I kiss her temple and move next to Liam. Gripping his cock, heavy in my hand, I clean him off. He watches me the entire time, knowing this part matters.
When I’m done, I pull Avonna back against me until her body curves into mine. The damp strands of her hair stick tomy chest as I stroke one palm down her belly. Her thighs are spread wide over mine, pliant and open.
Liam watches us. His lips are parted, eyes devouring her like a man starved.
Avonna grasps his cock without shame. Her fingers wrap around his girth, guiding him closer.
“I want to feel you,” she purrs. “Allof you.”
He settles over her, like the moment might disappear if he’s not careful. One hand anchors her hip, the other caresses her cheek. His eyes meet mine, a silent question in them. I nod once, my hand never leaving her skin, stroking the soft flesh of her inner thigh, brushing over the slick folds of her pussy, already soaked with my come and her desire for him.
I reach down, grip his cock and guide him in. No teasing. No pretending they’re not both starving for it.
I watch him breach her entrance. He stops. Looks at me again.
“You’re safe here,” I assure him.
Liam pulls all the way out and thrusts in quickly. Avonna’s whole body constricts.
“Breathe,” I murmur into her ear. “Let him in.”
Liam angles forward, inch by inch. Her mouth drops open as the sweet mingling of pain and pleasure vibrates through her chest into mine.
I feel it all. Every flutter of her pussy. Every inch of him disappearing inside her.
When he bottoms out, she cries. My cock rises against her back at the sight of such beauty.
Liam’s breath is ragged. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
“She is.” I kiss her temple. “Move, Liam. Let her feel you.”
I stroke her hair as they find their rhythm. Liam’s salivates with hunger, awe, and something close to reverence. Avonna’s stomach flexes and relaxes as he pumps into her.
One hand clutches his shoulder, nails digging in. She reaches for me blindly with her other hand, fingers tangling with mine. I kiss the crown of her head.
This is more than sex. It always was.
Three bodies, three hearts, trying not to splinter from the weight of how much we want to belong to each other.
Her eyes open and find mine. Then Liam’s.
He pulls back, then thrusts forward again. A deep, controlled grind. Avonna arches, her head falling back against my shoulder, her body fully offered to him, through me.
“You love this,” I whisper against her ear. “You love being fucked like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whines. “Oh, God, I don’t ever want to stop.”
The bed rocks beneath us. The air is raw, salty, sweet. Her croons echoes between the walls, mixed with Liam’s growls and my whispered praise.
Avonna’s back arches and she shatters.
Liam’s thrusts falter. He’s close.
“Linus,” he rasps, barely able to speak.
I gently ease out from under her, kissing her cheek as she collapses back into the pillows, dazed and glowing as Liam continues to fuck her.
“Watch,” I tell her.
