I stand in front of him, my mind grinding to a halt. Whenever desire starts to flow through my veins, it’s hard to think straight. Domination, submission—two opposite concepts that turn into something almost impossible to grasp whenever my eyes find Liam’s.

Since I was a little kid I had this rebel streak inside of me. Everyone told me to behave like a little girl, to be nice and polite to everyone. To submit. Of course, what I always did was pretty much the opposite of that. To punching young kids in the nose and refusing to go into a more feminine career (whatever that means), I always chose the road less travelled by. I never submitted to anyone, and I always refused to be treated like a young little girl. It just wasn’t me.

But as Liam closes the distance between us, his fingers tangling themselves in my hair… Right now I can’t help but feel like a little girl, more than willing to submit to the strong man in front of me. And, with Liam, it feels right.

"I don’t know what the hell you did to me," he whispers, grabbing locks of my hair and pulling on them, forcing me to bare my neck. "But I can’t stop thinking about you…" He lays his lips on my neck, kissing me all the way to my chin. "I can’t stop thinking about your naked body… About the way you moan when I’m inside of you."

"These sound like good things to think about," I say, running my tongue over my lower lip.

"They are, aren’t they?" And, with that, he presses his mouth against mine. We brush lips slowly, our kiss growing wilder and wilder with each passing second. When our tongues meet, I feel a stab of ravenous desire in my heart, an almost violent need to submit and obey the man in front of me. To let him lead me into Pleasure Land.

"I want you to fuck me," I whisper against his ear, my lips brushing against his skin, "as hard as you can. I want you to use me, Liam. I’m yours." As the words leave my lips, my heart starts to race at a hundred miles per hour, my insides clenching as my brain tries to comprehend what I’m really volunteering for.

"You didn’t need to say it," he yanks on my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes. "I’m going to fuck you hard, Vivian, no matter what you say."

"Yes, please…" I mutter, a growing wetness taking root between my thighs. I can feel my heart pounding against my eardrums, a legion of scattered thoughts fluttering inside my head. "Please," I repeat, my voice sounding meek but genuine.

A subtle grin dances on the corner of his lips and he lets go of me, taking a step back; I stand still, allowing his eyes to take in the curves of my body. Raising his arms, Liam reaches for me, hooking his fingers on the fabric of my dress, right below my neck.

I hold my breath, his grin widening at the same time; in a heartbeat, he pulls on my dress with all his strength, ripping it apart. My body sways as he tears the fabric apart, pulling it out of my body with viciousness.

"Much better," he says, looking at my half naked body. I let my eyes fall from his face to his crotch, and I notice the bulging shape there, pushing against his pants. I might be as wet as the Pacific, but he isn’t lagging behind, his cock so hard I half expect it to rip its way out of his pants.

I wait for Liam to tell me to go down on my knees, but that’s not what he does. Still in silence, he takes one step forward and places his hands on my hips, pushing me back. I stumble until I feel my back against the wall, my eyes widening in excitement as I try to guess his next move. Grabbing me by the waist, he makes me turn around and face the wall, my ass turned to him. I place my hands in front of me, at shoulder height, as he runs the tip of his fingers down from my neck to the clasp of my bra. Unhooking it, he then pushes the straps down my arms, allowing the bra to simply drop to the floor.

"And it keeps getting better…" he whispers, leaning against me. His hands on my waist again, he moves them up over my stomach, stopping just before his fingers meet my naked breasts. With slow deliberate movements, he traces their lower contour, moving his finger back and forth steadily, and then finally goes over their curve. A slight shiver goes through me and I close my eyes, feeling him so close to my nipples that they become even harder.

As he teases me, I jut my ass back, trying to press it against the bulging in his pants; he keeps himself out of reach, though, holding me tighter with the hand he has on my waist.

"We’ll get there… Patience," he whispers, nibbling at my earlobe as he allows his fingers to brush over my right nipple. I let out a heavy sigh, a warmness spreading from my nipple to the rest of my body, that electric buzz crawling under my skin. Pinching my rosy tip between his thumb and index finger, he keeps building up the desire inside of me, driving it so high that my mind goes blank.

His lips are on my neck now, and he starts to kiss my skin on a downward line—from my neck he goes to between my shoulder blades, and then makes the hike down my spine until his lips are touching the place were skin and thong meet. Parting his lips, he bites down on the small string of underwear and starts peeling it off, the fabric sliding easily over my ass as he pushes it down my legs.

The moment I step out of my thong, completely naked and exposed, he squeezes my ass cheeks, rubbing them with the palm of his hands. I spread my legs wide, my hands still on the wall as I prepare myself to whatever’s in his mind. My skin prickles as I feel one of his fingers on me, gently sliding down between my ass cheeks; barely any pressure to his touch, he moves it all the way down until he’s touching my wet folds. Caressing my wetness, he leans forward; I gasp as I feel the wet tip of his tongue on me, pushing past my inner lips. Jabbing at my pussy with it, his movements remain slow but deliberate, his lips never touching me.

"Oh, God…" I whisper to no one in particular, pressing my forehead against the wall. I close my eyes and let my brain be overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through me. When his teasing becomes simply too much for me, I move my hips back, trying to press my pussy against his face; instead of resisting, this time he places his hands on my waist and matches my movement, pulling me into him harshly. The moment his mouth touches my pussy, I can’t help but gasp, my lungs struggling for air.

"I’m just getting started," he tells me, pulling out from me just to say these words. He dives into me again, eagerly pressing his mouth against my pussy and sucking as hard as he can; he pulls my folds into his mouth, running his tongue along them as he keeps my ass cheeks spread wide.

I’m moaning... and I’m moaning hard. Each stroke of his tongue sends a high voltage current up my spine, making me even wetter and desperate for his cock. But still he keeps sucking and licking me, working me with his mouth until I’m hissing through my gritted teeth.

Then, with no warning whatsoever, he curls his fingers on my hips and makes me turn around. My back against the wall, I look down at him, my heart beating wildly inside of my chest as I notice his lips glistening with my fluids. He doesn’t afford me the luxury of looking at him anymore, though without waiting, he places one hand under my left ass cheek and makes me lift my leg, placing it over his shoulder. One leg on the ground and other resting on his shoulder, my pussy is left open wide for him to devour, and that’s exactly what he does; closing his eyes as he leans in, he fits his mouth against my aching pussy, jabbing at my insides with his tongue. I pull on his hair, pulling him into me as I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my wetness all over his face. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to relish it, redoubling his efforts.

"It feels so… So good…" I moan, throwing my head back as he laps at my clit with his tongue, circling it and then pressing down.

Using only his tongue, he drives me to the edge of madness but, not quite satisfied with it, he starts brushing one finger against my folds. Moving it up and down, he teases me, but never slides it in; he waits for me to reach for his wrist, and before I can grab it, he slides his finger inside of me, curling it upward in a hook motion. His fingertip pressed tight against my G-spot, he starts rubbing that sweet trigger of madness while he keeps on torturing my clit. He knows what he’s doing, and he won’t stop until a climax forces me to moan as loud as I can.

In the end, it doesn’t take long for him to get what he wants. My body tenses up, electricity gathering in my extremities, and I finally open my mouth and let a quivering moan out. My hands go weak, and I have to place my forearms against the wall, supporting me as a wild orgasm rages through me. Liam keeps licking me while pleasure makes my heart almost explode, only slowing down when my moan turns into a soft purr of ecstasy.

"Delicious," he says, looking up at me as he pulls out from my pussy. "As always," he adds, that devilish grin on his lips as he takes my leg out from his shoulder and goes up to his feet. Standing right in front of me, his hands on my hips, he leans in. I smile, meeting him halfway and pressing my lips against his, my tongue sliding into his mouth. My own scent and flavor hit me at once and, just like the last time, it makes my insides clench, desire fluttering inside my chest.

Running my hands down his chest, I hook my fingers on his belt, looking him in the eyes expectantly. With a grin and a nod, he gives me the go ahead, allowing me to unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling fingers as I start to unbutton his pants. One by one, the buttons come off. His hard cock pushes against my knuckles from under his boxer briefs and my heart tightens at the touch of his hard shaft. I turn my hand around and grab it viciously, sighing in ecstasy as I feel his thickness pulsing against my fingers. I can barely wait to have him inside of me, stretching my pussy as it buries itself into me.

"You want it, don’t you?" he says, laying soft kisses on my neck. I simply nod, barely able to think of anything to say. Oh, I want it so bad; he has no idea how much. "How bad, Vivian?"

"Bad," I croak, my pussy so wet that I feel my own fluids starting to drip down my inner thighs.

"Prove it. On your knees," he tells me, my legs buckling under my weight as if he had cast a spell on me. He lets go of me and takes one step back, his smart eyes never leaving mine. I go down as if all my strength had left me. Gulping, I reach for his waist, grabbing at the hem of his boxer briefs; I tug on them, sending them down his legs with his pants. His cock jumps free, precum glistening on the tip. Thick and long, it stands ready at attention, pulsing with the desire to feel my mouth.

"It’s yours," Liam says, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes. Grinning, he unbuttons his own shirt, his fingers moving fast but without any hint of hurry or anxiety. As the button-up shirt slides down his arms, I reach for his cock, my fingers slowly curling around his shaft. It’s warm and pleasant to the touch, and that just makes me want to ram it inside my mouth at once. Lucky for me, that’s exactly what he wants me to do.

Reaching for me, he brushes my lips with his thumb. "This sweet mouth…" he whispers, his cock pulsing against my fingers, anticipation running through it. "I want to fuck it." He takes his fingers to my head then, running them through locks of hair and grabbing them; keeping my head in place, he moves closer to me, his cock dangerously close to my mouth. "Use your tongue," he commands me, and my body responds at once.

My tongue pushes its way out from between my lips, reaching for his glans; touching it, I the saltiness of his precum makes me shiver, and I start to circle his tip with sensuous strokes. As his hold on my hair eases, I lean forward, tilting my head sideways and running my tongue down his shaft; I go all the way down until I can lap at his heavy balls. Opening my mouth, I suck one in, rolling it inside my mouth as I twirl my tongue around it. As I allow it out of my mouth, I go back up his shaft, this time allowing my lips to rest against his glans.

"Here’s my mouth," I say, looking up at Liam, my lips brushing against his velvety tip as I speak. "Didn’t you want to fuck it?" He replies with a grin, the pressure of his fingers on my head intensifying. Slowly, he moves his hips forward, pushing his cock past my lips. I part them, allowing his shaft to roll over my tongue until all of his length is snuggled deep inside my mouth. Only when my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock does he pull out, his shaft moving back until only his glans rests over my tongue. Our eyes lock, and for a fraction of a second, I can almost see electric sparks in the cool air around us. Just one heartbeat after that and he slides his cock in, moving it back out in a fraction of a second. Rocking his hips, he starts to fuck my tight mouth, fulfilling his delicious promise.

The sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth scorches all the thoughts flying around my head, leaving only a warm feeling of pleasure. My eyes are closed, my brain fully occupied with how it feels to have Liam’s meaty thickness rolling over my lips and tongue, ravaging my mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy.

As if guided by a God of Lust and Sin, my hands move by themselves, my fingers digging deep into Liam’s ass. Firmly grabbing him, I urge him to go faster and harder. Obliging, his cock starts going at a faster rhythm, the wet sound of his cock on my lips driving me to the edge of madness. I feel a slight spasm over my tongue and Liam finally starts slowing down, his thrusts winding down patiently.

When he takes his cock out of my mouth, I take a deep breath, my lungs straining from the lack of air. It’s hard to remember to breathe when twelve inches of cock are ravaging your mouth, that much I can tell you.

There’s an expression of dazzled delight on Liam’s face, and seeing all the pleasure he’s taking from using me, makes my heart beat even faster. I want him to use me more… So much more.

He turns on his heels, my eyes following his naked body. As he moves, his perfect ass cheeks clenching, I bite my lower lip by instinct. God, I can’t help but feel lucky to be right here and right now, with this perfect slice of man. What more could I ask for? As if trying to answer my own question, the memory of the time I spent with Liam and Carter in the limo flashes behind my eyes. You could ask for that, my mind seems to say, bringing to the surface the memory of Liam and Carter’s cocks inside of my mouth.

"Come here," Liam says, derailing my train of thought. He’s sitting on the edge of my bed, an inviting look on his face. I go up to my feet and start walking toward him, my eyes almost unable to stop looking at his hard cock. Christ, I just want to ease myself down on top of it and feel it piercing me.

I go up to Liam, standing in front of him as my chest rises and falls, my lungs working overtime to get the air in. He reaches for me, his hands resting on my ass, and reels me in. Following his lead, I place my knees on the edge of the bed, each by the side of his waist. I sit across his lap, feeling his hard cock brushing against my navel, the desire to impale myself on it growing fiercer.

"I know what you’re thinking," he says, looking me in the eye. "You want me inside of you, and you want it now."

"Yes," I nod, my throat growing dry. His fingers are digging into my ass, stopping me from jumping on top of him and sliding his cock inside of my pussy. He knows that I want it bad and he’s dangling the fact that it’s going to happen soon right in front of me, teasing me.

Still with one hand on my hip, he uses the other one to grab his cock, and then he pushes it down against my pussy. Rubbing his glans against my wet folds, he keeps his eyes focused on me, that mischievous grin on his face.

"I want it now…" I moan, trying to thrust.

"I can see that," he chuckles, keeping me in place. Then, a flicker of deviousness flashing in his eyes, he throws himself back on top of the mattress. "Go ahead then, do your worst, Vivian."

That’s all I need to hear; I grab his cock and, angling it upward, I raise my hips and lower myself over it. His glans pushes against my folds and I throw my head back, gasping as I feel his thickness stretching my insides. His shaft slides inside of me easily, even though it strains against my inner walls all the way, each inch of him making my breath grow ragged.

"Oh, God, yes," I moan, all of his thick inches lodged deep inside of me. His glans is pressed against that secret sweet spot in my pussy, and I start swaying my hips, moving them back and forth. I lean into him, pressing my mouth against his and igniting a frantic kiss; our lips part, opening up the stage for our tongues to dance and then wrestle against one another. We keep kissing until I can’t do it anymore, his cock claiming all of my attention. "Fuck…" I hiss, digging my fingernails on his chiseled pectorals.

Sitting up straight, I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders as I start to ride him harder. My fingers run down from his pectorals to his abdominals, and I trace every ridge and valley in his muscles, each perfection impossible to compare… Unless, of course, we’re talking about Carter. These two can go toe-to-toe on whatever area you want to compare them in.

Just like that, I find myself missing Carter again. Like a lingering memory in the cellar of my mind, his absence makes my heart grow tight and anxious. What I wouldn’t give for him to be here with us, his hands running all over my naked body while I keep swaying my hips, Liam’s cock fucking me. As good as Liam is, nothing can compare to how I felt during that brief moment in time, both men ready to put their differences aside and do my bidding. I know that it was good to be true, that something like that couldn’t possibly last but… That doesn’t stop me from missing that moment. To the day I die, I’ll never forget about it. Being with Liam is perfect, sure, and the same happens with Carter... But being with the two of them was simply transcendental. It was Heaven.

"Hey, what are you thinking of?" Liam whispers, and I’m brought back to reality. I almost lie and tell him that I’m not thinking of anything, but the look in his eyes somehow brings the truth out of me.

"Carter," I blurt out, not giving my brain enough time to filter out what I’m saying. "It was… different with him. With the two of you." Liam stays silent for a long moment, decoding my words, and I almost regret having said what I just did.

"Yeah… It is different," he finally admits, the thorns in my heart fading away. I didn’t screw it all up by mentioning Carter, thank God. "But I’m here now."

"You are," I smile, feeling his cock pulsing inside of me. I build up my rhythm again, pushing all thoughts of Carter to the back of my mind. It doesn’t take long for my brain to be so busy with all the information my nerve endings are sending it that I become fully focused on the now—the past and the future become abstract concepts, and all that matters is Liam.

I ride Liam as hard as I can, willing my muscles to push past their exhaustion. Wanting to create the perfect storm in my body, I slide my hand down my stomach, and use two fingers to press down on my clit. Rubbing it while I rock my body against Liam’s, I feel the fury of pleasure building in me. I keep pushing myself, knowing that the breaking point is close.

Liam joins forces with me, his hands on my waist as he starts to thrust; I stop moving my hips, allowing him to do the heavy lifting, and just focus on my clit. All it takes is a couple of thrusts from Liam. I throw my head back and let out a mighty scream, the sound of my voice bouncing off the walls and coming back to me. My pussy clenches around his cock, squeezing his shaft tightly, and I feel the spasms of ecstasy crawling under my skin. When the muscles in my throat start complaining from all the screaming, I resort to a low growl, pleasure turning into sound.

"This was…" I start, leaning toward Liam and kissing him gently. "This was--"

"Just the start," he says, completing my sentence. With that, he starts to thrust again, my now sensitive pussy sending stabs of pleasure and pain all over my body. I don’t even have the time to take a deep breath, but that’s okay; the payoff is big enough for me to go without it.

"I like the sound of that," I say with a grin, slowly starting to sway my hips again. As my body recovers from the orgasm, I stop swaying and start jumping up and down his cock, his shaft piercing me violently. I go hard—as hard as can—trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

His hands are on my ass, his fingers spread wide as he raises his hands and lowers it back down. The sound of his hand hitting my ass echoes dryly through the room, and he does it again, hard enough to leave a mark. I moan each time his hands fall on my ass, the pain running up my spine as it turns into pleasure.

It doesn’t take long for that sinful energy to start building up in my muscles again, and I do exactly the same as before; I take two fingers and press them on my clit, rubbing it in fast anxious circles. Alongside that electric feeling I feel something else inside of me… A kind of tense pressure that urges me to go harder on my clit. And that’s exactly what I do, Liam smacking my ass once again as my cheeks bounce over his lap.

"That’s it…" Liam whispers, and even though my eyes are closed I can feel the grin he has on his lips. "Don’t stop now, baby. Go all the way," he urges me, almost as if he knows the kind of pressure that’s building inside of me.

When the pressure is almost too much, I hesitate, not knowing if I should go all the way, but then I remember his words, and all hesitancy goes out the window. Riding him hard and still rubbing my clit, I come with a cry of pleasure, my pussy squirting a translucent fluid.

"Oh, God," I moan, my fingers still moving fast over my clit as I squirt. This is insane; I can’t help but think as I look down, my fluids dripping down Liam’s waist. He doesn’t seem to mind though; his satisfied smile couldn’t be any wider even if he tried.

My muscles are still twitching when I roll to the side, completely collapsing on top of the mattress. Liam turns to me, runs his hand through my hair and lays a gentle kiss on my neck.

"Tired?" he asks me, the tone of his voice telling me that he already knows the answer to his question.

"Never," I respond, turning to him and kissing him. As we lock lips, he climbs on top of me, my legs parting so that he can fit his body between my thighs. He grabs both my ankles and lifts my legs up in the air, resting them over his shoulders as he leans into me. My body bends as he pushes on my legs with his shoulders, and he grabs his cock and places it right against my pussy; he leans even more, pressing his lips against mine as my legs support his weight.

"Good," he finally says. "Because I’m not tired at all." With that, he thrusts, his cock sliding easily inside of me; the position I’m in allows him to go deeper than before, the tip of his cock pressing against my depths and fanning the bright coals of desire that carpet my mind.

I let out a cry of pleasure and that spurs him into action - he starts to thrust immediately, moving his hips so fiercely that, even though my brain is sending the order down to my throat, I can’t stop screaming. My own fluids acting as lubricant, his cock slides in and out easily, Liam’s pace making me feel vulnerable to the jaws of ecstasy once again.

I open my mouth—I don’t know if to moan or to scream—but all that leaves my lips is a shy groan. My muscles are becoming taut again and, even though I’ve just came, I’m almost ready to do it again. Each thrust of his pushes me closer to it, and it’s only a matter of time till I burst again.

He keeps his body pressed against my legs, keeping them up in the air as he ravages me. The position I’m in makes it easier for his cock to reach my innermost spots, the hidden depths in me burning up. It’s so fucking easy to be consumed by ecstasy when I’m like this.

Dangling over the edge again, I close my eyes and surrender to the sweet embrace of pleasure. I come again, my body shivering as if I were running a fever; I’m bunching up the sheets, my fingers tugging at them harshly as my body convulses. He keeps fucking me through my orgasm, mercilessly using his cock to pound into me as waves of pleasure explode inside my head.

How many times have I already come since he pressed his body against mine? I have no idea, and I don’t care; with Liam, there’s no way I can keep a count. When you’re coming more than twice in a row, it just becomes meaningless.

Feeling my spasms coming to an end, Liam finally takes my legs out from his shoulders, and then pulls his cock out from my pussy. Kneeling between my thighs, he looks down at me.

"Come for me, Liam…" I start to say, the words leaving my mouth before I can think them through. "Stroke yourself and come over me…" Without needing further instructions, he curls his fingers around his cock and starts jerking himself, his hand moving furiously as his eyes take in the sight of my naked—and spent—body.

It doesn’t take him long; breathing hard through his gritted teeth, I notice his chiseled muscles bulging as they harden up, his whole body becoming as tense as a nocked arrow. His cock spasms slightly and I let out a moan of anticipation; not even a second after that, he starts to cum.

Spraying my pussy, stomach and tits with his cum, Liam lets out a loud groan of ecstasy, never letting go of his cock. A few strands of his salty seed hit me square in the face, but most of it falls across my chest, burying both my breasts in a river of semen. I lay back as he cums all over me, my hands going to my breasts; his cock still gushing, I start squeezing my tits, rubbing them and smearing his juices all over my naked skin. It just feels right to be covered in his seed, and so I keep rubbing it all over my body until his orgasm starts to recede.

When he finally stops, he doesn’t let go of his cock; he remains looking at me, cum dripping down his shaft and into his hand. I look into his eyes, smiling, and his lips curl upward in response.

"That was so good. So unbelievably good," I whisper, sitting up and feeling thick strands of cum sliding down my body. Locking eyes with Liam, I rub the open palm of my hand between my breasts, until it’s completely coated in cum, and then take it to my mouth. I don’t even blink or look away from him; using only my tongue, I lick my hand dry, allowing his flavor to dance inside my mouth.

"It was," he agrees, finally letting go of his cock and sitting next to me. "But you were right."

"I was?"

"Yes. I can see it in your eyes. Something’s missing." His lips turn into a serious line, and I can see him trying to escape Carter’s shadow, but failing to do so. It’s true; after the moment the three of us shared, things will never be the same. I know it; he knows it. I just wonder if Carter knows it.

"Something’s missing," I agree, leaning in and pressing my lips against his. "But we’re here now."

"We are. Just the two of us."

Just the two of us… How much better would it be if I could say something slightly different? Something like... Just the three of us. It sounds so much better, doesn’t it?