“Fuck, you’re leaking,” Ryder murmurs, his thumb spreading precum across my tip.
I moan, caught between the dual sensations of Ryder filling my ass and his hand working my cock. Across the counter, Cora’s eyes lock with mine, a smile playing on her lips despite her breathless state.
This—this is everything I never knew I wanted. The freedom to enjoy both men and women, to love them equally, to be fucked while watching the most beautiful woman in the world get pleasured.
“God, I love you,” I whisper, the words falling from my lips without thought. And I do—love Ryder’s strength behind me, Dom’s commanding presence, Cora’s fierce heart. Love that they love me back just as much, just as deeply.
“I love you too, Liam,” Cora breathes, her face flushed with pleasure. “And fuck—I love watching you get fucked so well. You look so beautiful taking Ryder’s cock.”
Her words send a jolt through me, intensifying every sensation. I never imagined being watched could feel this intimate, this powerful.
Dom groans, his rhythm growing more erratic as he thrusts into Cora. “Look at them,” he tells her, his voice strained. “Our beautiful boys.”
“Yes,” Cora gasps. “Ours.”
Ryder’s fingers dig into my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. The slight pain mingles with pleasure, drawing me closer to the edge. His other hand works my cock with skill, twisting just right on the upstroke.
“I can feel you getting close,” Ryder murmurs against my ear. “Want to come with me inside you, Liam? Want me to fuck the cum right out of you?”
“Yes,” I manage, barely recognizing my own voice—raw and desperate. “Please.”
Across from me, Cora’s eyes lock with mine as Dom pounds into her. The connection between us transcends the physical—four souls tangled together in something that defies explanation.
Dom suddenly stills, his jaw clenched. “I’m filling you up, baby girl,” he growls to Cora. “Breeding this perfect pussy.”
Cora’s eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she climaxes with him.
The sight pushes me over the edge. My orgasm tears through me, cock pulsing as I spill over Ryder’s fist and onto the floor below.
“Fuck yes,” Ryder hisses, his thrusts becoming wild, uncontrolled. “Taking all my cum, Liam. Filling you up.”
He slams into me one final time, and I feel the hot pulse of him emptying inside me. We’re all connected in this moment—sharing breath, pleasure, love—our bodies speaking what words never could.
As we catch our breath, Ryder gently pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty but satisfied. He turns me around, cups my face in his hands, and kisses me deeply.
“Good morning to you, too,” I murmur against his mouth.
Across from us, Dom has already helped Cora stand upright, turning her to face him. He brushes her tousled hair from her face with unexpected tenderness before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Her arms wind around his neck as she melts against him.
When they break apart, Cora’s eyes find mine. She extends her hand, beckoning me closer as Ryder releases me with a playful pat on my ass. I cross to her, sliding my hand along her cheek before leaning down to kiss her.
“I meant what I said,” I whisper against her mouth. “I love you.”
She smiles against my lips. “I know.”
Behind me, I hear Dom’s surprised intake of breath as Ryder pulls him into a kiss. I glance over my shoulder to see Dom melt into the kiss as Ryder’s hand slides around his neck, holding him in place. It’s still new for Dom—his attraction to men—but he’s learning to surrender to it.
Ryder breaks away with a satisfied grin before moving to Cora. He dips her dramatically, making her laugh before silencing her with a thorough kiss that leaves her breathless when he finally sets her upright again.
Dom approaches me with purpose in his eyes. Without hesitation, he cups the back of my head and pulls me into a commanding kiss that makes my knees weak.
“Well,” Ryder says when we all finally separate, “I don’t know about you three, but I’ve worked up an appetite.” He stretches lazily, completely comfortable in his nakedness. “How about I make us some pancakes? In the buff, of course.”
“Is that sanitary?” Dom asks, one eyebrow raised.
“Who cares?” Ryder grins. “I’ll wear an apron if it makes you feel better. Just the apron.”
“God help us,” I laugh, shaking my head.
