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Adelaide thumbed her phone and sent King another message. Liam’s exam was halfway done, and she was desperate for an update.
No sign of him yet. Some students have left, but he’s still going. It’s a good sign, baby. He’s doing it.
It is. I’m so proud of him.
When she looked up again, there was a tense silence that seemed to be centred around Jake and Cassie. Cassie shook her head and cupped Jake’s face, leaning her forehead against his cheek. Whatever she said was for his ears alone. Jake nodded and hugged her close, and after a moment, he smiled. “Might just have to get back into it though, if you guys are anything to go by.” Adelaide had no idea what he was talking about, but it was probably a good thing. “Anyone know a good swingers’ club?”
His comment surprised her, and Adelaide cleared her throat to stop from choking on the cider she’d just sipped. “Actually, I do.” She reached into her purse by her feet and slipped Cassie a dark business card. The other woman looked at it with raised eyebrows and nodded before passing it to Jacob. He read it, slipped it into his shirt pocket, and gave her a small smile in thanks. It was a weird exchange, but Adelaide had learned not to judge a book by its cover. Her fantasy anniversary couple both walked in wearing buttoned-up suits looking straight-laced and uptight in every way. They were anything but.
She excused herself much earlier than the others, but she needed to get to King’s house. Liam had finished his exam and wasn’t up to going out afterward. They hadn’t spoken much, Liam mumbling out that he was okay, but worry had spiked in her and Adelaide rushed out, needing to be there for him too. King was on the phone, pacing, when she walked up the stairs and spied him through the open front door. Liam was lying on the couch shirtless, his eyes closed, biting down on his lip with a beer in hand as he stretched out. He squirmed, but it looked like he was getting more comfortable, not freaking out about the exam. Relief swamped her. It was a good sign.
Adelaide pulled open the screen door and slipped through, dropping her purse on the sideboard as she made her way over to Liam. When she straddled him on the couch, he hummed and pulled her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he hugged her tight.
“How did you go?” she asked gently, a whisper against his temple.
His eyes were bright when he finally let her go enough that she could pull back to look at him. He puckered his lips and grinning, she obliged, taking his mouth in a long sultry kiss. Adelaide was never one to deny her men, or herself. Their tongues tangled and Liam slipped his hand up her skirt, cupping her arse as he moaned and thrust his hard cock against her. Sparks lit up behind her closed eyelids and Adelaide’s breath caught.
“I did good, Addy,” he whispered. “I know I passed. The questions were easy. I had to get a second booklet to write my answers on because I had so much to say.”
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Liam.” She kissed him harder, slipping her hand into his shorts and cupping his thick cock. Pre-cum wet her path, Liam arching into her touch as he slid his fingers up and down the lace covering her pussy.
They were writhing together, kissing frantically, but Adelaide couldn’t get a decent grip with her dress bunched up between them and Liam’s shorts in the way. She grumbled on a laugh, “Damn clothes,” and King was behind her, easing Liam’s basketball shorts down. The zipper on her dress followed, and Adelaide let go of her man while King slipped the dress off her, bra following a moment later.
Once she was down to only a pair of lacy panties, Liam looked her over and growled, but King’s heat disappeared from her back. Adelaide cried out, and searched for him, twisting until she could see him. The smirk he wore was deviant. He brought his finger to his lips, quietening her as he held his phone in the other. His cock bulged in his jeans, his erection a rigid pole against his hip.
Whatever the call was about was important—but he covered the mouthpiece and whispered, “Put on a show for me.”
Liam pulsed in her hand. “You like knowing that he’s watching us, don’t you?” she murmured against his throat.
He nodded and moaned louder when she closed her hand around his cock once more.
“I need inside you, Addy,” he gasped. “King’s torturing me.” She ran her fingers lower, knowing just what King liked to do to him. It had started with the same finger-sized vibe she’d given King, a hint of what anal could be like for Liam if he wanted to try it. He’d been addicted since, desperate to take King’s cock. They hadn’t gone there yet, but he was nearly ready. He was taking a plug that wasn’t far off King’s girth. But King wouldn’t rush things, no matter how much Liam begged. It made for fun nights teasing him as she and King edged him. More often than not, she was the beneficiary of his frustration. He ate her out like a man possessed when he was mindless with lust, and would usually fuck her and King senseless too. His refractory period was virtually non-existent when the thick plug was inside him, rubbing on his prostate, so they all took full advantage. They’d ditched the condoms soon after she’d returned from Sydney—their Christmas presents to one another were negative test results—and tonight was going to be another one of those nights where they let loose.
Her fingers circled around the base of the largest plug he’d worn yet. No wonder he was on edge. It was the width of a mini can of soda at its base stretching his hole tight. Her clit pulsed as she thought about how stuffed he would be feeling. Adelaide needed to see it. She clambered off and kneeled on the couch between his legs, lifting them so she could see his smoothed-out pucker. The sight took her breath away. Pink and slick with lube, Liam’s rim was stretched tight around the plug. She leaned down, licking around it and nibbling his sac. Liam stiffened and crammed his fist into his mouth to stifle his shout. Pre-cum dripped from his slit, and Adelaide lapped it up, sucking down his cock.
He was hard as nails, his skin stretched tight over his thick rod. Desire pulsed through her at the sight of him wanton and needy. She wanted Liam as much as he needed her. Taking his cock in hand, she straddled his thighs, but she’d forgotten her panties.
“Shit,” she grumbled, moving to slide off him. Liam growled, holding her hips in place before he grasped the thin lace and ripped it, yanking it free from her hips. Adelaide’s core clenched at the sight of his thick fingers piercing the thin material, it falling to pieces under his touch.
She sank onto him slowly, Liam filling her like the plug was filling him. She stretched around him, clasping onto his shaft as he bucked. It was like a whirlwind was set free. He moved at a frantic pace, hammering her G-spot with every thrust. He pinched her clit, lightning strikes of sensation morphing into a constant buzz that rocketed her to the edge of an orgasm far too quickly. He lashed her nipples with his tongue, sucking and biting on them. The warmth of his tongue and bite of pain from his teeth surged through her like a tsunami.
She bounced on him harder, her pussy clenching around him. He shifted, his fat cock deep inside her slid against her G-spot, lighting her up. The motion sent Adelaide past the point of no return. The quickening started, a rushing at her core as her nerve endings sizzled. She gasped as Liam shuddered, her pussy clutching him as the rhythmic clenching began. Euphoria washed over her as Liam pressed his finger to her arse, breaching her pucker as she trembled in his arms. He choked out a cry and thrust deeper, his body going rigid as he shot inside her. The heated splashes of cum hitting her already sensitive walls renewed her orgasm, and she clenched again, riding another wave of bliss.
Liam shouted, his hips lifting off the couch as King trailed his lips down her spine. There was a thud to the side and Liam pulled up his knees. The movement sent a shiver through her, his pulsating cock still lodged deep inside her, hitting her G-spot like a gold medal shooter at target practice. The first splash of King’s cum painted her arse, her hole clenching at the sensation. She wanted him inside her, to fill her up just like Liam was. She loved it. Was a complete slut for their cocks.
She didn’t feel the second pump of cum, but from Liam’s needy moan, he sure had. “Your hole is all open for me, Lee. It’s begging me to come inside. You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you? To fill you up just like I’m doing, don’t you?”
Liam cried out, his still hard cock throbbing as he pumped more cum inside her and King filled him.
“Want the whole fucking world to see you fuck me, King,” Liam gasped, moaning as King leaned over her. She turned, needing his kiss. Their tongues tangled and King’s wet fingers circled her nipples. He pinched them and Adelaide’s pussy tightened.
Liam bucked again, shuddering.
“Fuck,” he moaned breathlessly, his softening cock going steely again. “King,” he gasped. “Again.” King slipped his fingers between them, rubbing her clit as he pressed up against her back. Liam thrust messily, his rhythm off, but it was enough. Adelaide’s body started climbing again, the dual sensation of Liam’s desperate movements and King’s measured touches sending Adelaide spiralling.
Her breasts bounced as she rode Liam, zings of sensation shooting to her clit as King fingered her. Liam’s cum dripped out of her pussy, King’s other hand gathering the liquid and spreading it down. He was using their cum as lube, King stuffing Liam’s arse with his fingers. She wanted to watch so badly. To see them together. She loved it. That first time when King had given Liam a blow job, she could have come just from watching them. Every time it only got better. She pictured King’s fingers buried deep in Liam’s arse, and her pussy clamped down, throbbing as she launched into orbit. Adelaide cried out, her vision whiting out as her orgasm hit, and Liam shouted, going rigid under her as his cock pulsed inside her again.
Breathless, she fell forward, but King was there to ease her back, lifting her off Liam until she had her head on the opposite armrest of the sofa. Liam’s cock slipped free, but King’s mouth replaced it, his tongue laving her. Licking her clean. She was well used, and had come harder than a freight train, but every swipe of his tongue sent licks of desire through her again. He did the same to Liam, licking up their combined essences from his cock.
