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I nod, shivering under their intense eyes. “This is the first time I’ve worn them since the last time I wore them for you.”

Marco runs his hand over the white silk-and-lace panties. They barely fit me, stretching awkwardly around my growing erection and straining to keep my balls contained.

“So fucking pretty,” Des says, kissing my thigh. “You look hot.”

“You need new ones,” Marco says, reaching forward to wrap his hand around my throat. “Do you want new ones, lover?”

I nod, gazing into his hypnotic eyes. “Dress me up, M.”

“I’d love to.”

Des rubs his hands up my thighs, then around to my ass, squeezing and pulling my cheeks apart. The head of my cock pushes past the hem of the panties, sticky with precum. I know better than to make a move though. Marco’s in charge, and both Des and I know it.

“Nothing has changed at all, has it?” Marco whispers, playing with my erect nipple. He knows how much I love it.

“Not for me, Marco.”

“Not for us either.”

He leans in and kisses me hard, reclaiming what he never really lost. All the nights I spent wishing I could snap my fingers and be back here again weren’t wasted. They still want me. They still love me.

Des sucks my dick through the material of the panties, humming happily knowing he’s driving me crazy. I bump my hips in desperation, but he just chuckles as he massages my balls.

I can barely catch my breath from Marco’s dominating kiss, but that’s exactly how I want it. I want him to own me completely. Marco demands my pleasure while Des patiently coaxes it out of me. The yin and yang of sex with these two men is better than any paradise could be.

When Marco lets me come up for air, he moves to my neck, sucking and biting as he rubs his still-clothed erection against me. He’ll leave marks so everyone knows I’ve been claimed. Des has moved behind me, kissing his way from my thighs to my lower back and back down again.

“Ready, lover?” Marco asks over my shoulder.

“So ready,” Des answers.

Marco steps out of the way and Des pushes on my back until I bend over. My knees shake with anticipation. Des eats ass like it’s his favorite meal, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to be the main course.

He pulls my panties to the side and wolf whistles. “Fucking hell you’re pretty, Liam.”

Marco sits next to me, but leans over to take a look at me. They love to expose me like this and I love to let them. It was in this room that I discovered my inclination to submit, where I indulged my feminine side, where I learned that these two men can do anything they want to me and I’ll love every second of it.

“Beautiful,” Marco whispers, carding his fingers through my hair. “You look amazing.”

“I wanted to remind you how much I belong to you both.”

He smiles in that way that makes my stomach flip—confident, secure in his position, affectionate. “You’ve done it.”

I try to say something, but I’m left speechless when Des buries his face between my legs and goes to town on my clenching hole. He has a beard now, which is hotter than it has any right to be, and the sensation is incredible.

Marco unbuttons his slacks, taking his time to slowly reveal the monster that lives between his legs. To say his cock is huge doesn’t do it justice. It’s thick and long, veiny and pierced, and a goddamn size queen’s dream come true. When he reaches into his underwear and untucks all that sexy flesh, my mouth literally waters.

“Eyes on me, gorgeous.”

I shift my gaze up, biting my bottom lip. I want him so much. I want the sore jaw and stretched lips and drool down my chin as I try my damnedest to swallow him whole, and he fucking knows it. He strokes himself with hooded eyes, teasing me wordlessly until he offers me mercy.

“Can I fuck that sweet throat of yours, Chef?”

I nod, clawing the bed when Des spreads me apart even more and slides a finger inside me.

“Use your words.”

“Please fuck my throat, M.”

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