by Lily Harlem
He sucked his lips in and pulled a breath through his nose. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed.
“Okay?” I repeated.
He swallowed and gave a small nod as the muscles in his shoulders and neck tightened.
“Good.”
I sank back down. I had to get to work. It wouldn’t be long before someone would need something from the linen cupboard.
I swirled my tongue around his glans and began to pump his shaft with my hands. Taking Quinn in my mouth for the first time was something I’d hoped to savor, take my time at, but this was an essential lesson in control, he had to trust me, he had to see us as equals even if I did like relinquishing my body to his mercy. He had to be able to do the same for me if I demanded it.
With my tongue I enveloped his shaft and then sank down toward the base. My fingers found his balls and I toyed with them, moving them around his soft sac. I pulled my mouth back, created a steady suction and then bobbed down again, sending my finger to rub at the thin ridge of skin between his testicles and his anus.
“Fuck, Ariane, your mouth is so hot,” he hissed above me. “And your naughty little fingers. Jeez.”
I didn’t answer. Instead I upped the pace, began to use my mouth like my pussy, riding onto him, squeezing and sucking, making love to him with my lips and my tongue. My hands were busy everywhere. More pre-cum seeped from his slit.
Suddenly his hands pressed over my ears again and his hips jerked forward. He sent his cock right down my throat. I gagged and pulled completely away, shoved at his hands and hips and rocked back on my heels.
He groaned and made a grab for me.
“No,” I said breathlessly. “Put your hands back on the shelves, Quinn, or I will not suck you off. I will walk out.”
“Ariane, please, we have to be quick, someone will come.”
“Yes, you will, but you have to let me do this, this is my show, now get your bloody fingers wrapped back around that wood or you’ll spend the rest of your working day with a hard-on from hell and no hope of relieving it.”
He muttered several curse words and then flattened his back against the door. His arms went outward, sacrificial, and once again he clung to the wood.
I didn’t waste time celebrating my victory. I moved forward, ignoring the hard floor on my bare kneecaps, and gobbled his cock into my mouth again. I stretched my jaw wide, so wide it hurt as I sank to the base. I felt the joints by my ears tug to the max and the corners of my mouth drew taut.
Quinn let out an appreciative moan. I added my hands, stroking his hardness and setting up a friction that had his body quaking and his legs trembling with the effort of standing up.
The pressure at the base of his cock mounted quickly, I could feel it beneath my fingers and around my lips. I swirled my tongue harder against his glans and pumped faster at his shaft. My clit was buzzing, my pussy humming, one touch and I, too, would have come just from feeling him about to.
I groaned around his cock and took his balls entirely into the palm of my hand and suddenly he was there. He exploded into my mouth. Shot after shot of cum hit the back of my throat and I drank it up hungrily. “Ah, yes, Jeez, yes…” he groaned hoarsely from above.
And then his knees gave way and he crumpled to the floor. I followed him down and didn’t let up. His long body bent over mine. My greedy mouth drained his cock as he folded over me. I sucked and fondled until he had nothing left to give, taking what I could from this man who’d quite possibly, for the first time ever, given over control and let someone else pleasure him at their command.
“Please, Ariane, no more.” His voice was guttural as he rested a hand on my back and forced himself to kneel upright.
He shivered as my lips moved up his shaft and he slipped from my mouth. I caught him in my hand. Though his cock was still surprisingly hard, I tucked it back into his scrubs and then straightened his top and stethoscope. “Did that feel good?” I asked, my own voice husky with desire and power.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” His breaths were still harsh as he reached out and touched the corner seam of my mouth. “How am I supposed to work now you’ve turned me to mush?”
“I’m sure you’ll recover in a minute or two.”
“Yeah, but every time I think about it this afternoon, I’m going to be getting hard.” He wiped his forearm over his perspiring brow.
I leaned forward and kissed him. It was a kiss full of possession. He was my man, I was his woman. We could drive each other wild and fulfill each other’s needs. “I like knowing I can make you fight your urge to control everything, Quinn,” I said. “You handing over power to me is a big turn-on.”
“It is?”
“You must understand that, you like to control me, look at the shower this morning. I could barely catch my breath, you were wild, insatiable.”
“Oh, I was fully sated.” He grinned but then looked worried. “Was it too much?”
“No, it was amazing.”
“You were satisfied, right?”
“Oh yes, totally.” I laughed and sighed at the same time, the memory of it made me feel warm and gooey deep inside.
He stood and hauled me into a tight embrace. “I’m already in love with you,” he said. “There’s no point denying it another second. You have my heart, Ariane, and you have my body and soul. But please, be careful with it, I beg you.”
He kissed me with such an aching sweetness to the light touch of his lips that I felt embraced by the knowledge that I had him as much as he had me.
Chapter Eight
“Hey,” I said, jumping from the plastic chair in the radiotherapy waiting area. “All done?”
“Yep,” Liam said as he strode toward me, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “What you been up to?”
“I went to see Quinn.”
“What, up on the ward?” Liam looked surprised as he halted directly before me.
“Yes, I couldn’t just sit here, thinking of scans and brains and…” I meshed my fingers beneath my chin. “And you in there…”
“Hey, it’s okay, done now.” He reached for my hand and tugged me to him. “Was he too busy to see you?”
“No, as a matter of fact he managed to give me several minutes of his time.” I couldn’t help a little smile. I could still taste him, still smell him on me.
Liam raised his brow and studied my face. “Ariane,” he said, “tell me you didn’t distract him.”
“Only a little.” I giggled. “Just for a few minutes in the linen cupboard.”
“Oh you are so bad.” He winked and then pressed a kiss to my cheek. “And so damn good all at the same time.”
*
Liam and I moped around the apartment. He couldn’t settle to work and I couldn’t settle to paint. We both kept looking at the phone on the hall table, waiting for Quinn to call with the scan results.
The balcony doors were wide open and a salty breeze blew through the living room and circulated around the hall and bedrooms, the day was warm and humid but up here we felt as if we had our own natural air-conditioning. Even so, I was still hot despite the short skirt and little vest top I was wearing, nerves and agitation were driving my temperature up.
At ten past four, the shrill ring of the phone echoed around the high ceilings. I was there first. It only rang twice before I snatched it up and pressed it to my ear.
“Quinn?” I said quickly.
“Ariane, hi.” Quinn’s deep voice flowed down the line. “You okay?”
“Yep.” I didn’t want to talk about me. “Fine.”
“I’ve just gone through the scan with a fine-tooth comb.” He paused and I thought I might actually physically burst with impatience. “Will you give Liam the good news for me?”
“Is it? Are you sure?” My heart fluttered against my sternum, my veins flooded with relief. I felt quite giddy.
“Yeah, perfectly clear, no shadows, no mets, nothing giving any cause for concern.” He pulled in a breath and I could imagin
e his face drawn tight with the day’s tension. “We’ll celebrate when I get in, okay? I won’t be long.”
“Yes, okay, I’ll tell him.”
The phone went dead.
I turned and saw Liam filling the living room doorframe. His face was creased, his arms held tense and his shoulders knotted by his ears.
“It’s okay,” I said, shaking my head and leaning back against the hard wood of the hall table, my knees had turned to fudge, my spine to dust.
“What do you mean okay?” The color drained from his face. “You say it like it’s a bad thing, like it will be okay once—”
“It’s okay,” I interrupted. “Quinn said it’s okay, fine, the scan is clear. You’re okay Liam, there’s nothing there, nothing to worry about.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure, well I’m not sure, but Quinn is, he’s just looked at it, went through it with a fine-tooth comb.” A smile curled my lips. “He said we’ll celebrate when he gets in. It’s okay, Liam, really, everything’s going to be all right.”
Liam’s eyes flashed. I didn’t know if it was relief, desire or desperation but he moved toward me, quick as a flash, ripping his t-shirt over his head as he moved. He pulled me sharply against his hot body and a fierce kiss hit down, hard. His tongue plundered into my mouth as he lifted me and plonked me on top of the hall table and then shoved between my bare legs.
The phone clattered to the floor along with a pile of mail and several pens. I grabbed his shoulders for balance. This wasn’t gentle Liam, this was Liam being consumed by something raw and powerful and I kissed him back as desperately as he kissed me, wanting to be part of him, wanting his touch, his real, alive, vibrant touch.
“I need you,” he said, his mouth sucking and nipping my neck as his hands fiddled and released his flies. “Now!” His breaths were frayed and urgent on my flesh, like whirlwinds blowing over me. He yanked at my skirt until it became a rucked belt around my waist. He pushed up farther against me, spreading my thighs wider with his hips.
I looked down at his engorged cock, primed and ready to shove into me. My nerves buzzed with excitement, I could barely catch my breath. Since I’d been in the cupboard with Quinn I’d been in need of release. I just hadn’t expected it to be so volatile, so explosive.
Liam stretched my purple thong aside with the tips of his fingers then rammed his penis deep inside me. I cried out in discomfort, I wasn’t wet enough, there wasn’t enough natural lube and his enormous cock scraped into my delicate flesh.
Liam cried out too. “Yes, oh fuck, yes.” His big hands clamped me at my waist, held me still as he pulled back and forged in again. I grunted uncontrollably as he forced the air from my lungs. I was sure he was nudging my cervix, butting it right up against my diaphragm.
His body was like stone, marble-hard, every last millimeter of it was like a Grecian statue. His face had contorted with the intensity of the fuck, his lips bared back and his eyes squeezed shut. And then he was pulsing, spurting his cum deep inside me. Two hard thrusts was all it had taken for him to release a ton of pent-up anxiety and desperation. Two hard, fast, furious thrusts that trapped me between him, the table and the wall.
A guttural groan churned up from his stomach. Deep vibrations like shockwaves devoured his body and juddered into mine.
And then he turned back into Liam, his face softened, his breathing hitched, and he shoved a hand through his hair to push it from his eyes. “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he said, blinking in the harsh daylight. “I don’t know what came over me, did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, baby.”
“No, no it’s fine.” I shifted my bum on the hard table.
“I did, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” His eyes sparkled with remorse. “Oh god, can you ever forgive me?” His forehead dropped on to mine.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Liam.” I caught his face in my hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You had a piece of overwhelming news, you came to me. I’m glad.”
“I was rough, I’m big and you’re so little, it’s just…” His eyes slipped to the side.
“Just what?” I tipped my head to follow his line of sight.
“You make me feel so alive.” He looked back up. “So here, so on this earth. I just had to be as near to you as possible at that precise moment in time.” He swallowed and pulled his cock from me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, really I didn’t.”
“I’m okay,” I said, adjusting my thong back into position. “I’m not made of glass, you know.”
“I know, but…” He helped me off the table and kept an arm around my waist. “But I can’t imagine not being with you, losing you, whether that means me dying or you leaving, either one. I can’t imagine it and it’s all happened so quickly it’s scaring me. I’m not good when things happen fast, like when the tumor came, one day I was great, surfing all day, partying all night, and the next day I was given a hospice bed and a few months to live. And you, you’re here now, you weren’t last week, but now you are and it’s changed everything again.”
“For the better I hope.”
“How can you even ask that?” His eyes creased in worry. “When you know how I feel about you?”
I sighed and pushed a long blond lock over his right ear. “It’s the same for me, too, Liam. Can you imagine how different this is to my life a week ago?”
He nodded, stepped back and zipped up his jeans. I wiggled my skirt hem down to my thighs.
“We’ve all gotten in so fast,” he said. “And I know Quinn feels as desperate about you as I do.” He rubbed his hand over his forehead and frowned. “I probably shouldn’t have said that, it’s between you and him.”
“Hey, hey.” I reached for his worrying fingertips. “I know how Quinn feels, he’s told me.” I quieted my voice. “And I’ve told him how I feel too.”
Liam’s penetrating blue eyes bored into mine. “You have?”
“Yes, it was the same as I told you last night,” I said, “in the bath.”
“You did? You do?”
“Yes, I’m in love with you both, Liam. I would never have thought it possible, but I am.” I pulled in a deep breath as the enormity of what had happened hit me. “You’ve both stolen my heart, for different reasons and in different ways, but I can’t imagine life without either of you. We are a threesome.” I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about our unconventional arrangement. “We are us. This works.”
Liam sighed, a great big sigh. “I knew from the first time I heard your voice you were perfect for us. Come on,” he said, wrapping his fingers with mine. “I want to make this up to you in the best way I know how.”
A pop of excitement burst in my stomach. I just wanted to be close to him, connected to him; it seemed he wanted the same from me too.
He led me into his bedroom and told me to wait, then disappeared back into the hallway. I wondered where he’d gone and thought about going to look for him when he suddenly returned with a laden tray, its contents covered with a thick black towel.
He gently removed my clothes, all the time his hooded eyes shining dark navy with desire. He urged my naked body onto the big, La-Z-Boy leather chair that sat in the corner of his room and then sat at my feet.
He lifted my hips and spread a towel beneath my bum. I watched, curious, as he produced a can of shaving foam from his tray. “I’d love to do this to you. Will you let me?” he asked, shaking the green can vigorously.
I heard the contents sloshing and wondered what on earth he was talking about. I tipped my head, a ghost of a smile played on my lips. “What do you mean?”
“This.” He upended the can and flooded my pubic hair with frothy, cold foam.
“Hey.” I caught in my breath and snapped forward. “What are you doing?”
He pressed a hand to my belly and eased me back against the cool leather. “I want to see you all pink and bare, shiny and soft.” He licked his lips. “Is that okay, Ariane? I think Quinn will approve too.”
I tu
gged at my bottom lip with my tooth. “Okay,” I said quietly. “If that’s what you want.”
“Oh yeah.” Liam grinned and urged my thighs farther apart. He stared down at my feminine flesh for such a long time I thought I might squirm under his scrutiny. Then he began to smooth the white cream over my mound and slide it around my outer pussy lips and his touch became all I could think about.
He shifted lower and closer, his face a picture of concentration as he worked the foam just where he wanted it. He tipped his head, studying his work.
A tremble snaked through my pelvis as he touched my intimate flesh so lightly. But he wasn’t touching me to turn me on, he was touching me because he was doing something, concentrating on a job, but for some reason that excited me all the more. The fact that my body had become his canvas was sending delicious, erotic energy pumping to my nerve endings and making my clit swell with need.
“There,” he said, wiping his fingers on the towel. He reached for an expensive-looking razor, sloshed it in a small bowl of water and then brought it toward me.
“Be careful,” I said, eyeing the glinting silver blade and tensing my thighs.
“Don’t you trust me?” He froze and looked up at me.
“Yes.” I swallowed. “But I would be stupid not to remind you to be careful with a razor near my most delicate bits.”
He smiled and rubbed his hand up my leg. “I promise to be careful. Your delicate bits are very precious to me too.”
I pulled in a breath and tipped my head back, forced my thighs to relax as he began to drag the razor over my longest pubic hairs. It tugged and scratched a little, but only whilst he removed the longest ones and then it became a slow, easy glide. I closed my eyes and let him do his work. He splashed the razor in the water several times, shifted on his heels and moved my thighs a fraction this way and then that as he set about removing every small, dark hair from between my legs.
