Page 45 of Claiming Ours
With a sharp smile, Liam gripped the hem of Baylee’s long tee and dragged it higher, first exposing her lavender lace panties and then her bare tits.
“Fuck, she doesn’t have a bra on.” No longer able to hold back, I worked my belt buckle free, the metal clinking together, mixing with our combined harsh breaths. My fingers trembled as I undid my jeans. Shifting on the seat to give me room, I shoved a hand down into my boxer briefs, palm immediately wrapping around my cock, though it offered little relief.
Tucking the T-shirt under her arms, Liam stroked a finger from the center of her breasts down to her belly button and back up to circle one peaked nipple, then the other.
“Can you see how wet she is from there?”
I nodded, biting my lip to silence a guttural groan as I stared at her lace-covered center.
“Tell me,” he demanded, voice harsh, exposing how affected he was too.
My gaze zeroed in on the glistening wet spot darkening the center of her panties. Tracing the tip of my tongue along my lips, I fantasized about doing the same to her pussy. I jerked my cockand tightened my hold. “There’s a wet spot that covers the entire area of her pussy. She must be fucking soaked. Fuck, I can smell her too.” A grunt escaped as I fought against my urge to dive between her thighs. “I want to taste her so damn bad. It’s all I can do to stay here.”
“I can tell you from experience, she tastes even better than she smells. And if you think your restraint is at its max now, wait until you hear the sounds she makes. The soft pleas and desperate begging followed by beautiful whimpers are enough to make any man break.”
As if to prove him right, she released one of those desperate whimpers. Baylee’s hooded gaze locked with mine.
“You still with us, Bay?” I asked to gauge if this was too much. The buildup was fucking fantastic and not how I’d expected the day to end, but I was grateful that it did.
“I need more,” Baylee begged. The fingers wrapped around her throat moved with each word. “Please, Liam.”
Liam’s finger stilled where it hovered just over one peaked nipple at her plea. With the barest touch, he flicked the tip, causing her to squirm on his lap. Pinching it between two fingers, he pulled it taut. Baylee’s back bowed off his chest with a hiss that quickly morphed into a moan.
Palm on her sternum, he slid his hand down to her stomach, then continued to move lower, his hungry gaze tracking every inch just like my own. Each breath hurt, like my lungs were too tight. Jerking my hand up and down my length, I waited, barely breathing, as he traced the top of the lace. His fingers dipped beneath the delicate material, stretching it out when he cupped her pussy, Liam’s lids fluttering shut as he cursed.
“Fucking hell.” The fingers around her throat flexed, making me choke on my tongue. “Do you know how easy it would be to slide inside you right now, sweetheart? With how wet you are, even that virgin pussy wouldn’t offer my dick any resistance.”
“Liam,” I grunted.
It was the only word I could get out, but he understood what I meant, what I silently needed. Pulling his hand free, he gripped one side of the lace and yanked, almost yanking her off his lap with the force. The material snapped. Baylee’s lips parted, probably to complain about the ruined panties, but Liam silenced her by directing her mouth to his in a demanding kiss.
As their lips moved together, each hungry and devouring the other, Liam snapped the other side of the lace and flung the ruined material over his shoulder to land somewhere in the kitchen. With his hand on her throat and the other on her hip, I had an unobstructed view of her spread pussy. Even with the dim light from the fire, I could see every perfect pink inch. Her dripping entrance and swollen nub called to me, demanding my mouth and tongue.
Unable to resist another second, even knowing it would probably end with my death at Liam’s hands, I jerked my hand free and stood. In two quick strides, I stood between their combined spread thighs. Not looking away from her center, I dropped to my knees and pressed a palm to each inner thigh, spreading her even wider.
“Holy fuck, you’re beautiful everywhere, Bay.” I peeked up through my lashes, finding both their hooded gazes locked on me. “Do you know how many times I dreamed of being right here, of kneeling between your thighs while…?” I shook my head, not wanting to bring up Dean’s name. Not now. He was in our past for sure, but he didn’t get to be here now. Liam was here; he didn’t deserve to be in the shadow of a dead man.
“I didn’t say you could move,” Liam growled. “But now that you’re here, you might as well make yourself useful. Sweetheart, wrap your arms around my head and hold them there.”
I almost choked on my spit when she complied, hooking both hands behind him, which forced her tits into the air as her backarched. He released her throat to slide his hand lower, cupping one breast in his massive palm.
He reached his other one out and threaded it in my hair, making me jerk back, but his grip held me in place.
“What the fuck, man?” I growled, fighting the urge to escape.
“I told you I like control, and you took that away when you got out of the chair without my approval. So now, this is what we do. You want to eat her cunt, then I’m going to guide you.”
I stopped fighting. “Oh. I thought you were going to make me take your cock or something.”
He arched a dark brow. “Not my thing, remember. Though based on your statement at the hardware store, it sounds like you might be questioning if it’s yours.”
My lip curled in a snarl, but I didn’t refute his statement.
The corners of his mouth tilted upward, and I fucking knew the next words out of his mouth before he said them. “Good boy.”
“Fuck you.”
“Again, not my thing,” he chuckled as he kissed the side of Baylee’s neck, making her squirm. “Now, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to lick her from entrance to clit, lapping her clean until I tell you to stop.”
