Liam had the biggest bed so his room had become the unofficial fuck pad. It wasn’t every night—sometimes after a day of hard work, one or the other of them fell asleep while waiting for the rest of the household to go to bed. But more nights than not, they’d meet up in Liam’s room by the light of Liam’s dim nightstand lamp.
“Shirt off, gorgeous,” Mack said to Calla, his throat dry. This was the moment every day that Mack lived for. Watching Calla’s jeans or overalls fall to the floor. Or on a day like today when she’d showered before she came, watching her strip her oversized sleep shirt off over her head. Mack’s cock stiffened at the sight of her full, pert breasts.
This was what it always came down to, wasn’t it? Strings or no strings, he didn’t fucking care. He was a selfish piece of shit. He wanted this. Wanted it bad. Some part of him whispered, you deserve to be happy in the time you have left.
Which just proved what a son of a bitch he was. It was attitudes like that driving all the entitled fucks he hated. Using other people for their own pleasure or gain. Stomping all over anyone in their path to take what they wanted.
Liam got up from the bed where he’d been lounging and took a step toward Calla. He was in sweats and a shirt.
Mack glared his way. Speaking of rich entitled assholes. “You too,” he said. “Strip.”
Liam smirked at him. Then he stepped out of his sweatpants and boxers and tossed them to the ground, revealing his fully hard cock. When Liam moved to Calla and wrapped one arm around her, his shaft bobbed against her hip and she shivered, her gaze lifting to his.
Rebellious, stubborn little fuck. Liam hadn’t taken his shirt off and Mack knew it was on purpose. He was always finding little ways to avoid doing what he was told. Mack stretched his neck and cracked his knuckles.
Liam drew Calla toward the bed. They slipped underneath the covers and he began kissing and caressing her. Mack pushed down his boxer-briefs and then got in on Calla’s other side. He rubbed his hands down Calla’s back, grabbing her ass and flexing his hips forward to grind his hard cock between the cheeks.
Calla gasped into Liam’s mouth and pressed her ass back against Mack. Mack reached around to tease her with his fingers and found Liam’s hand already there. He growled as he nipped at Calla’s shoulder.
Then he rolled her so that she was facing him, her breasts against his chest. Liam immediately tugged so she was on her back, though, and he moved on top of her. Mack’s jaw set when he glanced down and saw the other man already had a condom on.
So he thought he’d be the first to have Calla tonight, did he?
This was the routine they’d fallen into. Calla in the middle with them on either side, seducing her until they took turns fucking her sweet little cunt. Occasionally one of them would take her mouth while the other fucked her. Either way, she usually came three or four times each session. Sometimes they could tease her into one of her mega-orgasms that seemed to last for minutes with multiple peaks. She was fucking magnificent.
But Mack knew there was so much more to explore. Like they’d begun doing in the barn that day. A hundred combinations and ways of seeking pleasure. If only Liam weren’t such a proud little shit. He was depriving Calla of all the experiences she deserved.
It was time to put it to an end.
“Sit up for me, honey,” Mack said, grabbing Calla’s waist and tugging her up the bed even though he could tell Liam had been about to thrust inside her.
Calla scooted up the bed. She was always so eager to listen and explore. Fucking beautiful.
Liam glared Mack’s way and he smirked.
“I want to teach you something tonight,” Mack said, then leaned in to drop a quick kiss on her lips. He got distracted for a moment by her little tongue darting out and he couldn’t help deepening the kiss.
Then she moaned into his mouth, her lips going slack in the way they did when she was nearing the brink. Damn, Mack knew he was a good kisser, but he’d never made a woman come before by just kiss—
Wait a second. Mack looked down Calla’s body and sure enough, there was Liam, eating her out like she was his last fucking meal.
Goddammit. Mack kept on kissing her. He wouldn’t deny her the quick orgasm Liam was bringing her to. But it could be so much better. This constant grab for power between himself and Liam made for sloppy scenes that didn’t have the careful build-up and release that would be so much more satisfying for all of them.
And he wasn’t going to sit around allowing this bullshit to continue.
After Calla clenched and cried out, one hand grasping Mack and the other reached down to Liam’s head, Mack pulled her up and into his arms where he sat.
“Like I said,” Mack glared Liam’s way, “I want to teach Calla something tonight.”
“What?” Calla asked, eyes bright, only a little breathless from her orgasm. Her first orgasms of the night were usually short, quick little affairs like that one that got her primed. It was the second and third that really had explosive power.
Liam rolled to his side to look at them. Mack didn’t miss the resentment in his eyes at having Calla pulled away from him.
“Usually you’re at the center, gorgeous. But tonight I want to try a little something different. I want you to feel what we feel. Taking you there. Making you ride that edge.”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “How?”
Mack’s eyes went to Liam. “By Liam being the center tonight. I want to teach you how to worship him.”