I caught sight of how Liam’s dick twitched under the praise, and I chuckled. I ran my tongue up the side of his neck, tasting the salt on his skin and enjoying the little moan that escaped him.
“Tell me how you’re doing, Liam,” I ordered gently in his ear. “Still green?
“Yeah,” he let out breathlessly. “Green… I’m green… but…”
I stilled, my cock throbbing insistently inside him. It was impossible to put a respectable distance between us when I was buried balls-deep in him, but I tried to find some semblance of balance as my hands paused in roaming his body.
“But…” Ares prompted. He gently massaged Liam’s inner thighs, his thumbs circling Liam’s trembling muscles. He kept the contact light but constant.
“Is that…” Liam shifted slightly, and I bit back a groan as he twisted on my cock, sending sparks up my spine. My hold on himtightened, as if it’d help me maintain control. “Is that… are we done?”
“Oh, pretty boy,” Ares said with a slow grin, “we’re not even close to done with you. Not if you don’t want us to be.”
“I don’t.” He quickly shook his head as his cheeks flushed deeper. His dick gave another interested twitch, already thickening under the promise of something more.
Over his shoulder, my eyes met Ares’s and held them for a brief moment. Years of working together made silent communication a breeze between us. I flicked my gaze in the direction of the couch arm I intended to bend Liam over. If I didn’t fuck him soon, I was going to explode, and I had a strong feeling he wanted it too—his body tense with need and unspoken pleas.
Leaning in, Ares kissed his neck slowly and deliberately. Liam’s muscles clenched around my shaft, and my grip on him tightened.
“Should Owen fuck your pretty ass over the arm of the couch,” Ares began as he alternated between kisses and light bites, “while I feed you my cock so you can feel just how much both of us want you?”
Another enticing little whimper escaped Liam, high and broken as it caught in his throat. The sound shot straight to my balls, making them ache. Reaching between them, Ares fisted Liam’s cock, giving it a light stroke. The soft touch on his sensitive length made his hips jerk forward.
“And do you think you’ll come again for us like a good boy?” he asked, his hand twisting on an upstroke. His thumb pressed firmly into Liam’s slit and coaxed another bead of precum from him, making his cock visibly throb. “Paint the leather in cum for me to clean up with my tongue?”
As filthy as it was, I knew Ares would do it too. No cum was wasted when he was around. Liam made a sound of surprise, but that was it. Well, that wouldn’t do. I wanted to hear him say it.
“Use your words, Liam,” I said as my hand slid down his body and traced the dips in his abs. I cupped his balls and gave them a light squeeze—firm enough to tug a gasp out of him.
“I want that,” he replied, the words fragmented. “Please… please… I want that.”
“You’re so goddamn pretty when you beg,” Ares commented, running the flat of his tongue up Liam’s neck and biting him. I gave his balls another harder tug at the same time and pressed my thumb deliberately against the seam. The way his body tensed and squirmed was beautiful. His thighs quivered against mine, and his ass fluttered around my length, pulling a low groan from deep in my chest.
And while I would love to see just how I could tease and lightly torture him while he sat on my cock—to listen to the sounds he made and how I could make him beg—that wasn’t his fantasy. My job here was to fulfill his fantasy, not create my own. His pleasure first, always.
“Up,” I instructed gently, letting my hands drift to his hips. With the slightest push, I helped encourage him off my lap. The slow drag as I slid out of him was agonizing, his muscles clinging tight to every inch until I popped free with a wet sound. From the little whine of protest he let out, he felt the same.
“Patience, Liam.” Ares chuckled as he helped steady him.
“We’ll give you what you want,” I reassured him. I stood while Ares guided him onto the couch, bending him over the armrest. The position put his perfect ass on display in a way I deeply appreciated. His cock dangled half-hard between his thighs and leaked on the leather.
Ares moved to stand in front of him, stroking his own dick slowly. He threaded his fingers through Liam’s hair and tiltedhis head back to better make eye contact with him. The intimate action drew a soft pant from Liam, and he shifted closer, inviting more. As he did, I smoothed my hands over Liam’s ass cheeks and spread them, enjoying how he visibly clenched with anticipation.
“Look at you… so eager for both of us,” Ares commented. He traced the curve of Liam’s mouth with the crown of his dick. “Open that pretty mouth for me. Show me how well you can suck my cock while Owen fucks you.”
Anything Liam was about to say vanished as Ares thrust forward, filling his mouth inch by inch. I did the same from behind and readily welcomed the tight heat of his body around my cock. His loud groan filled the living room.
Both of us paused—my hips flush to his ass and Ares’s dick filling his throat. Liam trembled between us, stretched wide and panting. The sight was stunning, especially the ease and willingness with which he took both of us.
“Just like that,” I said. “Don’t hold back, Liam. Let us hear how much you enjoy being stuffed full of our cocks.”
Ares’s gaze caught mine for direction, the hunger in his eyes mirroring my own, and I nodded. We found an easy rhythm between us. Every thrust into his ass sent him rocking forward deeper onto Ares’s length. Loud gags and moans rose in the air. His fingers gripped the couch as he pushed back on me in demand for more, and I happily obliged.
CHAPTER 08
Liam
I’d never felt so full in my life as both men fucked me in tandem. My mouth stretched wide around Ares’s impressive girth, and my throat spasmed with each thrust. Precum smeared thin and salty across my tongue, and spit dripped down my chin. His movements were measured and controlled, his hips rolling deliberately as if savoring each inch he pushed into my eager mouth. I gagged around him, and my eyes watered. That hand in my hair kept my head tipped back to maintain eye contact. His dark gaze was full of a hunger that matched my own desire.
