Page 253 of The Lies We Play

My whole body goes hot.

His eyes lift to mine from between her legs. “You heard her, feed our girl your cock.”

Liv watches me move, breath coming fast now, body trembling from Halston’s tongue. I shift up the bed, careful with my knees beside her shoulders, careful with her even though there is nothing careful about the way she looks at me.

I take myself in hand.

Her lips part.

“Tap me if it’s too much,” I say.

Her expression softens through the heat. “I know.”

“I need to hear it.”

That gets her.

Her hand comes to my thigh, not pushing, just holding. “I’ll tap.”

I brush my thumb over her lower lip.

She opens for me.

The first wet heat of her mouth makes my hand clench in her hair.

“Fuck, Liv.”

Her eyes stay on mine as she takes me in, slow and sweet and so earnest about it that pleasure folds into something almost painful. Halston licks her again, firmer now, and her moan vibrates around my cock.

I nearly lose it.

Not because of her mouth.

Because of her eyes.

Because Halston is between her legs and I am in her mouth, and somehow this doesn't feel like taking. It feels like being allowed into the most secret room in the world and finding both of them already there, waiting for me.

I stroke her hair back from her face.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “So good for us.”

Her eyelids flutter.

Halston’s hand tightens around her thigh.

I see what praise does to her. What being ours does to her. Not owned. Never small. Held. Chosen. Adored until she can’t outthink it.

Her mouth works over me, tentative at first, then surer as I guide her with a hand in her hair. I keep the pace slow. Let her learn me. Let her take what she wants while Halston takes her apart with his tongue.

The room fills with sound.

Her breath. My voice. Halston’s low groan against her. The wet, filthy proof of all three of us wanting at once.

Liv’s hips roll toward Halston.

He lifts his mouth just enough to speak against her.

“Beautiful,” he says.