Three to Tango (22 page)

Shay was panting like her tongue had been stroking him. The evidence of his excitement was another whip crack to Liam’s cock.

“Don’t go anywhere,” Chelsea said.

“No worries,” Liam assured her hoarsely.

Shay’s grip tightened on her hips, effectively drawing all eyes to him. His cock had an upward curve, the strut underneath like steel. The thing was too stiff to need an assist. Using only his hips, he ran his knob up her furrow, then down it, and then—just as she uttered a pleading cry—he shoved all the way into her. The thrust was rough and had both of them making pleasure-pain noises. Given his size, Liam wouldn’t have been able to pull it off. Watching Shay do it was a weirdly compelling, vicarious thrill.

“God,” Chelsea breathed, sounding like having him inside her felt very good. “Is it okay if I move now?”

Shay was holding her in his arms as tightly as she was holding him. Possibly he wasn’t able to speak. He nudged her up in his lap, a rolling motion of his pelvis that caused Chelsea’s head to fall back limply. He did it again, this time lifting her by the hips as well.

She seemed to pull herself together, shaking her crazy curls and shifting her hands to grip his lean but very broad shoulders. Her thrusts met his then, roll surging smoothly into roll until Shay simply lost control of his vocal cords.

“Ah,” he cried, tight and tenor, each time her pubis slapped as close as it could. “Ah, ah, ah.”

They went faster, the force of each collision increasing, their skin gleaming bright with sweat. Chelsea’s flesh would have jiggled more if Shay hadn’t been covering her breasts. She moaned as the angle he was driving into her changed subtly. Liam remembered how her insides felt like hot, wet velvet, how her sheath clung so snugly to an intruding shaft that it needed to be oiled by her excitement. Her pussy must have contracted, because Shay’s face twisted and his breathing suddenly turned harsh. He caught each of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger.

“Me,” he ordered, the word not easy to make out. He had to be close to coming, but he swallowed determinedly. “Chelsea, look at me.”

She looked—half blind but gorgeous—riding him like a Valkyrie. “
Shay
.”

He used the grip he had on her nipples to shimmy them in and out. Chelsea went over, and a moment later Shay joined her violently. One twisting vein stood out on his forehead as his narrow hips convulsed into her. Both their orgasms continued for a while.

At last, they sagged against each other with Shay’s cheek resting on her near shoulder. They petted each other, tender and lazy. Chelsea kissed Shay’s ear, then murmured into it.
I love you,
Liam thought he saw her lips say.

“Me too,” Shay mumbled back to her.

He pulled back to smile into her eyes. In that moment, Liam knew he didn’t exist for them. How little he minded surprised him.

Then again, maybe he was wrong about not existing.

“We haven’t forgotten you,” Shay said.

Shay hadn’t looked around. Chelsea pressed her lips to his perspiring forehead. “I’m pulling off you,” she warned.

Shay made the noise Liam would expect from losing her warmth on him. The protest became a sigh as she removed and discarded the wet condom. Though he was soft, he shifted restlessly on his haunches when her fingers stroked over him. Liam was pretty certain Shay wasn’t done wanting her.

“I love penises,” Chelsea said. “They are just the silkiest things.”

Shay snorted in amusement, after which his head turned sleepily toward Liam. “Got any more jackets stashed?”

For a second, Liam’s brain wouldn’t work. Shay’s face had been transformed by release. It was utterly relaxed and open, utterly beautiful. Finally having sex with Chelsea had brought out a side of him Liam hadn’t seen before.

“Bathroom,” he said, working not to stammer. “I’ll grab the box.”

His legs felt funny as he strode down the hall, as if he’d locked his knees too hard while he played voyeur. His erection hadn’t flagged when the show ended. It pounded harder as he opened the mirrored cabinet where he kept his condoms. He was heavy, itchy, the aching weight of his prick telling him things he wasn’t as prepared to know as he’d thought. He wanted Shay. His body wasn’t the least freaked by the idea. Only his head needed to catch up.

He dropped his hand to the almost alien thickness that stood out from his groin. He didn’t pull, just tightened his fingers around the girth. Even so, delicious signals rode up his nerves, fluid squeezing suddenly from his tip.

Was Shay going to want to take him? Or was Liam supposed to fuck him? Would Chelsea maybe touch herself while she watched?

That idea had his balls knotting with fullness.

Liam cursed and released his cock.

He was going to do this. It was going to be all right. He might come in the first two seconds, but—hell—as horny as he was feeling, he’d just start up again. Grabbing the box of condoms, he strode back to the living room.

There he found the contents of his fantasy come to life.

Chel was splayed on the couch fingering herself. Shay knelt between her legs, rapt as she masturbated, his hands gripping his own clenched thighs like he very much wanted to take hold of something else. His cock was already harder than half mast.

“Don’t make yourself come,” Shay said in a harsh whisper. “You have to hold back for Liam.”

Lust spiked inside Liam with frightening force. Right then, if he could have fallen on both of them, he would have. The need he felt was savage. Fucking wouldn’t satisfy it. He wanted to despoil.

Chelsea spotted Liam and flushed the color of sunset.

He couldn’t let her be embarrassed, not when he felt so unbelievably alive. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said huskily. “Shay isn’t the only one who likes watching you do that.”

“He talked me into it,” she said, her hands drawn guiltily to her breasts.

Liam stood over her, looking down. “It’s a special Irish gift,” he agreed gravely.

She stared at him, then broke into a laugh. “Got your own ‘Irish gift,’ I see.”

She gestured toward his massive, pounding erection.

“Oh boy,” Shay chuckled, getting a load of it.

Liam had no chance to grow nervous. Shay touched his hard-on, and then Chel did, and then four warm hands were surrounding and stroking him. Liam nearly bit his tongue at how good their combined caresses felt. Fingers fondled his tip, his balls, the quivering muscles of his stomach. Overwhelmed, he dropped his hands to their hair as each pressed nipping kisses to either side of his ribs.

He’d lost these two when Chel went to college, none of them able to bridge the awkwardness of discovering they were a triangle and not a trio. For too many years to count, he’d wished he’d known how to make things easier for them. Now, tonight, they were doing it for him. The sensations that powered through him were extraordinary. Nothing but kindness lay behind their touches, nothing but a desire to bring him pleasure.

He coiled with anticipation as both their mouths approached the end of his penis, hard exhalations washing over its nerve-rich skin. His breath rushed out as two pairs of lips molded over and licked his glans, one tongue sweeping out and receding only to be followed by the other. The rhythm nearly hypnotized him, but then the tongues began to parry. Shay and Chelsea were kissing each other even as they kissed him. Liam’s body, or maybe his erotic psyche, tried to turn inside out.

This was a turn-on to beat them all.

“Please,” he hissed, reluctantly, half a minute later. “You’re gonna make me explode.”

They released him, but it took a couple blinks for his eyes to open again.

“You are too fucking gorgeous when you’re this hot and bothered,” Shay said to him. “I’ve got to have you while you’re like this.”

Liam more than understood the urge. “Okay,” he said. “But can I take her while you do it?”

Fortunately, this request wasn’t a faux pas. Shay’s grin of answer was saturnine.

“Oh yeah. Watching you fuck her would put the cherry on top for me.”

Chelsea had no protests, either.

“Should I lube him?” she offered.

An overnight bag Liam hadn’t noticed before was sitting open on the brushed steel cube of his end table. A tube of lubricant, and not a small one, lay on top of the clothes inside. Shay caught sight of what had snagged his attention.

“I wasn’t assuming,” he hurried to explain. “Just thinking positive, maybe. Girls like lube, too, anyway.”

“I don’t think I’m in a position to object,” Liam said breathlessly.

“Good,” Chelsea said, hopping up to grab it. “This is going to be fun.”

Her enthusiasm was infectious. Liam found himself smiling as she briskly instructed him to bend forward and spread his legs.

“Bossy,” Shay observed as Liam braced both hands on the back of the sectional. “I find that oddly sexy in a female.”

Chelsea kissed Liam’s backside, then slid two lubricated fingers slowly inside his ass. Liam definitely hadn’t anticipated how this would feel. The pressure was interesting, then pleasant, and then it twisted into something so excruciatingly erotic that he couldn’t help letting out a groan.

“You’ve done this before,” Shay said admiringly to Chelsea.

“No comment,” she laughingly responded.

She removed her fingers, then returned them with more lube yet. Liam’s spine arched strongly as her fingertips crossed the sweet spot they’d massaged before. This time, he didn’t have enough breath to groan.

“
He
hasn’t done this before,” Shay murmured, one palm rubbing Liam’s back. “I guess your ‘fling’ didn’t include taking it in the ass.”

Liam couldn’t answer. All he could do was shake.

“It’ll feel even better when this is Shay,” she promised. “He’ll be warmer. And supersmooth. And he’ll pulse like crazy inside of you.”

He believed her. He simply wasn’t sure he was ready.

“All yours,” Chelsea said, easing her fingers out again. She wiped them on Liam’s discarded sweatpants, then ducked under his arms to kneel in front of him on the white leather. She was on her heels and perky as hell, the sight of her tight little aroused body causing his hormones to react with brand-new spurts of interest. Chelsea didn’t seem aware of this. With the caring that was very much a part of her, she touched the side of his face. “You okay, Liam?”

He nodded, his skin giving little jumps in strange places as Shay moved into position behind him. Shay’s warm, hard hands slid up to his shoulders like he was planing a piece of wood.

“We can stop,” he said, as concerned as Chelsea. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

With an effort, Liam dredged up his voice again. “The only thing I’m not comfortable with is how fucking much I want you to do me.”

“Ah.” Shay laughed breathily. “Well, I’m sorry then, but I find that problem totally impossible to resist.”

There was a bit of logistical jockeying as Shay aligned their heights and instructed him to relax. His hands parted Liam’s butt cheeks, and then the moment of truth arrived.

They’d prepared him—physically anyway. There was wetness and pressure but very little discomfort. All the same, Liam bit his lip at the penetration. The long inward glide felt like what Chel had done, only more, because Shay’s prick was a good bit bigger—not to mention more rigid—than a pair of fingers. Shay must have liked the sensation of going in. He sighed out a moan of pleasure, relief and arousal mingling as his pelvis rocked forward. When he was in as tightly as he could go, it was like a second heart throbbed in Liam’s ass. Shay’s slightly bristly cheek settled on his spine. Both of them were trembling.

“It’s okay.” Liam rubbed the arm Shay had wrapped around his chest. “You feel good inside me.”

Shay turned his face back and forth between Liam’s shoulder blades. He pulled back and thrust slowly in again. Liam’s body liked the penetration even better the second time. The sensation of being stretched was a killer. The nerves Shay was pushing over seemed to connect and tug the ones humming in his cock. When Chelsea cupped his balls, very gently, the pressure that swelled beneath told him he was too damn close to coming.

“You don’t have to take me,” she whispered. “You can just concentrate on him.”

“I want to,” he said, even as his teeth gritted with pleasure. “I want us … all connected.”

More wriggling around culminated in Liam dropping to his knees on the floor and Shay coming near to it. Throw pillows found new uses, and Chelsea’s hips were pulled to the edge of the sectional. Her legs wrapped both their bodies as Liam’s hand tipped his cock down to her entry. They’d all been laughing breathlessly up till then, but the moment Liam’s broad head notched her, the moment he let his weight shift forward to press inside, their laughter turned into matching groans.

Shay’s hips joined his in the motion of taking her, adding his strength to Liam’s. That done, he stretched one hand past Liam to take a death grip on the back of the couch. Shay’s cock was noticeably harder inside of him, a change that wound Liam up almost more than he could handle. Chelsea was just plain juicy, her muscles clutching him so wetly Liam suspected he could have gone at her as vigorously as Shay had. The thought of that had exhilaration arrowing through his groin.

“I can’t move,” he gasped to Chelsea. “I am too effing ready to go.”

“You don’t have to,” she said, her palms smoothing up his chest. “All I want now is to feel you.”

He wanted more for her, wanted everything his brimming heart had to give. His eyes stung as Shay’s mouth curved on his vertebra.

“Touch her,” he said, as soft as if he were purring. “Bring her over, and I’ll bring you.”

Shay was all confidence now, steady and focused as he withdrew and then rolled forward. He laughed when Liam and Chelsea let out low cries. Again he rolled, harder, joggling Liam into her. Shay’s muscularity made it seem easy, though he’d begun to grunt with enjoyment as he slung himself in and out. His driving, even rhythm didn’t need long to take a toll. Knowing he’d better hurry, Liam jammed his thumb over Chelsea’s clit. Rough or not, he hit the right spot to rub.