34. Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Three

Skyla

“ S tupid motherfucking piece of shit,” Asher grumbles as he tries and fails to wrestle with the balloon arch.

I glance across the kitchen at him, shaking my head as I finish Liam’s five tiered cake. Each layer is a different flavor, per his request. We have streamers, confetti cannons and a huge balloon archway. At least, we will if Asher ever finishes assembling it.

“Why the fuck does he have to be so high maintenance?” Asher grouches as I giggle, making my way over to him.

“Because he wouldn’t be Liam if he wasn’t, and you love him for it,” I say as I give him a hand, helping stabilize the base so he can fasten each side.

The balloon arch is a mix of blue, white and black balloons since blue is Liam’s favorite color. I also made the icing of each layer of his cake a different shade. From darkest to lightest on top. I gotta say, with all the birthdays around this place, I’ll become a not so bad baker in no time.

“Love him a little less for this shit,” he huffs before we stand back and admire our handy work.

I hold out my hand to high five Asher, and he begrudgingly meets me halfway.

“Alright! Let’s go wake up the birthday boy.” I smile.

Asher nods, a hint of sadness in his eyes. I don’t ask about it; I don’t want to spoil the mood, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s about tonight. About what Asher experienced two weeks ago on his own birthday. He still hasn’t told me what happened, hasn’t told anyone. He says he never wants to talk about it, and as much as I want to pry and forcibly help him heal, I know it’s not what’s right. So, instead I support him how he deems fit, which lately has been a lot of blowjobs. If he wants to chase away his demons with a little, or a lot, of oral, then so be it.

When we creep inside Asher’s bedroom, we find Liam passed out on his stomach, softly snoring. I shake my head and smile to see Asher giving him a similar adoring smile. He gestures for me to go to him on one side of the bed while he goes to the other. Together we both carefully slide into bed, Asher slipping behind him as he begins peppering his neck with kisses.

Liam groans in his sleep, turning on his side enough for me to slide beside him and capture his lips with mine. That’s all it takes to wake him up. I feel his lips begin moving against me, his eyes flying open before another moan releases from him.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against me. “What a way to wake up,” he chuckles as he turns his head to look at Asher, wrapping his hand around his neck and bringing his lips to him.

I can’t help it, my pussy throbs when I watch them. My husband and boyfriend, happy and unapologetically together. As if they can hear me, they break apart, both landing their hungry gaze on me. Liam is the first to reach me, though.

“I’ve missed you,” Liam moans into my neck.

I chuckle. “We made love last night, baby.”

“I know. It’s been forever,” he whines.

Liam sucks in a sharp breath against me, bringing his eyes up to mine as he moans. Glancing over him, I see Asher behind him, slowly pushing a finger inside Liam.

“Whatever you want, it’s yours,” Asher murmurs against Liam’s neck, resting his lips there for several seconds before placing another kiss and another.

“I just need you two, however I can have you,” Liam moans.

“Mmm, I’ve got the perfect idea,” he says as he withdraws his finger, earning a sad whimper from Liam as he continues kissing me.

Asher rolls off the bed, shuffling in one of the side drawers before he’s back.

“Sky…think you’re ready?”

I break away from Liam, looking at Asher and dropping my mouth in shock. Asher is holding a bottle of lube in one hand and a dildo attached to a harness of some sort in the other.

“Is that a—”

“Strap on?” Liam finishes for me.

Asher nods in a devilish way that promises nothing but naughty, good fun.

“Think you’re ready, princess?” Asher asks again.

My eyes come to Liam as I shrug nervously.

“Is that something you’d want?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” he blurts out, rolling to his hands and knees in record time, arching his back as he sticks his ass out. “Fuck me, babygirl.”

Excitement rushes through me as I move behind Liam as Asher meets me. He helps me into the strap on, fastening and adjusting the straps as needed until I’m ready. Then he takes the lube, flipping the cap open and squirting some onto Liam’s ass. He jerks at the cool liquid but doesn’t say anything. Then Asher squirts some more into his hand, lathering up the tip of the dildo, especially before looking at me.

“You good?”

I nod as I look down, unsure what to do with my hands.

“Grab his hips,” Asher encourages.

I do as he says, holding either hip much like they do with me before I line the tip of the dildo to Liam’s ass.

“There you go,” Asher says. “Nice and slow. Liam is going to be a good boy and open up for you, isn’t that right?” he asks as he grips Liam’s neck roughly.

“Yes,” he nods, and Asher rewards him with a brutal kiss before tearing away from him.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he says through clenched teeth, his arousal bleeding into unfiltered aggression that somehow makes him hotter than normal.

There is a little resistance at first, but when I push my hips forward, the dildo slides in, and a moan escapes Liam.

“There she is,” Asher says as he begins stroking his cock. “What a good girl you are,” he praises as I keep pushing until I’m fully seated inside Liam.

“Oh my God,” he moans.

“Now take it out, almost all the way before pushing back inside,” Asher directs.

I nod, doing as he says. This time when I push inside, there is almost no resistance, and the groan Liam lets out has me eager to do it again and again.

“Hold on,” Asher says as he reaches between me and the dildo, pulling down a piece before pushing it into me.

I gasp at the feeling, noticing that when I thrust into Liam, the toy also thrusts into me.

“Oh my god,” I moan. “What is this?”

“It’s a dildo for you too, princess. You didn’t think I’d leave you out, did you?”

“Does it feel good, babygirl?” Liam gasps as I thrust into him.

“Yes, you?” I whimper.

“So fucking good,” he grumbles into the pillow.

I start to catch a rhythm, and I find myself craving more. For him, for me. Just more. My thrusts become more hurried and aggressive, pulling cry after cry of pleasure out of both of us.

“Fuck! You two are beautiful. You like my wife fucking you, baby?” Asher asks Liam, running his hand down his spine, sending goosebumps racing across Liam’s skin.

“Yes,” he groans.

“Would you like it better if I sucked your cock while she did?”

His head whips to the side, eagerly nodding.

Asher lets out a humored chuckle as he taps the side of Liam’s ass.

“Sit up for a second.”

Liam practically throws us both backwards, but somehow I’m able to hold onto him. My arms are wrapped around him, our bodies pressed flush as he turns and begins making out with me. His lips are so soft, tongue so nimble as it caresses mine while Asher climbs onto the bed. Only, he doesn’t climb to the side. Instead, he lays down on his back right beneath Liam’s knees as he pushes his own pants down.

His cock springs free and Asher’s hand rubs it once or twice before he speaks.

“Come choke on my cock while I choke on yours.”

Liam goes to him eagerly, his mouth wrapping around Asher’s as Asher wraps around him. They both make a muffled moan as I spread my legs a little further and grip Liam’s hips again. I take my thrusts slow, allowing them the time to work each other up properly.

It doesn’t take long though, before their blowjobs become sloppy and hurried. My hips begin thrusting as I start chasing my own orgasm, a power like I’ve never felt before thrumming inside me. I’ve never gotten to experience this position, this level of dominance. It’s invigorating, turning my boyfriend into a wanton mess just for me. I don’t know how I’ll ever want to do anything else because this right here is fucking addicting.

“That feel good? You like Ash sucking on your cock while I’m in your ass?” I say to Liam.

He nods and wiggles his ass into me as I fuck him deeper.

“How about you, Ash? Like sixty nining with your boyfriend?” I ask.

Technically, they don’t do labels, so I could be pushing the limits here, but I can’t help myself. Asher pulls Liam’s cock out of his mouth for a moment as he practically growls.

“Fuck, yes I do. We have the best boyfriend, princess.”

“We really do.” I agree as Asher sucks him back into his mouth, moaning as he deep throats him.

Altogether we move, skin on skin, spit dripping, cock slobbering. The sounds of this room are absolutely disgusting and yet so fucking delicious.

I fuck Liam harder and faster, chasing the high I know is so close as my pussy begins to pulse around the small dildo inside me. A few more thrusts and it sends me over the edge. I’m whining and screaming my release as Liam whimpers around Asher’s cock, following right behind me. Just the taste of Liam must have been all it took for Asher though, because his groans echo as well, both him and Liam drinking down each other’s cum until they release one another, ragged breathing being the only thing you can hear for several seconds.

Slowly, we all pull apart, laying in silence on the bed. Liam is the first to speak, turning to look at Asher and me with a cheeky grin.

“Happy fucking birthday to me.”