Discovering Dalton (Manchester Menage Collection #2) (41 page)

Liam was growling as he ate him out, his stubble scratching the inside of Dalton’s cheeks and turning him on. When he felt a slick finger entering him, he cried out, loving the feeling of Liam stretching him open. Between them both, Dalton was used at both ends, both of them filling him up.

Troy was close and Liam stopped fingering Dalton, removing two of his fingers and stepping next to Troy, both of them squashed up together, Liam tilting Troy’s head back and kissing him deeply while he edged Dalton from his cock.

Dalton took each of them in hand, pulling and licking them as they watched him from above, sharing slow kisses, hot pants of air being shared. Dalton looked up, enjoying seeing them kiss and grind up against the other while he sucked them both, sharing his mouth between the two strong men above him.

He worked them both, trying to time it right and get them to both come together. When Troy got too close, he backed off and sucked Liam, forcing the thick cock as far back as he could without choking himself. Liam grunted, thrusting his hips, a hand grabbing the back of Dalton’s neck, Troy pulling his own cock as Dalton jerked off Liam’s.

Together they called out his name, both shooting over Dalton’s face, their cum coating almost every part of it. Dalton had his own cock in his hand. Licking off their cream turned him on too much and he was soon begging for Liam to get him into bed and fuck him.

Dripping wet, and all three banging into the walls of the corridor, they made it the bed. Dalton fell onto it first, taking Troy with him, their lips never leaving the other’s. Liam spun Dalton on top of Troy, parting Dalton’s thighs and gliding his tongue up and down from his balls to his spine before pushing his tongue into the loosened hole.

Dalton and Troy ground their bodies into each other, their slippery skin easing the friction as Liam’s long fingers worked their way into Dalton again, his tongue working around them and helping ease them inside. Dalton was crying out, parting his legs, not being able to even kiss Troy back. He was too lost in the sensation of Liam filling him up.

Tonight, he would have Liam’s cock inside him, and Dalton burned up thinking how it would feel to have something so big in him. That’s why Liam had taken his time, played with Dalton, used toys and his fingers, putting off the moment until Liam knew he wouldn’t be hurt. He wanted Dalton to enjoy this as much as Troy did, and Dalton knew tonight was the right time.

With two pairs of hands moving him around, he found himself on his side, Troy laying in front of him, kissing and covering his cock with a lubed hand, the slick gel easing his fist over Dalton’s cock. His leg was raised over Troy’s hip and he felt Liam behind him, slick fingers easing into him, the lube cool against Dalton’s burning flesh.

“You feel so good. You're going to feel so tight around my cock when I take your virgin ass.”

“Liam!” Dalton was on fire, every dip of those three fingers inside him destroying any kind of sanity left in him. “I want you now.”

“Baby, just give yourself a—”

“No,” Dalton growled out, turning to face him. “I need you now.”

“Liam,” Troy murmured out from Dalton’s neck. “Fuck him, Baby, he’s ready.”

Liam was the one who paused, but then he moved, covering his cock with a condom before rubbing his head over Dalton’s hole, pushing his head in and out, opening Dalton up slowly before easing in, his slick cock now breaching the strong muscle inside Dalton and the breath being punched from his chest as Liam entered him for the first time.

“Fuck!” Dalton tensed and Liam stilled. Troy crawled down Dalton’s body to his cock, kissing and playing with his balls, humming softly over them.

Liam’s big hands massaged Dalton’s chest, kisses being shared all over the back of his neck, Liam’s cock still inside his tight passage while Dalton got used to the feeling of being so full. When he eased back, he groaned and Liam dipped his hips, slipping his fat cock further inside him.

Between Troy sucking his cock and Liam easing into him, Dalton stayed relaxed, hiding his face in the pillow and moaning louder than he’d ever done before and Liam was barely inside him.

“You're going to love this, Dee. I can tell you're going to keep me busy from now on by bending over and begging for a fuck.”

“Yeah, I want it. I need to be fucked.”

“That’s it, Dee, just let me give you what you need.” Liam pushed in, Dalton crying out as he filled him up in one long, slow push, his balls now on his ass and Dalton’s hole burning like it was on fire from Liam’s wide base.

“Liam…” Dalton stopped breathing and Liam slapped his arse, he tensed then relaxed, blowing it out. “You're so big.”

“Hmm, you sound surprised.” Liam chuckled. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Dalton breathed out.

“Good, ‘cos I need to fuck you, Baby. I’ve been waiting for so long, I think my balls are going to blow up when I shoot.”

“Do it! Fuck me.”

Liam began pulling out, leaving just his wide head stretching Dalton’s hole, Troy sucking his head, watching Liam and trying to work Dalton at the same speed. Dalton died and went to heaven when Liam slid his cock deep inside him and his cock filled Troy’s throat. They worked him like that, Liam’s movements getting faster and harder.

Dalton attempted to lift his leg but failed when he realised he’d no bones left in his body. Liam eventually lifted it for him, pushing it to his chest. Troy was still under him, sucking his cock as Liam thrust in harder, the effect making Dalton jerk into Troy’s mouth nice and hard. He was a puddle of goo on the sheets by the time he was close to coming.

“Pull off, T. I want him on his back.”

Dalton couldn’t speak to disagree with Liam, so he let them move him around on the bed, ending up with Troy kneeling over his head, his hard cock swinging over his lips. Dalton reached up, sucking it before he was asked as Liam lifted Dalton’s legs over his shoulders, his cock now nudging back against Dalton’s wet hole before slowly filling him up again.

It was deeper like that and Dalton felt the stretch more than before, but sucking Troy’s cock took his mind off any pain, and when Liam moved, he lost his mind. Troy began to rut into his open mouth while Liam fucked him.

Dalton closed his eyes, lying back and letting it happen. He was lost, every thought in his mind gone as he came—shooting over his own chest. Liam was fucking him harder through his intense orgasm, quickly losing his rhythm as Dalton clenched around his cock. Troy spilled over his lips and Liam shouted out at the same time, jerking into Dalton.

Dalton was near passing out when Liam slid from his used body, now aching and wet, but Dalton had never felt so fulfilled by sex before.

“Jesus Christ.” Dalton watched Liam fall beside him, rolling the condom off. “Liam…”

“I know.” Liam laughed before kissing him. “You’re so fucking good, Dee. Shit! I'm gonna be fucking you every chance I get from now on.”

Troy lay on the other side of him, wiping them both down with a towel before resting his head on Dalton’s chest. “I want Dalton inside me when you fuck him next. I want to feel you pounding him into my arse.”

“Hmm.” Dalton grinned. “Sounds good.”

Still breathing quickly, they all laid together, Dalton’s arse aching and a smile on his face so wide it could be seen from space. He’d never been happier.

Chapter
46

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roy gazed up at Liam and Dalton standing beside the sun lounger he was curled up on, both wearing concerned gazes on their faces. Today was the day his dad found his freedom. Troy realised no matter how much he didn’t want this day to come, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Everything had been done which could have been, and even with the help of Dalton and Milo, his dad was now a free man.

Troy was thankful for both Liam and Dalton in his life through the tough times. The times he’d become lost in past memories, waking up through the night with nightmares, or every time he slipped into a daze sitting around the loft, they’d been there to pull him back and comfort him, help take his mind off his demons. Okay, more than often Troy led them into the bedroom to take his mind off his worries, but neither of the men he loved let him get away with the distraction for long and they’d eventually talked it out.

Now it was done and he was living in a world where his dad was walking around again. The only saving grace was that he wasn’t in Manchester. He’d been moved to nearby Sheffield with an ankle bracelet on him which allowed the police to know exactly where he was. It was one of the conditions of his release, along with a strict curfew and daily check-ins with his probation officer. They offered Troy a tiny bit of comfort.

He knew in time it would be removed, and then Troy would worry about his dad turning up unannounced and stalking him, but right now, he could relax a little with the knowledge Milo had a friend in the force keeping a close eye on the situation in Sheffield.

Dalton and Liam slunk beside him on the lounger on their roof terrace. It was early morning, not yet six, and the city seemed more peaceful at this time of the day. Troy found out he loved being between these two men, having one on either side of him constantly it seemed recently, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It had been a month since Dalton moved in with them, and despite that big moment, nothing else had really changed, nothing except the great sex and the more open emotional side with him and Liam. Work for all three of them soon became a reality. The five days they had together secured their need to continue on, but after that, life went back to the same routine for Troy and Liam.

Dalton was hugging him tightly as Liam kissed his cheek, all three of them watching the sun grace the grey skyline of the city before them. A new day, and one Troy had been thinking about for two months. Now it was here, Troy felt an almost anti-climactic sensation. He thought he would be hiding in bed with the covers pulled over his head, but there he was, out in the world, being held tightly by two people who understood him even when he didn’t.

Troy wasn’t going to let his dad own him any longer. He had enough of that, and as he’d laid awake through the night, listening to Liam snore softly and Dalton breathing beside him, he knew he had to let go of the rage inside him. He’d always talked to Liam, but having Dalton there with a fresh pair of eyes and a new perceptive on things made a big difference.

All his life he’d given into either his anger or fear, but the understanding finally dawned on him, and he saw he wasn’t going to run out on the people who loved him like his mum, and he wasn’t ever going to become his dad. He was his own person, and it took two amazing people to teach him that.

The words, although not yet spoken out loud, were felt constantly between them. Why Troy hadn't spoken them yet bugged him. He found himself waiting for the right moment, but when it came, he let it pass. Men floated through his life like leaves in the breeze, the only constant being Liam, and although both of them wanted the change, both were scared it would end everything and leave them with nothing. It was Dalton who kept them going, although Troy sometimes wondered if he even knew this.

Troy kicked up his feet with a long sigh and shared a look between Liam and Dalton. They were hesitantly watching him closely, waiting for the big moment to happen, but it wouldn’t come, Troy wasn’t going to let it. “I've been thinking for ages how to say this, and every time it came up, I pushed it away because I was so afraid. I was thinking last night as I listened to you two sleeping peacefully.”

He frowned at them both and got a puppy dog look from Dalton and sly smirk from Liam. “I was scared about this moment, and then I realised something else. It wasn’t this moment but every moment after this one which worried me. Him getting out of prison wasn’t the big deal, it was living with him in the world, being unable to know every second of the day where he was and trusting we’d never see each other again.”

Troy released a big breath, Liam stroking his back and Dalton holding his hand tightly. “The thing is, I can't control it. I can't keep fighting it and hurting over it. I have to let it go and trust in something bigger. You two.” He shared a smile with them. “I may not trust my dad, and may not trust the people who are supposedly looking out for him, but I trust you two, and I know in here.” He tapped his chest. “I know you two wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

“We value your life more than our own, Troy.” Dalton's soft voice, so calm and reassuring, a sound Troy missed if he went a few hours without hearing. “We love you, and we’d both die before seeing you hurt.”

“I know.” Troy cleared his voice, the emotion lying heavily in it. “And I believe that. I trust in it more than I trust Liam will wake me up by snoring too loudly every night.” He faked a frown and they all chuckled. “What I've been thinking about is why I still can't accept this is real.”

“We’re not going anywhere.”

“I know, I know.”

“But you don’t.” Dalton shifted more on his side, tucking a leg under the other and running long fingers through Troy’s hair. “I love you. I don’t know what else to do other than proposing to you which will keep that hummingbird-style heart of yours from breaking in two over us breaking up.”

Troy hummed a little, smiling at the thought of Dalton actually proposing.

“Yeah, you're so flighty, T.” Liam nudged him gently, and then looked over at Dalton. “So we got something to tie you down with to stop you from floating off.”

Liam tossed him a gift wrapped in Iron Man paper. Despite it looking big, it felt light, and Troy juggled it around, listening to something bouncing inside it.

“Liam chose the wrapping paper and the big box,” Dalton said with a weary tone, making Troy smile. His two men had very different approaches to seduction and romance.

“I like it. What is it?”

“Open it, dick, and find out.” Liam flicked the tip of his nose gently.

Dalton leaned around him and punched his arm. “Pack it in, Liam. You're spoiling the moment.”

“I make the moment, not spoil it.”

“Whatever.” Dalton tutted before smiling overly brightly at Troy. “Open it up.”

Troy unwrapped it, finding a scrappy cardboard box under the shiny red and gold paper. “Okay…” He was already shaking his head, wondering what kind of joke Liam concocted to make him smile. It was when he opened it, he stopped smiling, staring at the small, black box inside. “What’s this?”

“Troy, for the love of God, man. Just stop asking and open it already.” Liam was laughing loudly at him while Dalton smiled serenely beside him. “Dalton…”

“Want me to open it for you?”

Troy nodded, watching Dalton reach in and take out the delicate box, placing it on his thigh and waiting as Troy tapped his fingers on his knee, drumming out a little nervous tune. When Dalton slowly, teasingly pulled back the lid, Troy stopped drumming his fingers and stared at the contents, taking slow, shallow breaths as he tried to comprehend the meaning of this moment.

“You like?” Liam’s lips brushed over the back of Troy’s neck, shudders running through every part of him.

Troy hummed softly, staring at the ring inside the box. It was stunning, very masculine. It was silver in colour, although Troy was sure it was probably some sort of precious metal, and it had three bands running around it.

The two on either side were steel grey and looked rougher, and when he reached out tentatively and touched the raised lines, he found them to be slightly grainier than the smooth silver between them. He moved his fingertip to the rose coloured middle band, noticing a slightly different feel. The colours and textures called to him, and he picked it from its velvet pouch, holding it on the palm of his hand, turning it while Liam and Dalton sat silently beside him.

“It’s titanium.” Dalton pointed to the silver coloured part. “The middle band is rose gold—that’s you, and the two outer bands—me and Liam—they’re palladium.”

Troy lifted a brow, not just at the interesting combination of materials, but at how Dalton referred to each band as being one of them. “What’s this mean exactly?” He wasn’t too sure an offer of marriage was in the cards, and he wasn’t too sure if he would say no if it was, but…

Liam wrapped a heavy arm around his shoulder and pulled his smaller frame into his muscular chest, kissing the top of his head. “It can be whatever we want it to be. At the least it’s a sign of commitment, at the most it’s a sign we’re like every other person out there who knows they’ve met their soulmate and want to stick with them forever. I guess right now, it could be somewhere in between, a commitment between the three of us with the promise of forever in our future.”

Dalton slid closer to his other side, nuzzling his neck and placing barely there kisses on his throat, taking the ring from Troy’s palm and holding his hand. “This isn’t just for you, it’s for all three of us. If you agree, then we have two more rings just like this waiting in the kitchen drawer.”

Troy perked up a bit. He didn’t know why, but just him wearing a ring didn’t mean as much as all three of them wearing one.

“You like that better?” Liam placed a gruff kiss on his cheek and chuckled. “I knew you would.”

Troy watched as Liam stood up, heading for the kitchen while Troy and Dalton slid their eyes to each other. “Are you doing this to calm me down?”

“We’re doing this because we felt it was what all three of us needed for various reasons. There’s not just you who needs commitment and security. I do too. Liam needs it from both of us. Okay, so a ring and a few words won’t change anything if we don’t want it to, but I think we can all agree this means more to us than a new piece of flashy jewellery.” Dalton smoothed his palm down Troy's thigh and silk-like kisses were pressed on his neck as they breathed each other in. “I love you.”

Troy smiled, looking up through heavy lids, the words I love you hanging on his lips and Dalton seemingly sensing them because he smiled that secret little smile which he only ever gave Liam and Troy before kissing him again.

Liam bounded back onto the terrace, making them both jump when he planted his big arse on the lounger. He flicked open two matching boxes and grinned. “So, I really like these, and they cost a ton of money, so it seems like a big waste to not wear them. What do you think?”

“I think… I think that’s probably the worst proposal ever, Liam.” Troy grinned, taking a ring and giving it to Liam, then taking one for himself. He had Liam’s, he could tell from the size of it. Dalton had Troy’s, which left Liam with Dalton's. Somehow, they all managed to get their left hands together, and then the rings slipped on snugly over each ring finger.

All three of them sat still for a long moment, looking at their own hand, then at the other two hands hovering in the air. Troy was the first to break, a deep rumble of laughter making it from his chest as he sat back, rubbing his eyes and removing the misty tears which had appeared there. “I love them. I love this idea.” He grinned at both them. “And I love you both.”

Liam raised his hands in the air and clasped them together, Troy laughing even more. “Praise the Lord. He’s said it out loud.”

Troy kissed his cheek, then Dalton’s. “I’ve always felt it.”

“I know,” Dalton murmured over his lips. “And I've always felt it returned. It’s nice hearing it though. Say it again.”

“I love you,” Troy whispered over his lips before turning and pressing his mouth over Liam’s. “I love you.”

“Troy, I can't remember a day I've known you when I didn’t love you.”

Troy pressed his face into Liam’s big chest and breathed him in. “Does this mean us all living together like this is permanent?” Troy hadn't broached the subject of Dalton moving out, but the money had come through from his old house, and with his dad’s old place going through the final stages of a sale too, Dalton would soon have enough money to buy a place anywhere he wanted.

Dalton held his hand over Liam’s, both of them capturing Troy’s hand and squeezing. “Since I first walked in here, I knew this was where I wanted to be. Not because of the great view or the fancy loft, but because you two were here, and that’s all I need in life. Someone who loves me like I love them. I was lucky to find two, and I'm not in any rush to let that go. I never want to let either of you go.”

Liam nodded. “This is what these rings mean, T. It means we’re all here and we’re all sticking it out no matter what.”

Troy felt a wave of relief run through him. “That’s what I want. All of us together for as long as we can screw out of life.”

When they’d discovered Dalton, Troy and Liam discovered so much more than an amazing man who they loved and who returned that love willingly, they’d discovered the lies which built up between them, a wall so wide and strong it would rival the Great Wall of China. With Dalton’s help, they’d broken those bricks and mortar down, freeing themselves and the love which they’d held back for too long.