I happily comply, my skin sparking, my pelvis flooding.
Alistair gestures to Matt to do what he wishes with me while he strokes my back with a feather-light touch, sending shivers allover my already-trembling body. Matt takes my ass cheeks in his hands and starts with a slow but firm massage, watching my wet pussy and groaning in anticipation. I love the feel of his hands on my skin, of his eyes on my pink hole. Fuck.
Alistair’s hands circle my neck, squeezing gently and letting go. Then he smushes my face and fills my mouth with his fingers as he had done to Sarah, and I groan.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “You liked it when my hand was in Sarah’s mouth.”
I look into his eyes and nod.
“You like to be dominated,” he says.
I nod again, my eyes tearing up with the sensation of his hand inside my mouth like that. Then he returns to gentle pressure on my neck while he kisses me.
Matt is biting and licking my cheeks, his fingers circling my wet clit. I groan into Alistair’s mouth as Matt opens me up from behind and begins licking my labia, and then my asshole. Teasing, tantalizing. It feels so fucking good to have them both touching me, sucking me, probing me with their fingers and tongues. I never want it to stop.
Sarah, recovered, pads over to me on her hands and knees like a cat. Alistair guides her to lie with her legs open right in front of me. Her pussy is so swollen from the pounding she took from Matt, engorged and so fucking hot. I wish I were a man with a huge hard cock so I could fuck her some more; so I could drive myself into her and make her scream like she had when she came.
I gasp as Matt presses his thumb into my hole. He is still sucking my asshole and the combination is driving me crazy, especially with Sarah’s just-pounded pussy right in my face. Matt pushes two fingers inside me, deep and delicious, as I lower my open mouth to Sarah’s swollen clit. His tongue pushes up against my sphincter as I push my eager tongue right into Sarah’s hole. She moans with pleasure, a deep guttural sound that makes my pussy clench around Matt’s fingers. The tip of his tongue seeks to enter my asshole but I feel suddenly shy. It feels so intimate, and he is practically a stranger. Would Alistair like it, or would he not?
CHAPTER 6
Three-Finger Fucking
ALISTAIR
Watching Ivy would be the death of me. I feel like my cock is going to explode and I haven’t even had the opportunity to fuck her yet. I hold her hair back as she explores Sarah’s pussy with her lips and tongue, admiring her as she swirls and licks and sucks until Sarah is groaning beneath her, rolling her hips in rhythm to Ivy’s attention, which now includes three-finger fucking.
I thought Matt would be trying to enter Ivy by now but he is a patient man, drawing out the experience just as I like to do. I have surprised myself, too, by not feeling murderous toward him. Seeing Ivy in her element and being pleasured by someone she has real chemistry with is just too good to object to. At the same time, my desire is building fast, and I am going to need a release soon. I feel it moving up and down my spine.
Ivy lifts her face to me and I kiss her, tasting Sarah and a hint of Singapore Slammer.
“I want you to fuck her,” Ivy whispers, lips bee-stung and swollen.
I am surprised. “You sure?”
“Right here, right in front of me, while Matt takes me from behind. Is that okay?”
I hesitate. Is it okay? Will we regret it tomorrow? I’m not sure, but her breathlessness and obvious need bring more certainty. If there is fallout tomorrow or at another future date, I am sure we can weather the storm. Our connection is rock-solid; ocean-deep. I nod. “Yes.” I am sure—or at least, sure enough.
She turns to Matt and gives him the go-ahead. He nods and closes his eyes for a moment as if saying a little prayer, most likely thanking the gods for what he is about to receive.
I position myself behind Sarah, who arches back against me with a soft sound of anticipation. I look at Ivy over Sarah’s shoulder. She looks back at me with those extraordinary eyes—dark and complicated and certain—and what passes between us requires no words whatsoever.
Only you, I tell her silently. It is always only you.
I’m not sure I am man enough to share her.
I am about to find out.
CHAPTER 7
Absolute Bastard
IVY
I have officially lost my mind.
Not in the bad way. In the very best way.
