8. Liam

8

LIAM

I ’d never been part of anything like this before, but as I stood in Alexander’s office with Clara looking at me with those big eyes, I found I couldn’t walk away. Nothing about this was normal. I’d wanted her, but if anyone had told me I’d willingly cross the room after two of my best friends fucked this woman and still want her, I would have said they were crazy.

Seeing them bring her to orgasm had my cock so hard one touch would set me off. I had one hell of an act to follow. Clara kissed Ethan as he withdrew from her and scooted up on the couch. Her face was flushed and her body languid as a result of her orgasms. Still, she looked at me like there was a need yet to be fulfilled.

It was a powerful feeling to know she wanted me after all of that. How? Why? Did either of those questions fucking matter when I ached to be inside her? Not a bit. “Can you stand?” I held out my hands, and she set her palms against mine.

“I can do whatever you need me to do.” Her legs trembled, but with my arm around her waist, we made our way over to Alexander’s desk.

I set her in the middle of the desk and kissed her. She tasted like sex, all sweet heat and desire wrapped up in the soft thrusts of her tongue against mine. I touched her everywhere, my palms running over her spine and down her legs, then my fingertips trailing back up her inner thighs. “I’ve wanted to do this for days.” Unhooking my belt, I released my cock.

She gripped my shoulders through my shirt. “Don’t you want to take your clothes off?”

“No.” I thumbed her nipples and spread her legs. “This is part of the fantasy.”

Ethan and Alexander moved in from either side. They didn’t interfere. This was my moment with Clara, and they respected that. They had no idea what I planned for all of us. Despite having come minutes ago, both of them stood semi-rigid.

Clara licked her lips and ran her hands through my hair. “I love a good fantasy.”

I sheathed myself in one thrust. A shudder of pleasure wracked my spine. My hands on her inner thighs tightened, pushing her legs wider. Her ass sat on the edge of the desk, a bit of wood close enough to hit my knees if I moved too far forward. All part of the challenge, a little risk with my reward. “You’re my fantasy.” I withdrew, watching her face as my cock left her.

She whimpered and reached for me. I let her skim the head of my cock with her palm before I backed out of reach. “Where are you going?”

“Right here.” I drove my cock deep, eliciting a groan from the men watching and a fierce flash of pleasure from Clara. “You’ve had both of them. Now it’s my turn to feel you. And I’m going deep, Clara. You’re getting all of me. Every stroke. Every time.” I set up a rapid pace that bounced her against the desk and had her tits clapping together. God I loved that sound, and the sight of those tightly budded nipples that begged to be held, sucked. Hell, I’d fuck her tits. The thought of pressing her breasts together and tunneling my cock between them and into her mouth brought a whole new level of fantasy to mind. Next time. Please God, let there be a next time. “Hold her legs.” I motioned Ethan and Alexander over with a jerk of my head and never broke stride. Her pussy gripped me with every stroke.

She leaned back, setting her palms behind her on the desk to give me better access. “I’m all yours, Liam.” Her eyes closed when I pinched both her nipples, then rolled and tugged on them.

I brought one to my mouth and sucked.

Ethan and Alexander held her, each man shoring up her knees and shoulders so we both had leverage. Releasing her nipple, I looked down to watch my cock enter her pussy. The sight mesmerized me. “I could watch myself fuck you all day. Every day. You take us so well.” And she did. We’d fucked her one at a time, but I had a feeling she would take all three of us just as well.

Her pussy tightened around me. I pinched her nipples again and brought my cock to the edge of her folds, where it gleamed with her juices.

“I’m close, Liam. I wanted to last longer for you. But I’m so fucking close.”

“I know.” I buried my head in her breasts. “I feel you clenching on my dick, Clara. It feels so good.” She felt perfect on my cock. The weight of her breasts in my hands and the softness of her hips, it was all perfection. “Go ahead and come.” I increased my pace just enough to push her over the edge. Her entire body was ripe and ready after so much fucking. I could breathe on her clit and she’d come apart at the seams…something I tucked away for a future encounter. “Fall apart, baby. We’re here to catch you.”

She rolled her hips and accepted me deeper. I knew the instant her orgasm hit. Even though I’d seen her with Ethan and Alexander, feeling it was a new experience. She was gifted with full-body orgasms that pulled me along for the ride. I couldn’t stop fucking her. The sight of her pleasure made me want to stand here forever, taking her to that peak and beyond over and over again. There would never be enough for me, not when it came to her and the way she came with a quaking in her body that wrapped her around my cock until I couldn’t breathe.

So tight. Her pussy was so fucking tight. Even with Ethan and Alexander holding her legs wide for me, I wanted more. Wanted deeper. I bucked my hips forward as my cock erupted, unable to hold back the orgasm any longer.

Clara screamed my name loud enough to shatter windows.

I managed to keep from collapsing onto her by the slimmest margin. She was shaking too much to hold up my weight, so I pulled her to my chest as shudders twisted her body.

Ethan and Alexander released her legs. She hooked her heels behind my knees, holding me in place. We shared the space, the air, every single molecule of our bodies with each other in that moment. Letting her go, even for a second, was the hardest thing I’d ever done.

“Are you okay?” I brushed her hair back and lifted her face to mine so I could kiss her.

Two shaking arms went around my neck, and she leaned into the kiss. When I broke the connection for a breath, she grinned. “Never been better.”

I rode the impossible high she’d given me like a drug addict, already wondering when I’d get my next fix.

“I feel like I could sleep for a week.” Clara sagged into me. Her warm body and my satiated sexual appetite agreed with her assessment.

Alexander—forever breaking into my fun and constantly reminding us of his CEO status—piped up. “We should get some work done.”

Clara’s laugh warmed my skin. She nestled closer, drawing her hands beneath her chin. “I’m this close to falling asleep.” Holding out one hand, she held her thumb and forefinger centimeters apart. “I’m not getting any work done right now.”

I didn’t blame her. My own eyes threatened to close, though that could be from the thrill of holding her in my arms. I forced myself to withdraw, even as we both murmured a protest, and swept her into my arms. The crown of her head settled beneath my chin, and I ducked my head to kiss her temple.

“You shouldn’t be carrying me.” She argued even through a yawn.

“After what we put you through, you deserve a little pampering.” I regretted we didn’t have a shower or tub nearby. Maybe next time. The promise kept me going as I carried her from Alexander’s desk to the couch, where I lowered her onto the cushions.

She sighed and tried to keep her eyes open, but they fluttered shut with every breath. “I’m happy.” A quick blink where her eyes burned into mine. “Is that wrong?”

“Not at all.” I kissed her forehead and tucked her hair behind her ears. “We’re glad you’re happy.” Hell, I was over the moon. Happiness was more than a state of mind, and in this moment, I felt brighter than a rainbow. I grabbed the throw blanket from the narrow cabinet across from our worktable and spread it over her. “Take a nap.” She’d earned it. The blanket had come in handy through the years when we had late nights in the office. This was the first time I’d used it to cover a woman, especially one we’d enjoyed vigorous sex with.

Clara purred in the back of her throat and drew the blanket beneath her chin. “I’ve never felt so satisfied before.” Her eyes closed and she stretched until her bare toes peeked out from the end of the blanket. The sight twisted my insides, churning through me in a state of unrest until I unraveled the strange sensation. Concern and a sudden sense of loyalty to Clara surprised me. I took a step back from the couch. “Get some rest. We’ll talk more when you wake up.” Talk like hell if that’s what it took.

Ethan and Alexander had stayed behind me, and they closed the distance now, each of them saying goodnight to Clara with such tenderness and concern that I knew we were all in deep shit. She grinned with her eyes closed, that satisfied smile more than enough to release the knots in my stomach. She was happy, satiated, and ours. I stuffed that last one away for further evaluation later. Having Ethan and Alexander naked in the middle of the room while a blizzard raged outside threatened to put me in a foul mood despite my best efforts to hold on to the joy of the moment.

As though to remind us of our predicament, wind howled past the window and the emergency light flickered in a burst of rapid shots that caused all three of us to hold our breath. I buttoned and zipped my pants, then tucked my shirt back into place.

Alexander and Ethan gathered up their clothes and retreated to the far side of the room to dress. They watched Clara the whole time, almost like they hoped she’d wake up and be ready for another session. I honestly wanted the same thing. I’d just had her, but I was nowhere near finished.

“This isn’t over, is it?” Ethan asked the question that seemed to be on all of our minds.

I eased my hands into my pockets, my attention locked onto Clara and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. “I’m not sure.” I drew in a tight breath through the squeezing in my lungs. “I don’t know where it’s going.” The urge to touch her again curled my hands into fists. She needed to rest. “But I’m in no mood to stop.”

“We should.” Alexander choked on the words and coughed into his fist. Discomfort raced over him, tightening his eyes. “This should be a one-time affair.”

“Should,” I said with a sharpness I rarely allowed in front of Alexander. “If you can stop, go ahead.” I nodded toward Clara. “I’m not sure I can.”

Ethan moved to the table and sat. He shoved both hands through his hair before lacing his fingers together behind his neck and stretching. “It’s not our decision to make.” He cocked his head toward Clara. “Not ours alone. She gets to decide too.”

“Do you really think we can work together after this?” Alexander’s stark question drove us to silence.

I eyed the table and the work we’d completed. We’d made great progress, but we had a million things left to do. Alexander had a point, much as it pained me to admit. “It’ll be hard, but we have no choice. Clara is our best option for Harrington’s project. Without her…” I shrugged and sank into my chair across from Ethan. “It’ll be possible, but her ideas are too good for us to mess this up because we can’t accept her decision.”

“We don’t know that she’ll ask us to stop.” Ethan kicked back in the chair and threw his feet up on the table.

Alexander wanted to knock them back. I saw it in the sudden clenching in his jaw, but he held himself in check. “There’s one way to find out.”

I followed his gaze to Clara, still snuggled into the couch. She made tiny puffing sounds when she breathed. Her hair lay mussed around her face, her lips still swollen from our kisses. She kicked a leg from beneath the blanket, exposing her thigh.

“I’ll get it.” Ethan stood. “It’s too cold for her to be uncovered.”

“Want me to get another blanket?” Surely someone else had one stowed away. I needed to get out of this room before I woke Clara up and asked her then and there if she’d let us have her again.

“We need to figure this out first.” Alexander held up a hand to stop me from interrupting. “We all agree we want this to continue?”

Ethan and I nodded.

Alexander’s tense expression eased. He didn’t smile, but I recognized the moment he discovered we were all on the same page. Three of us with one woman. “If she agrees, we need to be sure we understand how this works.” I motioned between us. “What we just did, that’s what we’re getting into.”

“If she agrees, she can also choose to have us individually, alone.” That low bank of repressed power glinted in Alexander’s eyes. “If she wants others to watch, we watch. If she wants to be truly alone, we allow that too.”

“That’ll be hardest for you, so make sure you can agree to that.” I pointed out Alexander’s fatal flaw without hesitation. “You’re the jealous one. If Clara wants to have sex with me in another room and then doesn’t want either of you afterward, can you handle that?”

His jaw flexed and his knee bounced beneath the table.

Ethan stared up at the ceiling while taking slow, measured breaths. “I’m willing to be whatever Clara needs.”

“And if she says that she’s done with us?” I pushed because Alexander needed to answer these questions instead of ask them. “If she says no to continuing to fuck us?”

Alexander’s lip hiked up in a snarl. “Don’t make it sound so base.”

“Answer the fucking question.” I refused to get drawn into Alexander’s bullshit.

He cursed long enough to run out of breath but finally nodded. “If she says no, we find a way to make peace with it.”

“Agreed.” I fist-bumped Ethan and hoped like hell that Clara said yes.