“See, you finding this funny is one big reason why this ménage is a stupid idea. You laughing when you see me doing something sexual like wanking over you two, that’s not got to be a good thing.”
“Yeah, well, maybe if you'd look at me, you'd see how fucking hard I am.”
Troy’s breath held in his chest for too long, then he released it nice and slow, turning his head to the image of Liam, his big frame almost filling the doorway, bracing himself on the beams as he stood tall and strong. Those thick thighs of his were parted, the loose pants he was wearing showing off the thick ridge of his hard on through the thin material and letting Troy know his words were true and not some funny joke to take the piss out of him.
“Liam…” Troy’s voice filled the dead silence of the room, his breathless voice vibrating through his lips as he met Liam’s warm honey-coloured eyes. They were full of the hunger Troy felt, and his pulse quickened, his heart beating frantically as that gaze continued to spread out between them, full of the thousands of unspoken moments which could have happened, but neither had held onto.
Their need had always been there, simmering beneath the surface, and like a pot left to boil, the pressure had finally become too much to bear. Troy was ready for his pot to boil over and claim what had always been his. Liam was his. Liam had always been his. His body reacted, cock stiffening, body shivering with the desire ripping through it. Years of pent up lust was raging under Troy’s skin and he wanted to peel back that thin layer and free it.
Liam reacted to Troy’s needs like he always did, sharing his emotions and craving to fulfil what Troy was crying out for, but despite how turned on Liam was, and how much his cock jerked at the thought of having him, he stepped back into the hallway, hands fisted beside him, jaw set in a firm line as he spoke. “We’ve waited so long. I'm not going to rush this moment. You're worth more to me than this. I want more. I want it all. I want your heart and your soul before I lay one finger on you. And I'm willing to wait until I know you want the same thing from me.”
Troy was left breathing hard, his body desperately screaming for a warm body to cover it and ease its suffering, feed its hunger, but Troy couldn’t change Liam’s mind. He didn’t want to. He wanted what Liam wanted. He always had done.
With heavy limbs, he sat up, pulling on his joggers and grabbing a t-shirt before he stood from the bed and took a few calming breaths.
The smell of the Chinese food wafted down the hallway and his stomach reminded him how long it had been since lunch. Food would be a good way to distract themselves from anything sexual for a while. Maybe if he took all night to eat it, things would remain that way.
Chapter 37
Liam found Dalton dishing out the food in the kitchen. His cock was still hard and the desire to run back and break all his promises by spreading Troy’s body out on his big bed and fucking him into tomorrow was so strong, it hurt to keep walking from the room.
Dalton leaned against the counter, thick glazed honey sauce running down his fingers as he lifted one to his mouth, rolling those big lips down it and dipping his tongue around, cleaning off the sweet-smelling, sticky substance from his fingers as he drifted his gaze up and down Liam.
“Don’t say anything, smart arse. I know, but I didn’t do anything, I said I wouldn’t.”
Dalton smirked. They'd both heard Troy’s moans, and Liam drew the short straw and went to find him after they’d heard him finish. Neither of them thought they could hold back if they saw him, but Liam believed Dalton when he said he didn’t want the first time seeing Troy possibly naked to be that way.
“So…” Dalton glanced over Liam again, settling brazenly on his hard cock tenting his pants. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s good.” Liam shared a snarky smile with Dalton as he walked around the kitchen island and stood behind him, draping big arms around Dalton’s waist and kissing his neck, making sure to rub his hard cock on the pert ass cheeks offered up to him. “I'm telling you, walking away from him was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”
“Hmm, I can feel how hard it was for you.” Dalton rolled his hips, sniggering as he bent his head to the counter and started laughing.
“You think this is funny?” Liam slapped his arse, enjoying the low growl coming from his lips. Liam gave him another and Dalton quickly turned, taking hold of his wrist and looking firmly into Liam’s eyes. Liam waited for him to say something, but instead he got those lips on his, hands on his biceps and fingers curling into his muscles. “Dee, please,” Liam mumbled out between kisses.
Dalton moved him backwards, being more forward than he’d ever been before, and Liam took hold of his hips, gripping them so tightly he would have to check Dalton tomorrow for bruises. Warm hands wormed their way into Liam’s pants, grabbing his ass and holding his cock against the firm thigh in between his legs.
Liam ground into him, working his tongue deeper into the sweet mouth offered up to him, kneading the globes of Dalton’s arse in his big hands. Dalton was practically climbing his body, needing more, and Liam gave in, pulling the buttons on Dalton’s jeans loose and sliding his hand into the shorts below. Dalton was so stiff, Liam struggled to free him from his clothing, and when he burst out of his jeans, Liam moaned with him feeling how erect he got in the newly found space.
Liam grabbed the back of Dalton's neck, pushing him up against the fridge, the impact of his body causing it to hit the wall with a loud bang. Liam was working Dalton’s slick length in one hand, his other kneading his own cock hidden beneath his clothes. Without pausing to talk or to think, Liam dropped to the floor, taking Dalton’s cock into his mouth, slicking him up further before pressing him deep into his mouth. Dalton choked out a scream, then growled long and hard as Liam began to blow him, taking him deeper on each stroke until the big blunt head of Dalton’s cock was pushing into his throat.
“Liam…” Dalton struggled, grasping his shoulder and shaking him, but Liam didn’t stop. Instead, he just took Dalton’s hard shaft deeper, heavy balls now pressed against his chin, Dalton's cock pulsing in his throat and his loud moans now filling the loft.
“I see your need to hold back doesn’t apply to Dalton, then?” Liam jerked his eyes to Troy now standing beside them, his nimble fingers stripping the t-shirt from Dalton’s body, and tugging on those sexy pink nipples hidden beneath it. “Hmm, I like these. Mind if I suck them?”
“Troy…” Dalton groaned as Troy pinched one.
“Hush.” Troy kissed him quickly and Liam pulled away from Dalton’s cock so he could grin. “I think someone would like their nipple pierced.” Troy gave an impish smile to Dalton and his breathing sped up a notch. Obviously the thought of Troy teasing a ring through his delicate flesh turned Dalton on. Liam too. “Hmm, oh, yeah. I’m asking Sian to talk you into it.”
Liam took a breath, watching as Troy’s delicious lips encased one of Dalton’s erect nipples, teasing his teeth around it before enveloping it in his hot mouth. Dalton arched his back from the fridge, mouth falling open, pupils blown wide. The guy was fucking beautiful and it made Liam want to see him lose his mind.
Taking the rigid length of Dalton’s uncut cock into his mouth again, he licked and sucked, running saliva up and down it before he took him all the way down his throat again. He kept his eyes upwards, watching as Dalton shook. Between Troy sucking on his nipples and Liam sucking his cock, Dalton didn’t stand much of a chance, but when Troy slipped those fine lips to Dalton's, rolling a nipple harshly in his fingers, Dalton came, hard and fast, crying out as he erupted in Liam’s throat. Liam swallowed, wringing every bit of cum from the balls resting on his chin.
Dalton’s chest heaved, cum still dribbling from his slit, and Liam reached up, easing his tongue over the offering and cleaning him up as Troy watched on, rubbing his cock over his clothing like Liam was doing. They both shared a smile before looking to Dalton again.
Liam stood, taking hold of Dalton's jaw and kissing him, letting his tongue ease through those lips and sharing the taste of Dalton's cream with him. Liam caught the groan from Troy and when he pulled off those lips, Troy took over, licking and biting before claiming his mouth in a soft, deep kiss, slow and sensual. It made every inch of Liam shudder.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Hmm.” Troy hummed as he left Dalton’s sweet lips. “I know, that’s how I felt when I saw you two kissing earlier. I'm afraid no one under the sun could hold me off you two for any longer.”
“I'm glad you didn’t.” Dalton kissed him, running a hand up and down his spine, before kissing him again. “So…” Dalton breathed out as he came up for air, resting against the cool metal of the fridge and looking between them. “This ménage idea was so good.”
“Dee!” Liam laughed with Troy.
“You can't disagree with me. My logic is flawless.”
Troy grinned, then wrapped both of his arms around Dalton’s neck and looked into his eyes. “I have no doubt the sex will be amazing between us, no matter how we decide to work it out, but that’s not the important thing. It’s everything else. I want everything you have to give me, Dalton. I won't settle for even ninety nine percent. I want to own every single cell in your body.”