Chapter 353: Unexpected Threesome

A heavy smell of jasmine oil, soft incense, and warm skin hung thick in Kelly’s quiet, dimly lit bedroom.

Liam lay face down on a thick, cushioned tatami mat laid out across the floor, his cheek pressed into a soft cotton towel.

His broad shoulders were glossy with lavender-scented massage oil, his back glistening under the low, warm glow of a bedside lamp.

Soft music hummed from a small speaker in the corner, a world away from the harsh, echoing slams of Elena’s private training gym.

Kelly’s hands—warm, slick, and surprisingly firm—slid up the deep channels of his spine, her thumbs digging into the tight knots between his shoulder blades with rhythmic, deliberate pressure.

"Is this pressure okay, Liam?" Kelly asked softly, her voice a soothing whisper right above him.

Liam let out a long, shuddering groan of pure, unadulterated relief, his forehead sinking deeper into the towel. "God... yes. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop."

He meant every single word. The past forty-eight hours had been an absolute, unrelenting nightmare.

Ever since Elena had laid out that Vance guy terrifying profile in her study, she had put Liam through a brutal crucible.

Elena had turned into a merciless drill sergeant, working him completely to the bone alongside Wraith.

It was sprint drills on frozen artificial turf, reaction tests with live weighted cables, spar after spar until his chest felt bruised from the inside out.

Worst of all, Elena had kept things strictly professional—no lingering touches, no quiet nights to melt away the agonizing tension built up in his muscles, keeping him completely on edge and exhausted.

When Liam had limped over to Kelly’s place earlier that evening just to collapse, Kelly had taken one look at his stiff, aching posture and immediately understood.

Without a word, she had pulled out the oil, dimmed the lights, rolled out the mat, and told him to strip down.

Liam lifted his head slightly, turning his cheek to look up at her.

Kelly was kneeling over his thighs, wearing nothing but a loosely tied silk robe that kept threatening to slip off her smooth shoulders.

He offered her a genuine smile, a wave of real happiness and raw relief washing over his face.

"You’re an absolute angel, Miss kelly," Liam murmured, his voice raspy. "Seriously. You noticed I was falling apart before I even said a word."

Kelly looked down at him, her dark, warm eyes melting with pure affection. "I always notice when my boy is hurting," she whispered, her lips curling into a playful grin. "At least, can you just tell me what this training is for though? That is making you so much stain on your body?"

Her hands slid down to his lower back, kneading the sore muscles right above his waist. Then, slowly, Kelly leaned her upper body down over his broad back.

Liam’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt the soft, warm weight of her breasts press directly against his bare skin.

She began to slowly glide her chest up and down his back, using the full, smooth volume of her breasts to massage his aching shoulder blades and spine.

The sensation of her soft skin frictioning over his oiled muscles was intense and comforting all at once. Liam let out a low hum, his hands gripping the edges of the tatami mat.

"Shh... just relax," Kelly purred in his ear, her soft breasts sliding down his spine again as she trailing light kisses across his shoulder. "Let me take all that tension out of you."

For ten uninterrupted minutes, she worked him like that—sliding her warm chest over his shoulders, her lips pressing soft kisses to the nape of his neck, her hands gently squeezing his thighs.

The brutal fatigue of his training melted away, replaced by a deep, throbbing warmth pooling between his legs.

Kelly sat back on her heels with a soft breath, her silk robe completely parted now, exposing her gorgeous, flushed body to the warm lamp light. She reached down, her slick fingers trailing teasingly over his lower hip.

"Alright, big guy," Kelly whispered, her voice dropping into a sultry tone. "Turn around. It’s time to massage the other side."

Liam didn’t hesitate.

He rolled over onto his back, his breath already coming in short, uneven rasps. His dark hair was messily disheveled, his broad chest rising and falling as he looked up at her.

Kelly leaned forward, straddling his legs.

Her eyes flicked down to the heavy bulge straining against his dark briefs, and a low chuckle escaped her throat.

Without a word, her slender, oiled fingers reached down, hooking under the elastic band of his briefs and pulling them down his thighs, letting his rock-hard shaft spring completely free into the warm air.

Liam groaned as her warm, slick palm wrapped directly around his shaft, her thumb sweeping over the crown, spreading the scented massage oil over his skin in long, agonizingly smooth strokes.

"Look at you," Kelly teased softly, her voice dripping with affection as she began to slowly stroke him up and down. "So hard for me... after all that training..."

Liam reached up, his large hands cupping her waist and pulling her body down to his face. "Kelly... come here," he growled playfully.

Kelly laughed, a breathy sound, and leaned directly over his mouth, lowering one of her heavy breasts right into his waiting lips.

Liam immediately took her wet, rosy nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue wildly around the tight peak before sucking her deep into his mouth.

Kelly let out a sharp, breathless gasp, her back arching as Liam pulled on her breast, his hands sliding around to squeeze her soft, bare hips, digging his fingers into her skin.

The room filled with the quiet, rhythmic sounds of slick skin sliding against slick skin—Liam eagerly sucking and biting at her plump breasts while Kelly stroked his throbbing shaft faster and faster, her thumb smearing the slick oil over his tip.

"Ah... fuck, Liam..." Kelly moaned, her head tossing back as he switched to her other breast, laving his hot tongue over the sensitive peak while his hands kneaded her hips, pulling her down hard against his thighs.

Her body was burning up, her center getting dripping wet against his leg.

Her stroke on his shaft grew messier, slicker, faster.

Liam’s hips bucked off the mat, thrusting up into her wet palm, his hands dragging her whole upper body down so he could kiss her deeply—a messy, open-mouthed, oil-slicked kiss filled with low grunts and soft whimpers.

Kelly broke the kiss, gasping for air, her face flushed red, her eyes heavy-lidded and absolutely wrecked with desire.

She looked down at his thick, pulsing shaft, then up into his dark, hungry green eyes.

"Liam... I can’t take it anymore," Kelly whispered, her hand sliding off his cock to guide his broad head directly against her slick, swollen entrance. "I need you inside me right now. Fuck me... please, Liam..."

Liam’s jaw set, a dark smirk breaking across his face.

He didn’t make her wait.

Gripping her hips with relentless strength, Liam lifted her slightly and drove himself straight up into her in one deep, smooth, relentless thrust.

"OH! FUCK!" Kelly cried out, her back arching wildly, her nails digging deep into his broad, oiled shoulders as his massive width completely filled her up to the hilt.

Liam let out a deep, guttural growl, his eyes locking onto hers as he began to drive his hips up into her from the floor.

The angle was insanely deep, every upward slam hitting her sensitive spot with precision force.

*SLAP. SLAP. SLAP*

The sound of their slick, oiled bodies slamming together echoed wetly through the quiet bedroom.

*Tatatatatata*

Kelly rode him frantically, setting a fast, wild pace, her heavy breasts bouncing delightfully in front of his face.

Liam reached up, grabbing both of her full breasts, squeezing them tight as he met every single one of her downward drops with a brutal, lifting thrust of his own.

"You like this better than training, huh?!" Kelly giggled, a breathless laugh escaping her lips as Liam drove deep into her again, making her eyes roll back. "Mmm! You... fuck... you dirty boy!"

"You’re a bad influence, Kelly," Liam grunted, a grin spreading across his face as he flipped her smoothly onto her back on the thick mat, taking total control. He pinned her soft thighs high against his ribs and began to pound into her with long, powerful, filthy strokes.

Kelly shrieked with pure delight, her head thrashing on the pillow, her hands gripping the sheets as Liam ruthlessly impaled her over and over.

She was so wet, every thrust made a loud, squelching sound that only made them both move faster, hotter, nastier.

"Harder, Liam! Fuck me harder!" Kelly begged, her voice cracking with pleasure, her inner walls clamping down hard around his thick shaft. "Fill me up! I’m all yours!"

Liam growled, his muscles flexed, sweat and massage oil dripping from his chest onto her smooth stomach as he slammed into her with everything he had, driving her closer and closer to a shattering peak.

He quickened his pace, the raw physical release washing out every last drop of exhaustion from his brutal training sessions.

Kelly wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, whimpering his name over and over as she neared the edge.

Then—

*DING. DONG*

The sharp, polite chime of the doorbell rang softly through the apartment, immediately cutting through the heavy haze in the room.

Liam froze mid-thrust, deeply embedded inside Kelly’s hot, tight center.

Kelly’s eyes snapped wide open, her hands freezing on his shoulders, her breath catching entirely in her throat.

The room went dead quiet, save for the soft hum of the speaker and their ragged, heavy breathing.

*DING. DONG*

A second precise, quiet chime followed.

Kelly let out a soft, nervous breath, gently pulling herself off him. "Stay here," she whispered, quickly pulling her silk robe back over her shoulders and knotting the belt securely around her waist as she stepped out of the bedroom.

Liam sat up on the mat, pulling his briefs back up over his hips, his jaw tight as he listened intently to the front entryway.

He heard the faint click of the front door opening, followed by soft, indistinct murmurs echoing down the hallway.

Kelly’s voice was hushed, almost hesitant, while a second voice answered in measured, poised tones.

A moment later, the door swung open smoothly.

Kelly stepped back into the room, her expression a mix of quiet shock and unease, gesturing for her guest to enter.

Liam’s breath hitched in his chest.

Stepping fluidly past Kelly into the dim, scent-filled bedroom was Elena.

She stood there immaculate in a sharp, dark tailored coat, her posture perfect, her eyes sweeping over the massage oil, the mat, and Liam’s bare chest with an unreadable, ice-cold composure that chilled the entire room.