“There,” he says, pleased, and pushes two fingers inside me.
Oh my god.
He curls them up immediately, pressing against my G-spot, and I grip the sheets so hard my knuckles ache. He works that spot, firm and rhythmic, pressing and releasing while his thumb keeps moving on my clit, and Sarah's voice is goingyes fuck yes I love this I love thisand Alistair's breathing has changed and the room is nothing but heat and sound and I am back at the edge.
Matt feels it. He slows.
I grab his wrist and he looks at me. A question in his face.
I look across at Alistair. Still moving, jaw tight, eyes dark, the look he gets when he has already decided something and is just waiting for me to catch up. His chin drops. One inch.
Yes.
Matt nods back. Slowly, he takes his fingers out of me. Before I can complain he shifts his weight and I feel him there, the heat of him, right there.
He pushes into me slow, his thick cock touching everywhere that craves it. Stretching me wide like Alistair did to me on his office desk. I’ve waited so long and it’s so fucking good.
Matt’s expression is exulted, like he’s worked his whole life for this exact moment. He takes a second to close his eyes and raise his face to the ceiling, then pushes in deeper.
“Fuck,” I say. “Fuck-fuck-fuck!” It’s almost a scream.
I can’t help it. I come before he is fully inside.
It smashes into me. It dismantles me. I grab his arms and hold on because I need something to keep me from flying into space. The orgasm is still going and Matt grunts in pleasure as my muscles contract around his girth.
He pushes past my muscles, all the way in. It’s so intense, I almost yell. Then pulls back and drives forward again, hard, and the sensation of him filling me completely while I am still in the middle of coming is just so fucking good. I feel every inch of him, the stretch, the fullness, the specific pressure of him going deep on every stroke, and my body keeps clamping around him rhythmically. He keeps moving, giving me nothing to recover on.
He shifts his angle, tilting his hips, changing where he’s hitting, and finds something that makes the orgasm crest again when it should be ebbing, a second eclipsing the first.
I need him to go harder. He knows this without me telling him. The headboard hits the wall. His hands grip my hips and pull me onto him and the wet slap of his hips against me and the sound of the room and Sarah's voice from across the bed—yes, God, yes, don't stop, don't you dare—all of it pouring into me while he fucks me through it and through it and won't stop.
Alistair's hand tightens around mine, grounding me, comforting me because it’s all so good and all-encompassing that I’m sobbing.
CHAPTER 37
Lean Back
ALISTAIR
I finally let go of Ivy’s hand. I have to because I need to be inside her right now.
Matt pulls back and I move in immediately. I get my hands on Ivy's hips and push into her. The wet tight heat of her around me is so sudden and so total I gasp. The sound she makes drives me crazy. I stop with my face against her temple and breathe.
Has she ever been this swollen? I stay still inside her for one second and feel her pulse around me and then I move.
I fuck her hard from the first stroke.
I feel everything. The drag of her walls around me as I pull back, the way she opens and swallows me on the push forward. She cries out on the first stroke and the second and by the third she has stopped trying to manage the sounds at all and what comes out of her is continuous and raw and goes straight to the base of my spine.
She pulls me deeper. I get my hand between us, against her clit. I keep thrusting and stroke faster.
Her thighs are shaking. Her nails are in my back. I can feel exactly how close she is. The way she is tightening around me rhythmically, the way her hips have taken on their own desperate movement, chasing the pressure, chasing the depth. I give her more of both.
She comes again with a feral sound that fills the room. Her whole body clamps, her pussy gripping me so hard I go still with my jaw locked and sweat on my face, pressing into her, not moving, just feeling the force of it move through her while she shakes.
I wait until the last wave passes, then I keep fucking her. She is nodding, she’s had too much but she can take more. Her moans are sobs.
Sarah appears at the edge of the bed.
