clasping Dalton with tight hands as he threw his head back, moaning in that low, sexy way which both Liam and Dalton loved.

“You need another, or do you like it this way?” The question reminded Dalton Liam didn’t know how to read this part of Troy either.

Troy took Dalton’s cock in his fist, working it loosely as he smiled. “I like it like this. I'm ready. I want to feel you pushing into me.”

Liam chuckled softly. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”

Troy pushed Dalton backwards, Liam huffing as he kneeled up out of the way. “I also like it on top.”

Liam watched as Troy straddled Dalton’s thighs, still running a loose fist over his aching cock, and Dalton felt too close to coming from all the attention. Luckily, his nerves sort of balanced it out and he was kept under control, because the thought of Troy riding him, feeling that tight, slick, hot heat which he’d been teased with—it was going to blow his mind.

“This way—” Troy spread his thighs wider, leaning over Dalton and bracing himself on the headboard. “—you both get involved.” He winked at Liam, nodding his head behind him. “Get behind me and guide him into my arse. I want to feel you both around me while I ride him.”

Liam held his impressive erection as he shuffled closer to Troy, edging his big body around the mattress so he was positioned directly behind Troy. Dalton cried out when Liam touched his desperate length, the condom rolling teasingly slow down him before cool gel was applied.

Troy chuckled, kissing him sweetly. “You ready for me to pop your cherry, Dalton?”

“More than ready.” Dalton grinned upwards, kissing him before Troy rolled his hips, his slick arse cheeks riding Dalton’s cock. “Fuck!”

“Hmm, someone’s ready for more, huh?”

“Yes!” Dalton called out loudly, but Liam had his cock in his firm grip and he could feel Troy rocking over him, feeling his tight hole begging for Dalton’s cock as Troy bounced over his swollen shaft.

When Troy sat back, Liam still guiding his cock, he tensed. Liam was moaning, telling Troy how good he looked spreading open for Dalton’s cock, asking how it felt to finally get it inside him. The words, the heavy atmosphere, it elevated Dalton’s passion to a level so high, he felt he’d reached a breaking point. Right then, Liam’s fist tightened around the base of his cock, giving him much needed relief and allowing him to stop his balls from rising any further.

Troy eased up and down, taking his cock in short, shallow movements, bracing himself above Dalton. It was then they looked into the other’s eyes, the passion, the lust, the need, it all was overpowered by something deeper, something more intense than what his body was experiencing. It was that connection, that buzzing, that heat which filled his chest and stopped Dalton from breathing.

When he felt Liam’s hand leave his base, Dalton gulped, wondering how long he could last without it, and then Troy sat on his thighs, both of them gasping as all his length was buried inside Troy’s pulsing passageway.

“Troy…”

“Dalton. You feel so good.” Troy gasped, his body lifting, and Dalton saw the surprise was caused by Liam’s big hands now holding his hips, positioning him just right before sliding him back down.

Liam controlled their movements, working them higher with more dirty words, describing how hard he was for them, how he wanted to watch them fuck. Troy plunged onto Dalton, his breath coming in short bursts, crying out for more. The tension was so thick Dalton could taste it along with the scent of sex in the air.

“Touch him,” Liam grunted out. “Pull his cock.”

Dalton managed to move his hand, wrapping it around Troy’s swollen length, the precum running down his stiff cock and sliding over Dalton’s fist as he began to work his cock. Each time Liam pushed them together, Troy rutted into Dalton’s hand. The grunts and moans picked up, followed quickly by Troy swearing as he rode Dalton. Both of them were so close Dalton could feel it vibrating through them.

“That’s it, make him come, Dee.” Liam was feeling them join.

Dalton felt his fingers on either side of his cock as he lifted up into Troy, finally taking over from Liam and fucking Troy himself. Troy stilled, letting him do it, his hand working faster, both of them climbing higher. Dalton could feel his body tightening, pulsing and jerking around his cock, Troy’s length stiffening in his hand.

Dalton looked into Troy’s eyes at just the right time, seeing his pupils blown wide, his mouth slack, body dripping with sweat as he came. The sight set Dalton’s overdue orgasm off, and he rose into Troy two more times before he exploded.

“Troy!” Dalton tightened his grip on Troy’s hips, riding up into him harder. “Fuck, yes!”

“Shit.” Liam was holding Troy up, letting Dalton fuck him through his orgasm.

Troy fell forwards, collapsing onto Dalton as they both enveloped each other, breathing hard, and struggling to do anything other than lie still. Dalton eased himself out of Troy, still keeping him laid on top of him, cradling him and murmuring how much he’d enjoyed their first time, then Troy groaned, tilting his hips up, searching out the touch which Dalton guessed was Liam’s fingers.

When Troy looked back, sleepy eyes smiling at Liam and giving him a silent answer to a question Dalton missed, Liam swore loudly, moving Troy backwards, his head now resting on Dalton’s stomach, and then it happened. Troy arched his back, shouting out, Liam joining him soon after.

“Fuck, Troy. You feel so fucking good.”

“Fuck me, Liam.” Troy’s eyes were clouded by lust, driven wild by the desperate need overpowering them both. “You're so big. Fill me up and fuck me hard.”

Liam plunged into him, much harder than Dalton had done and he watched in stunned, excited silence as they fucked above him. Raw and wild, heavy and intense, both of them lost in the moment. Liam looked so sexy, so buff and big, his muscles flexing like they did in the gym when he worked out. Dalton couldn’t take his eyes off either of them, realising how Liam must have felt watching them moments ago.