always been given whatever he wanted growing up, it was a hard lesson learning that things were so much sweeter when you earned them. But goddammit, he had learned it.
“Bob up and down on his cock,” Mack said. “That’s right baby. Really pop those lips around his ridge every time he goes in and out.”
Fuck, Calla was a fast learner. He squeezed his eyes shut as he kissed down her stomach. Until his head banged into Mack where he was eating at her pussy.
Mack looked up sharply and Liam took the opening. “Make room,” he grinned.
Then he latched onto Calla’s clit. It was already swollen and glistening from Mack’s attention. He was sucking on the flesh Mack just had his mouth on. His cock jumped in Calla’s mouth at the thought and he drew on her little bud with even more suction.
He expected Mack to try to shove him away, but instead Mack just started kissing down Calla’s thigh.
Liam smiled into her pussy. Good. He’d put the wanker in his place. He didn’t know what had happened with that weird moment earlier, but he and Calla were doing just fine without Mack thinking he could call the shots. Sixty-nine was a two-person position. No third wheels need apply.
He’d barely had the thought before Mack’s head started moving back up Calla’s thigh. Then before Liam even registered what Mack was doing, he licked a long line up her inner thigh all the way to her dripping cunt.
If Mack thought he was getting back in the driver’s seat, he had another thing coming. Liam suckled Calla’s clit, nipping it with just the edge of his teeth. Her suction on his cock stuttered and Liam growled with satisfaction.
He pulled back to lick the tip of his tongue all around her clit.
And that was when Mack dove back in, forehead bumping into Liam’s.
What the— Did he think he could just knock Liam out of the way?
Okay, so sure, that was what he’d done to Mack. But that was just him establishing the proper power dynamic. The world worked a certain way. There was a particular pecking order. And if Mack thought he could have Calla’s pussy back, he had another thing coming. This clitoris was fucking his.
So when Mack’s rough cheek scraped against Liam’s as he ate at Calla, Liam barely even flinched. No way was he giving up his ground.
That was when he heard a wet slurping noise. He blinked and looked Mack’s direction. His face was so close it was hard to even see what he was doing. He could just make out Mack’s tongue before it plunged into Calla’s wet opening. While Liam was sucking her clitoris.
Liam was about to draw back and tell him to move the fuck off but Calla’s hands lifted to grip the backs of Liam’s thighs that were braced on either side of her head. She groaned a long, low rumble around Liam’s dick.
Fuuuuuuuuuck. That was— Jaysus Christ, maybe she’d just been pretending to be an amateur at all this. Because that felt like a fucking pro move.
Mack repositioned his head so he was eating Calla out so close to Liam that again, their cheeks grazed one another.
It was just because he didn’t want Mack to have control over Calla’s pussy that he didn’t pull away at the repeated contact. That was all. It didn’t have anything to do with the way his groin tightened every time their faces brushed.
If Mack thought he could intimidate Liam with a game of chicken—seeing which of them would pull away first the nearer their faces got—Liam would just show him. Liam couldn’t count the number of men he’d been with in his life. His preference usually ran to women, it was true, but there’d been more than a handful over the years to break up the monotony.
Liam tilted his head sideways and then licked down the inch and a half from Calla’s clit to where Mack was tonguing her sex. Liam didn’t pull away when his tongue made contact with Mack’s.
Mack jerked back and Liam buried his grin of satisfaction by shoving his own tongue up Calla’s opening.
Liam thought that would be it.
Surely Mack would back off now.
Or… not. Because the next second Mack moved his face even closer and his tongue clashed with Liam’s, tangling as they both tried to get at Calla’s slit.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
Liam’s breath got shorter and shorter the more he battled Mack’s tongue to drive in Calla’s cunt. The way they were angled, mouth’s fighting it out over the same hole… it was almost like they were…
Kissing.
Liam’s stomach tightened and he shut his eyes hard. But fuck, when he thrust his tongue forward and felt Mack’s mouth kissing and slurping, he—Jaysus Christ but that felt. So. Goddamned. Good.