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“He’s got such a great cock, doesn’t he?” she said, kissing one of two scarlet cheeks on display. “Have you told him how great it is? Given it a good grade?”
“H-Hush,” Tess said again, face aflame. “He knows.”
“I think you really ought to makesurehe knows,” Avril said, reaching out to pinch one of Tess’s pert nipples. “So, tell him how great it feels when he fucks you. How nice it feels as he pumps his big cock inside of your needy cunt.”
Tess bit her lip, but the moans didn’t stop. Her eyes rushed away from Avril, but they landed on him. The lewd slapping sounds of their sex, the moans they both struggled to rein in, and Avril’s cooing—it was too much. Tess squeezed her eyes shut, body arching.
“I love your cock!” Tess hissed, tensing as her impending climax threatened to submerge her entirely. “You’ve gotten so good at fucking me exactly how I like! I’m, ahhh, ohhh, I’m cumming because of you, Liam!”
The woman of his dreams succumbed to bliss. Her mouth formed that ‘O’ again, but she hid it behind her wrist as she moaned into it. Shutting her eyes tightly, she writhed in pleasure, so much so that she missed out on Avril’s satisfied smirk. Liam didn’t. Nor did he miss as the sultry redhead looked up at him, then nodded.
He slammed into Tess a few more times, overwhelmed with joy well before his body couldn’t hold out any longer. A few final, powerful thrusts were all that was required, and then his cock began to pour its load deep into her, and pleasure gorged itself upon his body. It was a feeling he enjoyed long after the physical sensations ebbed. The prominent feelings of love and affection within him remained riled up long after he pulled his softlypulsing cock out of Tess. Long after the cleanup. Long after they gathered on the couch to all catch their breath.
He was not alone in emanating such emotions. Tess and Avril both wore contented smiles as he wrapped them in his arms and held them there with them, the threat of discovery be damned, for a long while.
“You two are amazing,” he told them, already dreading when they would slip from his arms, which they all knew they’d eventually need to do. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” Avril said, cheek lying on his shoulder.
“Per…haps another time,” Tess said, blushing fiercely as Avril immediately lifted her head. “When the occasion is fitting.”
“That works for me,” he said.
“I’ll see what I can concoct,” Avril said, leaning over and kissing Tess for the final time of the night—that he was aware of, anyway.
Because they had to go. And he had to stay. Tess gathered her clothes, and Avril kept an eye on the hallway. Quiet as they’d come, this time together, the two women bid him one final goodnight and then crept back the way they’d come. They made it there safely, and Liam watched until he could see them no longer. As far as they knew, they’d successfully pulled off their heist.
Too exhausted to consider that maybe, just maybe, anyone whohadwoken up during the louder parts of their threeway wouldn’t have been keen to stick their head out and catch them in the act, Liam’s head hit his pillow, and a dreamless slumber carried him off. After all, what dreams could ever hope to match his reality?
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Next Comes…
In the morning, neither Anna nor Victoria cast any strange or suspicious looks at him, Tess, or Avril. So, yawning because of how little sleep he’d gotten, Liam let himself believe that they’d gotten away with last night’s raucous fun. Avril joined him in those yawns. Conversely, Tess did far better at acting as though she’d gotten a full night’s sleep.
After breakfast, with Tess and Victoria wearing borrowed clothes, while he had just thrown on what he’d worn yesterday, Anna drove them back up to the clubhouse. There, they cleaned up after themselves for the next couple of hours. There, he and Victoria also found the time to exchange their numbers. Liam couldn’t help but grin gleefully as he stared at the newest contact in his phone. Victoria didn’t chastise him for that, either.
A little after noon, a truck arrived to collect what was left of the prize room. Thankfully, nothing looked to have been taken while they were away. After seeing everything loaded up, Avril paid the truck driver and let him be on his way to wherever all those expensive designer clothes and luxury items were headed. Thirty minutes later, they’d finished cleaning up and were ready to head their separate ways.
“Remember, remember, voting is open!” Avril shouted as he, Tess, and Victoria headed for their pre-warmed vehicles, hoisting the whiteboard, which she had, of course, brought with her overhead. “Votes can be changed for the next two months, people! Think about where you want us to all go!”
Liam would think about it, though not now. What he needed now was a shower and a nap. Letting Tess leave before him, he followed her out of Ashgrove Apartments, then never lost sight of her again. He pulled into his driveway just seconds after she pulled into hers.
She waved and called out to him after he stepped out of his car. “After you get your stuff inside, would you mind helping me carry in some of mine?”
Promising that he would, he made quick work of the laptops, the clothing, and other prizes he’d won last night. The Rolex still sat within its glass box, and he placed it on his nightstand. Pawing at the sleep in his eyes, he swapped his nicer shoes for a pair of tennis shoes before heading back outside. Wading through the snow, he reached Tess’s car when there really wasn’t anything left to transport other than her new espresso machine.
“Just that,” she said, holding a few outfits over her arm.
Battling a yawn to a standstill, Liam hefted the box the machine came in. The two of them headed into Tess’s home, and she directed him to put his charge on the nearest counter in her kitchen.
“You look exhausted,” she said, examining him with a soft curl of the lips.
“Yeah, I didn’t end up getting a whole lot of sleep last night,” he said, grinning but ultimately failing to hold back the next yawn that charged up his throat.
“Sounds like a nap would do you good.”
He agreed with a sleepy nod. “Yeah, if that’s okay. I, erm, know there are some plans with you and your dress we agreed on.”