When Mali turned to me, her eyes glazed with lust. "Ana…" she whispered, her voice a little husky, "join us." I stepped closer, my hands reaching out to touch them. My fingers traced Liam's muscles, tense under my touch, then Mali's supple skin, her body trembling with anticipation. I leaned in, and my lips brushed against Liam's; he groaned, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer.
The alcove awaited us. Liam laid Mali on the bed, her body a feast for the eyes, and began to explore her. His hands and mouth rested on her chest, sucking her dark, already hardened nipples, then worshiping every inch of her skin. I stood back, watching, my own desire mounting as I saw the pleasure Liam was giving her. Mali's hands reached out to me, her fingers entwining with mine.
She pulled me closer, her lips seeking mine. I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining as Liam's hands touched my body, igniting a fire inside me. We took turns pleasuring each other, our bodies a tangle of limbs and desire. Liam's mouth on Mali's wet opening, his fingers inside, making her moan with pleasure. I took his massive member, stroking it slowly until it became stiffer.
Mali's tongue was teasing my clit, fingers curling and stroking deeply inside me. Liam looked at me, and I saw a question in his eyes. I knew him. When I nodded, I saw the corner of his mouth twitch, and a slow smile spread across his face. I handed him a small bottle of lube, watching as he coated his hard member, his eyes never leaving mine. Then Mali positioned herself on all fours.
Liam knelt behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks, his thick member ready for both entrances. I moved to the front, my fingers slipping inside her, feeling her wetness, her desire. I leaned in, my tongue replacing my fingers, licking and teasing her clit as Liam began to thrust inside her. She moaned loudly, her body writhed, then tensed briefly before relaxing, allowing him deeper.
We found a rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect sync as Liam thrust harder. Mali's loud moans filled the room, her hands gripping the sheets. When he changed focus, my tongue could feel through Mali's rectovaginal wall his thick, throbbing member pushing and sliding in and out. I felt Mali's jolts of pleasure, her climax building, her body tensing, and her breath coming in short gasps.
I redoubled my efforts, my tongue tickling her clit, my fingers slipping inside, curling and stroking. "Ahh, my God!" she gasped, her body arching as the unrelenting waves of pleasure hit her. I continued to lick and suck Mali; her nails were biting my skin, my own body aching with need. Liam groaned, his body tensed; he came, and his semen filled her, who cried out as she reached climax.
Finally they collapsed. As they caught their breath, they exchanged a glance with me. I moved up, positioning myself over Mali, my privates poised at her mouth. Mali's tongue licked and teased my clit, while mine worked on Liam's testes and the tip of his still stiffened member. As Liam held my head, I began to suck him slowly, then more vigorously, enjoying every inch of him in my mouth.
I took that throbbing flesh between my breasts and began to slide it between them at a steady pace. I knew he wouldn't last long now, but I wanted more. Mali under me with her tongue was driving me crazy. I pushed back and positioned my ass facing outward from the bed. "Lube me, Liam," I said, my voice firm. I felt his greasy fingers, and then his member slid into my ass, making me gasp.
We moved in sync, the room filled with the scent of sex and sweat, amplifying the pleasure until it exploded. "Damelo. Dale con todo. Fill me now!" I urged, my voice hoarse with need. After his last powerful thrust, I felt the intensity of the release. "Christ…" he muttered in the throes of orgasm. I climaxed too, my body tensing and shuddering, milking every last drop of his hot essence.
It was an intense moment; we collapsed together, three bodies slick with sweat and the residue of shattered control. Silence fell in the suite, punctuated only by heavy breathing. Liam withdrew, pulling the silk sheet over the three of us, transforming a professional encounter back into something intimate. I lay between them, my head on Mali's shoulder, my hand resting near Liam's thigh.
The rush was fading, leaving behind a complex web of emotions: relief, residual lust, and potent confusion. Mali's fingers played softly with my hair. She looked tired, but her eyes held a strange, assessing warmth. "He is… yang-la-iad," Mali said quietly in Thai, which means "thorough," knowing he wouldn't understand. I nodded, squeezing her hand. "I can say a vortex," I then whispered.
He sat up, lighting a cigar, the amber tip glowing in the dark suite. He looked at us, not with the detached air of a client, but with the satisfaction of a man who had finally achieved a long-sought objective. "I won't apologize for my methods," he said, blowing a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. "I never let go of things I value, and now, I understand the value of the partnership."
"You two are magnificent together. An absolute work of art," Liam said with provocative seriousness. Neither of us responded immediately. He wasn't just talking about the sex; he was staking a claim, placing himself into the fragile, newly restored dynamic Mali and I shared. Mali shifted, pulling me closer. "And we have always been a partnership, Mr. Hayes, with or without an audience…"
I looked at him. He wasn't just a client anymore, nor even a past lover. He was a ***** of nature who had bulldozed his way back into my life and now, into ours. He took a final drag from the cigar, then crushed it out in an ornate tray. "I understand," he said simply. "But The Gold Room is full of men offering temporary fantasies. I am different. I'm offering permanence… think about it."
Liam smirked, buttoning his jacket. "This doesn't have to be the last time," he said, leaving a thick stack of bills on the bedside table, more than enough for the night. The door clicked shut. I exhaled. "Hijo de puta…" I turned instantly to Mali, searching her face for fear or betrayal. "Are you alright, mi cielo?" I whispered, cradling her cheek. Mali smiled, a slow, knowing expression.
She traced the faint bruise Liam's grip had left on my collarbone. "He saw us, my love. And he didn't try to break what we have; he tried to join it." Liam was reckless, demanding, and now he knew exactly how good we were together. We lay there, nestled in the sheets he had paid for, with the possibility that our complicated reunion had just gained an infinitely more complicated third party.
"Come here," Mali said, pulling me close. "He's not like the others, is he? And what if?" A cold dread settled in my stomach. Liam hadn't just bought our night; he had bought the right to ask us to dance again: a dark and intricate tango for three. As I held Mali tight, I knew, with a certainty that now chilled me, that he would call again. And maybe, deep down, a dark part of us might answer.
The alcove awaited us. Liam laid Mali on the bed, her body a feast for the eyes, and began to explore her. His hands and mouth rested on her chest, sucking her dark, already hardened nipples, then worshiping every inch of her skin. I stood back, watching, my own desire mounting as I saw the pleasure Liam was giving her. Mali's hands reached out to me, her fingers entwining with mine.
She pulled me closer, her lips seeking mine. I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining as Liam's hands touched my body, igniting a fire inside me. We took turns pleasuring each other, our bodies a tangle of limbs and desire. Liam's mouth on Mali's wet opening, his fingers inside, making her moan with pleasure. I took his massive member, stroking it slowly until it became stiffer.
Mali's tongue was teasing my clit, fingers curling and stroking deeply inside me. Liam looked at me, and I saw a question in his eyes. I knew him. When I nodded, I saw the corner of his mouth twitch, and a slow smile spread across his face. I handed him a small bottle of lube, watching as he coated his hard member, his eyes never leaving mine. Then Mali positioned herself on all fours.
Liam knelt behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks, his thick member ready for both entrances. I moved to the front, my fingers slipping inside her, feeling her wetness, her desire. I leaned in, my tongue replacing my fingers, licking and teasing her clit as Liam began to thrust inside her. She moaned loudly, her body writhed, then tensed briefly before relaxing, allowing him deeper.
We found a rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect sync as Liam thrust harder. Mali's loud moans filled the room, her hands gripping the sheets. When he changed focus, my tongue could feel through Mali's rectovaginal wall his thick, throbbing member pushing and sliding in and out. I felt Mali's jolts of pleasure, her climax building, her body tensing, and her breath coming in short gasps.
I redoubled my efforts, my tongue tickling her clit, my fingers slipping inside, curling and stroking. "Ahh, my God!" she gasped, her body arching as the unrelenting waves of pleasure hit her. I continued to lick and suck Mali; her nails were biting my skin, my own body aching with need. Liam groaned, his body tensed; he came, and his semen filled her, who cried out as she reached climax.
Finally they collapsed. As they caught their breath, they exchanged a glance with me. I moved up, positioning myself over Mali, my privates poised at her mouth. Mali's tongue licked and teased my clit, while mine worked on Liam's testes and the tip of his still stiffened member. As Liam held my head, I began to suck him slowly, then more vigorously, enjoying every inch of him in my mouth.
I took that throbbing flesh between my breasts and began to slide it between them at a steady pace. I knew he wouldn't last long now, but I wanted more. Mali under me with her tongue was driving me crazy. I pushed back and positioned my ass facing outward from the bed. "Lube me, Liam," I said, my voice firm. I felt his greasy fingers, and then his member slid into my ass, making me gasp.
We moved in sync, the room filled with the scent of sex and sweat, amplifying the pleasure until it exploded. "Damelo. Dale con todo. Fill me now!" I urged, my voice hoarse with need. After his last powerful thrust, I felt the intensity of the release. "Christ…" he muttered in the throes of orgasm. I climaxed too, my body tensing and shuddering, milking every last drop of his hot essence.
It was an intense moment; we collapsed together, three bodies slick with sweat and the residue of shattered control. Silence fell in the suite, punctuated only by heavy breathing. Liam withdrew, pulling the silk sheet over the three of us, transforming a professional encounter back into something intimate. I lay between them, my head on Mali's shoulder, my hand resting near Liam's thigh.
The rush was fading, leaving behind a complex web of emotions: relief, residual lust, and potent confusion. Mali's fingers played softly with my hair. She looked tired, but her eyes held a strange, assessing warmth. "He is… yang-la-iad," Mali said quietly in Thai, which means "thorough," knowing he wouldn't understand. I nodded, squeezing her hand. "I can say a vortex," I then whispered.
He sat up, lighting a cigar, the amber tip glowing in the dark suite. He looked at us, not with the detached air of a client, but with the satisfaction of a man who had finally achieved a long-sought objective. "I won't apologize for my methods," he said, blowing a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. "I never let go of things I value, and now, I understand the value of the partnership."
"You two are magnificent together. An absolute work of art," Liam said with provocative seriousness. Neither of us responded immediately. He wasn't just talking about the sex; he was staking a claim, placing himself into the fragile, newly restored dynamic Mali and I shared. Mali shifted, pulling me closer. "And we have always been a partnership, Mr. Hayes, with or without an audience…"
I looked at him. He wasn't just a client anymore, nor even a past lover. He was a ***** of nature who had bulldozed his way back into my life and now, into ours. He took a final drag from the cigar, then crushed it out in an ornate tray. "I understand," he said simply. "But The Gold Room is full of men offering temporary fantasies. I am different. I'm offering permanence… think about it."
Liam smirked, buttoning his jacket. "This doesn't have to be the last time," he said, leaving a thick stack of bills on the bedside table, more than enough for the night. The door clicked shut. I exhaled. "Hijo de puta…" I turned instantly to Mali, searching her face for fear or betrayal. "Are you alright, mi cielo?" I whispered, cradling her cheek. Mali smiled, a slow, knowing expression.
She traced the faint bruise Liam's grip had left on my collarbone. "He saw us, my love. And he didn't try to break what we have; he tried to join it." Liam was reckless, demanding, and now he knew exactly how good we were together. We lay there, nestled in the sheets he had paid for, with the possibility that our complicated reunion had just gained an infinitely more complicated third party.
"Come here," Mali said, pulling me close. "He's not like the others, is he? And what if?" A cold dread settled in my stomach. Liam hadn't just bought our night; he had bought the right to ask us to dance again: a dark and intricate tango for three. As I held Mali tight, I knew, with a certainty that now chilled me, that he would call again. And maybe, deep down, a dark part of us might answer.
