I exhale sharply, forcing my muscles to yield. Liam works me open patiently, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching and preparing me thoroughly. His free hand strokes my cock in time with his fingers, keeping me right on the edge.
“Enough,” I gasp when his fingers brush my prostate for the third time. “I’m ready.”
Liam slicks himself up, positioning the head of his cock against me. “Look at me,” he demands.
I meet his eyes as he pushes forward, the pressure intense as he breaches me. My body resists the intrusion momentarily before giving way, and then he’s sliding inside in one long, slow thrust that steals the breath from my lungs.
Liam sinks into me completely, his hips flush against my ass. He stays there for a moment, letting me adjust to the fullness, before gripping my thighs and pulling back slowly.
“Look at you,” he says, voice dropping to that same commanding tone he used with Cora. “The big bad gambler, spread out and taking my cock like you were made for it.”
He slams back in, making me gasp. His hand wraps around my cock, stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts.
“You like that, don’t you? Being filled up and fucked like a cheap whore?” His pace quickens, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I manage, the word punching out of me. “Fuck yes.”
Liam drives into me harder, his hips slamming against my ass with bruising force. The intensity of being filled by him—just him—without the others watching feels rawer somehow.
“You’re such a fucking slut for this, aren’t you, Caldwell?” His voice drops to a dangerous growl that sends electricity to my already throbbing cock. “Look at you taking my cock so deep. Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this since I fucked you during the Hunt. Dreaming of being my personal whore.”
I can’t even deny it. My cock leaks a steady stream of precum onto my stomach, painfully hard and twitching with each filthy word.
“Yes,” I gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “Fuck, yes.”
“You want everyone to think you’re this confident playboy,” Liam continues, his grip tightening on my thighs as he spreads me wider, “but really you’re just desperate to be used. To be filled up and fucked until you can’t remember your own name.”
His hand wraps around my cock, and the contrast between his degrading words and gentle touch makes me moan embarrassingly loud.
“God, look at this beautiful cock,” he murmurs, his thumb swiping across my leaking slit. “So fucking hard while I’m balls deep in your ass.” He strokes me in time with his thrusts, twisting his wrist on the upstroke in a way that makes my vision blur. “You’re practically gushing for me. Your body can’t lie even if you wanted it to.”
I buck up into his grip, desperate for more friction. My cock is so swollen it hurts, veins standing out prominently against the flushed skin.
“Does it hurt?” Liam asks, squeezing my shaft tight enough to make me whimper. “Being this hard? This desperate while I fuck you?”
“Yes,” I admit through clenched teeth. “It’s fucking killing me.”
He slows his thrusts, grinding deep inside me instead of pounding, his hand stroking my cock. “Good. I want it to hurt. I want you to remember exactly who did this to you.”
Liam slams into me hard, his cock hitting my prostate with every thrust. My entire body feels like a live wire, every nerve ending firing at once. He’s got me pinned, spread open, and vulnerable in a way I’ve never been with anyone else.
“Fuck, I’m getting close,” he pants, his rhythm faltering slightly as sweat drips down his chest. “Need to switch. Want you to fuck the cum out of me.”
The words shock me into a new level of arousal.
“Want you to breed my ass,” he continues. “Fill me up like Dominic did during the Hunt.”
He rolls onto his back beside me, chest heaving. I’m still trying to process this shift when he hands me the lube.
“Don’t make me wait, Caldwell.”
My hands tremble slightly as I slick my cock. I’m already so close to the edge just from having him inside me that I’m worried I’ll explode the moment I enter him.
“Turn over,” I instruct, finding my voice. “On your knees.”
Liam complies immediately, positioning himself on all fours. The sight of him presenting himself to me—ass raised, back arched—nearly makes me come untouched.
I squeeze more lube onto my fingers and circle his entrance, pushing one digit slowly inside. Liam hisses but pushes back, taking me deeper. I add a second finger, then a third, stretching him carefully.
