The Virgin Next Door by Stasia Black

19

LIAM

Shite.Liam stared at Calla. This was bad. What the hell had he been thinking?

“Calla, I—” Liam started but then broke off. Because what could he really say while Mack’s cock was buried up his arse?

Her eyes were wide as saucers and she had a tall glass of lemonade in her hand. “I thought you might be thirsty, working up such a sweat,” she whispered, eyes flicking to Mack.

A heavy silence fell around them.

“After all the shit I said to you, you came back with fucking lemonade?” Mack’s voice was half-strangled.

Calla gulped and looked down.

“I’ll just go—” Calla started but Mack cut her off.

“You aren’t going anywhere. You’re gonna sit your ass down right here,” Mack pointed to a bench beside them, “and take off your overalls.”

Liam swung his head to glare at Mack over his shoulder. “Don’t you fecking talk to her like that.”

Mack’s nostrils flared. “So you’re the only one I can order around like my little bitch?”

Goddamned bastard. Liam didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t know why he’d spread himself when Mack asked. Not thinking had been the whole damn problem. When Mack had him pinned, so easily taking him down…

Jaysus. Liam’s cock just got harder and harder with every ounce of force Mack used to hold him to the floor. When Mack had pulled his jeans down, Liam’s cock went fucking stone.

He’d had the condom in his pocket in case things got hot and heavy with Calla again. How screwed up was it that it was now on another man’s cock—one that just happened to be buried in his arse?

And yeah, he’d been with men before, but was always the top. Every single time. Sometimes he used toys in his arse, sure—prostate stimulators were fucking magic if you knew how to use them.

But he’d never let anyone else in there. Ever.

He took power.

He didn’t give it.

So why today, of all fucking days? And why Mack, of all fucking people?

“Sit.” Mack looked back at Calla, jerking his head again at the bench.

Calla came forward and sat.

“Take off your overalls and finger yourself while you watch us fuck.”

Jaysus Christ, did he have to be such a crude bastard? Then again, maybe that was part of what was making Liam so hard. Liam had often been just as much of an arsehole with the people he screwed, back in the day. He didn’t know why it was so different with Calla. Maybe because he actually respected her?

Calla’s breath hitched, but the next second she undid the straps of her overalls.

“Take your shirt off.”

Liam could see her hands trembling as she reached down for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. She was wearing a sports bra that all but flattened her breasts. She covered herself awkwardly with her arms.

“You’re beautiful,” Liam encouraged but Mack just snapped, “Bra too.”

Mack pushed back into Liam’s arse as Calla’s bra came off. Liam let out a low hiss and his hand dropped to his own cock.

“See how bad he wants it?” Mack asked Calla. “He loves getting his ass fucked.” Mack gave Liam’s arse cheek a smack.

Liam glared over his shoulder at Mack, his hand still moving up and down his own shaft. “You’re fecking pushin’ it.”

Mack lazily sawed his cock in and out and oh Jaysus— He was hitting that spot just right and— Jaysus, Mary and Joseph that felt good.

Liam’s head tipped back, mouth slack. He jerked himself harder.

Calla’s quick gasps filled the barn and Liam glanced over at her. Her hand disappeared into the pool of denim at her waist and her back arched, thrusting her pale breasts out.

“Pinch those pink little nipples,” Mack ordered.

The hand not massaging herself pinched one nipple than the other. She obeyed each of Mack’s commands so eagerly. So it wasn’t only Liam that responded to Mack being a jackass.

And watching her at the same time Mack thrust in again. Liam worked his cock quicker than ever. “I’m gonna c—”

“Don’t you dare.” Mack’s hand came down hard on his arse. The stinging bite of it mixed with everything else he was feeling. Liam’s hand fisted around his cock, squeezing the tip roughly. Shite. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off.

Mack grunted with effort as he drove mercilessly into Liam. Liam watched Calla as Calla watched them.

She’d leaned over like she was trying to see the exact spot where Mack entered Liam. Shite. It was all good, so, so good.

“Hands and knees,” Mack said to Calla. “Crawl over to us.”

Liam clenched on Mack, angered and even more turned on by his every word. Calla blinked and then she dropped down to the ground. At least she still had the pants of the overalls on so her knees wouldn’t get dirty.

And then, shite. She actually crawled toward them, her breasts full and swinging as she came.

Mack reached for her when she got close, taking her arm and urging her up. Liam looked over his shoulder and watched as Mack kissed her hard. Never once did he lose his rhythm pounding away at Liam’s arse.

It was only when Liam said, “I want her too,” that Mack pulled back and pressed his forehead to Calla’s for the briefest moment. Then they stared at one another. Liam couldn’t read the emotion on their faces. Whatever it was, it was intense. Jealousy growled through his stomach. He wasn’t sure if it was for Calla or for Mack.

“Kiss him,” Mack said, eyes breaking from Calla’s only long enough to nod to Liam.

Calla leaned in and gave Mack another quick kiss before she dipped down to Liam. Liam twisted his head toward her and met her lips. They were warm and wet from where Mack had just kissed her. Liam’s tongue thrust inside. He wanted to claim her. To take her. To own her.

“Sit,” Liam said. “Here.” He gestured for her to sit close to him, right beside where he was on his hands and knees. “Touch me.”

He took the hand she’d been pleasuring herself with and dragged it underneath him to his cock. Her hand squeezed around him and he almost choked. He reached for her center.

“Jaysus, she’s wet,” he hissed before leaning over to kiss her again even as his forefinger slipped inside her.

She let out a quick moan before kissing him back. Her tongue danced inside his mouth, out to tease at his lips, then back in to tangle with his tongue again. It was like she wanted everything at once, she was so fecking eager.

There were no games with her. No façades. She was just beauty. Just sweetness. Innocent in spite of all the ways they wanted to debauch her. His thumb circled her clit and she gasped, eyes dropping closed as Liam worked her.

But suddenly that wasn’t enough. He hadn’t put his mouth on her since the first night. He didn’t just want to touch her. He wanted to taste her.

Mack leaned over his back and Liam’s eyes shot open. Jaysus, that angle. Mack’s cock brushed Liam’s prostate with every thrust.

Shite, he wanted to taste Calla before it was too late. He wanted to be buried in the scent of her when he lost it.

“Lay back,” Liam managed between gulping breaths. He moved his hand from Calla’s pussy to her hips to help urge her down in the direction he wanted. She crab-walked backwards a little bit and Liam tugged her overalls down, exposing her slick cunt.

Behind him, Mack put his hand on the back of Liam’s head and shoved him down into Calla. Liam didn’t have any qualms about taking this unspoken order. And just knowing Mack wanted the same thing, shite, it made it even hotter.

Liam licked up Calla’s center and then latched on her clit. He wasn’t wasting any time. He wanted her right on the edge with him. Liam leaned down to steady himself on one elbow, clutching her hip with one hand while he dropped the other back to his cock.

He glanced up Calla’s body and saw her eyes flicking up and down between Mack and Liam like she couldn’t decide who she wanted to look at.

What was on Mack’s face? Some superior smirk? Or was he as lost in pleasure as Liam and Calla?

And why did Liam want the second to be true so desperately?

Calla’s legs started shaking underneath Liam’s mouth. She was about to come. Liam could feel it. Taste it. He focused in on her clit, moving the tip of his tongue back and forth across her swollen bud.

Right as her legs stiffened and she started coming, Mack suddenly pulled out of Liam and with his hands on his hips, rolled Liam onto his back.

Calla let out a little whine at her denied orgasm.

“What the—” Liam started, but then Mack came forward, chest to chest, and shoved up his arse again.

Liam’s eyes shot open.

Holy fuck.

Mack’s cock had only been grazing his prostate before. But in this position, the head of Mack’s cock hit the nail square on the head.

“Up,” Mack growled and Liam blinked, trying to see through the haze of pleasure. Did he mean—

Calla got to her knees, then to her feet. Mack grabbed her hand and tugged her over to where he crouched on his knees, cock up Liam’s arse. Then he jerked her overalls all the way down.

“Step out.”

Calla stepped free of the pile of denim and then Mack’s hands were on her hips, positioning her so she straddled Liam’s body, her pussy right in Mack’s face. Her hands landed on Mack’s head as he dived in.

Son of a bitch wanted her pleasure for himself. Mack had stopped thrusting while he’d arranged Calla, but then he started up again.

And all the breath left Liam in a great whoosh because Jaysus fucking Christ— His spine lit and he grabbed his cock, jacking himself furiously while Mack thrust so that his cock hit the jackpot every single time.

“Oh God,” Calla cried and Liam felt like shouting along with her. It. Was. Hitting. So. Fucking. Hard.

Cum spurted all over Liam’s hand and he tugged himself even harder. Prostate orgasms were usually intense but this went beyond the—

He groaned in pleasure as he milked the last of his cum from his cock. He looked up at Calla’s soft round arse as she grabbed Mack’s shoulders and trembled against him, her whole body taut a long moment before relaxing.

Only then did Mack shove himself in and out of Liam’s ass more brutally than ever until finally he thrust in and stopped, then pulled out and pushed in again one last time. Liam clenched around him, imagining Mack’s cum filling the condom.

When Liam looked back again, he saw Mack had collapsed into Calla, his arms going around the back of her thighs in an embrace.

And in that moment, as Mack’s cock slipped from Liam’s backside, Liam felt horribly disconnected to both of them. Like he was just a prop in the Calla and Mack show. Useful to be, well, used, but not for anything else.

It was a position Liam had found himself in far too many times before. People had used him for his money all his life. Occasionally for his body and his money—or rather, they used his body as a means to get at his money.

He didn’t even know why he was being such a pussy about it. He’d just gotten laid. What the hell was there to complain about? Well, other than the hard-packed dirt of the floor underneath him and shite, his back was getting scratched to all hell by the hay scattered on the ground. So it was just another hard and dirty fuck. So what? He’d had plenty of those in his life. What was one more?

He crawled out from between Calla’s legs.

But before he got very far, she turned and dropped to his side. She wrapped her arms around Liam’s waist, her forehead to his chest. She clutched him hard.

She was warm. For a second, that was all he could think. Her skin was soft and so, so warm.

She wanted him. He was more than a prop to her.

And Mack?

Liam’s eyes flicked over to him.

Mack was jerking up his athletic shorts and stumbling away from them. Calla’s head turned until both of them were watching Mack. Waiting to see what he would do next.