“What are you saying no to?” Liam asks.
It was Ryker’s fingers and my hard cock. It was Liam’s gentle kisses and my sensitive hole. Now it’s Liam’s hard cock and my stretchedopening. I squeeze Liam with my hand and clench around Ryker’s fingers.
“I want you,” I tell Liam.Deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
There it is; there’s that word.
Liam’s eyes widen. “You’re just . . . you’re turned on. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I know what I’m saying.” I lick my lips with my tongue. They taste of Liam’s kisses. “I know what I’masking, and I’m asking if you’ll fuck me.”
Liam releases a long breath. “Freddie.”
“Pleasewill you fuck me?”
I’ve never used that tone before, the pouting, deliberately vulnerable tone of voice to get my own way. Liam’s cock jerks in my hand. He likes my manipulation, likes that I’m so sure that I’d resort to dirty tactics to get him inside me. Ryker’s moving his fingers in and out of me, but I don’t think Liam’s aware of it. He’s doing it secretly, getting me ready to take his brother. I bite back a moan at the thought and bear down on his fingers.
“I could’ve died . . . I could’ve died and I want you. I want this . . . this thing between us.”
Liam swallows audibly. “We’re already rushing ahead—”
“I want to. I want ahead to be now.”
Ryker groans. “Christ, Liam, he wants it.”
“Are you still finger fucking him?” Liam asks.
Ryker laughs breathlessly. “It would be stupid of me to stop now . . .”
I press a kiss to the corner of Liam’s mouth. “Don’t you want me?”
I like speaking to him like this. I like being all sweet and soft, using this mock rejection to lower his resolve.
Liam gives me a hard kiss. “I don’t think you’re ready for how much I want you . . .”
My stomach flips at his words. Liam drags his gaze from mine and turns it on his brother. He doesn’t speak, his expression doesn’t change, but I think there’s a silent conversation going on between the two. The whole time it’s happening, Ryker is sliding his fingers in and out of my body.
“If you’re sure,” Liam murmurs.
I’m about to reply that yes, yes I am, but Ryker speaks first. “I’m sure.”
I mourn the loss of his fingers with a whine, and glance over my shoulder to see where Ryker’s gone. He’s moved a foot away from me on the bed, propping his head up with his hand. Liam rolls me onto my back, into the vacated space where Ryker had been.
It’s warm from his body.
“Bend your legs,” Liam orders.
I place my feet flat on the bed, knees bent. Liam runs his hand down my thighs then spreads them to fit his body. I’m glad I straddled Ryker earlier, it loosened up my hips, otherwise this position would be uncomfortable.
“Lube,” Ryker says pushing a squirty bottle in Liam’s direction. He pumps a generous amount into his hand whilewatching me, coats his cock, then wipes the excess between my cheeks.
“You sure?”
I nod frantically, but the nerves have returned without Liam’s kisses and Ryker’s fingers. My confidence that I can do this—take Liam inside me—starts to dwindle.
“Freddie?” Liam says.
“Kiss me,” I say, and he doesn’t hesitate. He plants a forearm either side of my head and lowers his mouth onto mine. I sigh into his gentle kisses, and his comforting touch chases away my fears.
