Book of Love
Shiloh up near the pillows, propped up. She drew up her legs, touching herself almost idly. Liam’s mouth went dry just about the time Elijah tackled him and landed on top of him.
    “Oof.” His arms wrapped around Elijah, squeezed hard.
    “Mmm.” ’Lijah kissed him, lips pressed tight to his, bruising in their intensity.
    Oh, damn.
    He opened up, starving for this, for the kisses. Elijah rocked against him, cock sliding against his, and he moaned, the friction perfect.
    “Fuck, that’s pretty. Totally a turn-on.”
    They both paused to glance at Shiloh, and Liam grunted at the picture she presented. Her blonde hair was wild, free. Gorgeous and framed her curves perfectly. She licked her lips, watching, then waved a hand. “Give me my show, boys.”
    Oh, Goddess. Was she for real?
    He hoped so. He slammed up against Elijah, needing that heavy body, hands clenched in the long hair. He loved the heat, the smooth rub of their bodies together. The tip of Elijah’s cock rubbed his, the damp drops easing the way a tiny bit.
    Hot bastard.
    Beautiful hot bastard.
    They moved together, and Elijah reached between them to jack their cocks with one big hand. His thighs spread to give his balls more room.
    “Hot. Fuck, you’re hard.”
    “Want more.” Liam felt damn near stupid with desire.
    “Yeah.” Elijah rocked and humped until they were both panting. Then the man jerked him up, folding Liam’s knees back almost to his ears. That heavy cock pushed under his balls, against his crease. “Tell me I can.”
    “Go for it.”
    “Fuck, yes.” Elijah stared at Shiloh. “He has to have stuff.”
    “Where?”
    God, don’t make him think. “Ditty bag.”
    “I’m on it.” She slid off the bed, all silky skin and beautiful hair, her ass swinging.
    “Is this real, man? Honestly?”
    “So real. Fuck the book, man.” Elijah rubbed up on him again, hand on his hip, the other stroking his belly.
    “I’d rather fuck you. Or fuck me. I’m into it all.”
    Elijah laughed out loud. “I’ll pitch this time.”
    “Mmm. Here, boys.” Shiloh knelt on the bed and leaned against Elijah’s back.
    “He’s got a fine ass, doesn’t he?” Elijah asked, and Shiloh dragged her fingernails up along his skin.
    “Delectable.”
    Liam flushed with pleasure, his hips rocking. “Please.”
    Shiloh moaned, obviously aroused, needing. She slipped against Elijah’s hip, and he swore he could smell her delicious cunt.
    Elijah cursed, then opened the little tube of lube Shiloh had handed him, squirting out enough to coat his fingers. His lips opened, tongue flicking out as he vibrated with excitement. When Elijah touched his hole, fingers sliding in, Liam jerked, panting at the stretch.
    It was Shiloh who moaned, though. The sound was pure arousal, hot enough that Liam blushed. She was so damned sensual, so appreciative of what he wanted so badly.
    Elijah gave him a bright, feral grin, and opened him up even more, slicking him deep inside.
    Oh, fuck, that was fine. He stretched, one leg bending to make more room. Elijah hummed, pushing hard, letting him feel those fingers, finding the spot that made him shout.
    His hips bucked driving up, so tense, so needy. Fuck.
    “Gonna get inside you now, Liam.”
    “Now totally works for me, man.” He was a slut and a half and he didn’t care who knew it.
    “Good. Glove me up, Shiloh?” Elijah pulled back and tilted his hips up, cock slapping the flat belly.
    “I can do that.” She ripped the packet open, put the condom on Elijah’s dick, which made Liam lick his lips. So heavy, that cock.
    Elijah grinned. “You want it.”
    “I fucking do, man.” No shame.
    “You got it.” Elijah muscled up to his ass, and damned if Shiloh didn’t grab Elijah’s cock, guiding it into Liam.
    Hot little lady. He hissed, his body burning, stretching. Elijah felt huge, the press of that heavy cock inexorable. He moaned, biting back the grunts that tried to escape. Christ, he was going to

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