Chapter 237: Threesome 3 [+R18]
Elena didn’t move her leg.
Her heel stayed pressed right against the inside of Liam’s thigh, the black fabric of her skirt pushed up high enough to show the smooth, tanned skin of her quad.
She kept her eyes on Clara, her head tilting just a fraction of an inch.
The corner of her mouth twitched into that sharp, cold little smile that usually meant she was about to buy a competitor out of business.
"A joint venture," Elena said, her voice dropping into that smooth, low registry that made Liam’s stomach do a slow flip. "It’s been long I’ve had someone battle me for something, this is going to be fun."
Clara didn’t flinch.
She sat all the way up, her small hands flattening against the fabric of her yellow sundress.
The yellow cotton was wrinkly from where she had been lying on it, the hem riding up past her knees to show her pale, slender thighs.
Her cheeks were still flushed bright pink from the corner-store wine, but her blue eyes were wide, clear, and locked onto Liam like a laser.
"I’m not going home," Clara said, her voice a little high but completely steady. "And I’m not letting you just take him because you think you own everything in this city."
Liam sat right between them, the cheap glass of wine still heavy in his right hand.
The air in his tiny, one-room apartment had grown so thick he could barely get it past his teeth.
To his left was Clara, twenty-one, smelling like sweet vanilla perfume and cheap alcohol, her blonde hair messy from the couch cushion.
To his right was Elena, twenty-seven, smelling like expensive jasmine and amber, her dark green blazer slightly open to reveal the lace of her bra.
’The system really just tossed me into the deep end,’ Liam thought, his jaw tight as he looked back and forth between them. ’They aren’t even looking at each other anymore. They’re looking at me like I’m the last bottle of water on earth.’
Elena didn’t waste time talking.
She slid off the couch cushions, her knees hitting the thin, grey carpet of Liam’s living room floor with a soft thud. She didn’t look down.
She kept her eyes fixed on Liam’s face as her hands went to the hem of her dark green skirt, smoothing it out just enough so she could position herself between his knees.
Clara saw it and moved immediately. Instead of backing away, she slid closer across the couch fabric, her knees knocking against Liam’s hip.
She reached out, her small, trembling fingers catching Liam’s jaw, turning his face toward her before Elena could even touch him.
"Look at me, Liam," Clara whispered.
Then she leaned in and pressed her mouth against his.
Her lips were hot, wet, and tasted faintly of the sweet red wine they had been pouring all night.
She didn’t know how to kiss like a professional, but she was throwing her entire weight into it, her tongue darting past his teeth with a frantic, desperate energy that made Liam’s head spin.
Her small fingers dug into the skin of his neck, pulling him down toward her as if she could hold him there forever.
At the exact same moment, Elena’s hands found the belt of Liam’s trousers.
Her long, manicured fingers didn’t hesitate. She unbuckled the metal strap, the click sounding incredibly loud in the small room, and yanked the zipper down in one smooth, practiced motion.
She reached inside his cotton boxers, her palm warm and slightly rough against his skin, and wrapped her fingers around his length.
’Hhmm’, Liam let out a muffled groan straight into Clara’s mouth.
His member was already fully active, swollen to its absolute limit, the tip leaking a small drop of moisture that Elena immediately smeared over the head with her thumb.
Elena leaned forward, her boobs pressing hard against Liam’s shins as she opened her mouth wide.
She didn’t look at Clara anymore.
She just focused entirely on his dick right in front of her face, sliding her lips over the crown and sucking down hard.
"Mmmph," Liam growled against Clara’s lips, his hips giving a sudden, involuntary jerk upward.
The contrast was absolutely driving him insane.
At the top, Clara was kissing him like her life depended on it, her tongue swirling against his, her soft, smaller body leaning over him from the couch.
At the bottom, Elena was working with a cold, relentless precision, her tongue tracing the sensitive line on the underside of his dick before she pulled him all the way to the back of her throat.
’This is too intense,’ Liam thought, his hands gripping the back of the couch cushions so hard the fake leather groaned. ’My brain is going to melt. A rich heiress and a college girl fighting over my dick’
Elena kept up the pace, her head bobbing rhythmically between his thighs.
Every time she moved down, her boobs swung in their green silk casing, the soft weight of them brushing against Liam’s legs.
She was using her hand at the base, twisting her fingers in a tight, twisting motion while her mouth created a heavy, wet vacuum at the tip.
"Haaah... Clara..." Liam managed to choke out, breaking the kiss for a split second to catch his breath.
Clara didn’t let him breathe.
She followed his lips, her tongue licking at the corner of his mouth before she buried her face in his neck, biting gently at the skin right over his pulse point. "Don’t look at her, Liam. Don’t focus on her. I’m right here," she murmured, her boobs heaving as her small boobs pressed flat against his shirt.
Liam’s hips were moving on their own now.
He couldn’t stop them.
The heat in his groin was building into a massive, heavy coil, the pressure pushing right behind his teeth. Elena felt the change in his rhythm.
Her eyes flared with a sudden, dark hunger, and she went faster, her wet lips sealing tight around the base of his shaft as she took the full force of his sudden thrusts.
"I’m... I’m going to..." Liam warned, his voice cracking.
Elena didn’t pull back.
She gripped his thighs with both hands, her fingernails digging through his trousers, and sucked down with everything she had, her tongue flattening against the head of his cock.
Liam let out a loud, guttural roar that echoed off the thin walls of his kitchen counter. His back arched off the couch as he came, shooting a heavy, thick release straight down Elena’s throat.
He pulsed inside her mouth five, six times, his entire body shaking with the force of it.
Elena took every single drop.
Her throat swallowed steadily, her jaw locked around him until the last pulse subsided.
Clara watched from above, her blue eyes wide as she saw Elena clean him off with one last, slow swipe of her tongue.
A flash of pure jealousy crossed Clara’s face, her fingers tightening on Liam’s shoulder until her knuckles went white.
But then she looked up at Elena, her expression changing, her lips curving into a menacing, sharp little smile that said she wasn’t done yet.
Elena pulled back, wiping a thin line of spit from her chin with her thumb.
She looked up at Clara, her eyes heavy-lidded but completely unbothered, and swallowed the last of it with a deliberate, slow gulp.
Liam sat back against the cushions, his chest heaving as he tried to get his breath back.
His member was still semi-erect, glistening with saliva under the dim yellow ceiling light of his one-room apartment.
"Alright," Liam said, his voice dropping into a low command as he looked at both of them. "Go to the bed. Get yourselves ready."
Neither of them said a word.
The competitive silence was back, thick and heavy.
Elena stood up first, her long legs moving gracefully across the small space toward the double bed tucked into the corner of the room.
She didn’t look back as she reached behind her waist, unzipping the dark green dress in one motion.
The green silk pooled around her ankles on the floor, leaving her standing in just her black lace bra and a matching pair of thong underwear that cut deep into the rich, heavy curves of her ass.
Clara was right behind her.
She stood by the edge of the mattress, her fingers catching the straps of her yellow sundress. She yanked it upward over her head and tossed it onto Liam’s desk chair.
She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and as the yellow cotton cleared her face, her boobs bounced into view-bigger than Elena’s and perfectly round with bright, cherry-pink nipples that were already hard.
They both climbed onto the mattress, moving into a dodgy position right next to each other.
They were side-by-side, their knees tucked under their chests and their elbows planted firmly into the white sheets.
They didn’t look at each other.
They kept their heads turned away, their focus locked forward on the wall, but their backs were arched to the absolute limit.
Liam stood up from the couch and walked over to the edge of the bed, his trousers down around his ankles as he stepped completely out of them.
He stood right behind them, his eyes scanning the view in front of him.
Two pairs of heart-shaped cheeks were pointed directly at his face.
Elena’s ass was significantly bigger.
Her skin was a smooth, golden tan.
Clara’s ass was smaller, tighter, and pale as milk, her cheeks perfectly rounded and trembling slightly from the sheer tension of holding the position.
Liam climbed onto the mattress, his knees sinking into the soft foam between them.
The moment his weight shifted the bed, both women started talking at once, their voices overlapping in a frantic rush to claim his attention.
"Pick me first, Liam," Clara said, her voice high and breathless as she tilted her chin back to try and see him. "I’m younger than her. I’m much tighter, Liam, she’s probably had so many people in those expensive clubs. Choose me."
Elena let out a sharp, offended gasp, her back stiffening as her boobs pressed flat against the mattress below her. "You little brat," she hissed, her composed voice completely cracking. "Liam likes me better. He knows what a real woman feels like, not some college girl who still smells like cafeteria food. Put it in me, Liam."
"He likes my body more!" Clara shot back, her small fingers digging into the pillows as she shook her ass toward him. "Look at how perfect I am for you, Liam!"
"Shut up," Liam said, his voice cutting through their bickering like a knife.
He was completely sick of the chatter.
His groin was burning again, his shaft fully erect and throbbing against his stomach.
He didn’t want to listen to them argue about who was better.
He grabbed Elena’s wide hips with both of his large hands, his fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh of her waist, and shoved his dick straight into her pussy from behind.
"AAAAHH!"
Elena’s mouth flew open as a loud, piercing moan tore from her throat.
Her back buckled, her chest hitting the sheet with a heavy thud as Liam buried his entire length into her wetness in one hard stroke.
She was already incredibly slick from earlier, her pussy walls clamping down around his dick like a hot vise.
Liam didn’t give her time to adjust. He locked his grip on her hips and started pounding into her, his hips moving in a brutal, rapid rhythm.
*PAPAPAPA*
The sound of his groin slapping against her heavy, rounded cheeks filled the small one-room apartment, a loud, continuous rhythm that sounded like a deck of cards being shuffled at high speed.
Elena’s boobs were swinging wildly beneath her, the pale globes bouncing against the mattress with every single thrust he made.
"Mmmh... haaa... harder, Liam... oh god, yes..." Elena whimpered, her hands clawing at the headboard as she tried to hold herself steady against the force of his movements.
Clara watched from right next to her.
She popped her left cheek out slightly, her blue eyes narrowing as she watched the way Liam’s veins were standing out on his thighs while he drilled into Elena.
She didn’t look happy about being made to wait, her lips pouting into a tight line as she watched the sheer friction of the act.
Liam saw the look on Clara’s face. A wide, mischievous smile broke across his lips as he kept his pace inside Elena, his body slick with a light layer of sweat under the red light.
"Come here, Clara," Liam commanded, never slowing down his strokes.
Elena was moaning non-stop now, her voice a continuous, breathy chain of noises that filled the room. "Don’t stop... Liam, don’t you dare stop... h-ahhh... keep going..."
Clara didn’t hesitate.
She moved closer to Liam’s side, her knees dragging across the sheets until she was kneeling right next to his right thigh.
Her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps as she stared up at his chest.
Before she could even reach for him, Liam slid his right hand off Elena’s hip.
He reached around and slid his fingers right between Clara’s pale thighs, finding her wet pussy immediately.
She was already soaking wet, her underwear completely drenched from sitting there watching him work. He used his thumb to part her pussy folds and slid two fingers straight inside her.
"Haaah!"
Clara’s eyes snapped shut, her entire body twitching with pure pleasure as his fingers stretched her tight walls.
Liam started moving his hand calmly, sliding his fingers in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm that contrasted completely with the fast, brutal pounding he was still delivering to Elena.
"Mmmh... Liam... that feels... oh god..." Clara gasped, her small hands reaching out to grip his bare thigh for support.
Liam kept doing both of them at once.
His lower body was driving hard into Elena’s wide hips, the loud slapping sound of skin against skin filling the room while his right hand worked with a steady, torturous precision inside Clara’s tight, wet core.
*TATATATATATATATA.*
The bed was shaking violently now, the cheap wooden frame groaning against the wall of his apartment.
Elena’s moans were getting louder, her head shaking back and forth as her hair flew across her face.
"I’m... I’m about to... Liam, I’m coming!" Elena screamed, her internal muscles suddenly contracting around his shaft with a frantic, pulsing tightness.
She hit her climax hard.
Her body went completely limp, her elbows giving out as her face sank straight into the white pillow, her breath coming in tiny, high-pitched wheezes as her pussy walls squeezed his dick over and over again.
Liam gave her three more heavy thrusts before pulling out of her with a loud, wet pop.
Clara stopped kissing his thigh immediately.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes flashing with a triumphant, dark hunger as she saw Elena lying dazed and exhausted on the sheets next to her.
Clara’s lips stretched into a wide, confident smile.
"It’s my turn now," Clara whispered.
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