Page 42 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

She shifts against me without hesitation, her hand dipping under the big T-shirt she’s wearing. Her wiggling against me and the knowledge that she’s going to be bare from the waist down takes my cock from semi-hard to achingly hard in a second.

Ivy puts a tiny scrap of silk on my chest with a soft giggle a moment later. I crush it in my fist.

“Good girl,” I tell her thickly. I move my hand to cup her bare ass, pressing her against my hip. “Now lie on top of me so I can reach you.”

She immediately slides up and drapes herself over me.

She feels so fucking good. She’s light, but I can feel the press of her sweet body from her breasts against my chest to her stomach to where her pelvis nestles against my lower abdomen.

I take advantage of the position, the situation, hell everything Fate has put, literally, in my hands. I slide my hands from her waist to her ass, then down the backs of her thighs, pulling her legs wide so she’s straddling me.

She shivers and her breath escapes on a little moan, warm against my cheek. My hands feel huge on her body.

“Before we start, you can stop me atanypoint, okay?” I ask. “I mean that. This only goes as far as you want it to.”

She shimmies up a couple of inches and presses her lips to mine in a sweet, brief kiss. “I trust you, Ford,” she says against my lips. “And I want you.”

I squeeze her thighs. “I’ve been dreaming about this body for so fucking long, Ivy.” I run my hands up and down the backs of her thighs, my thumbs sliding over the curve of her ass, my fingertips tantalizingly close to the heat I can already feel between her legs.

Her arms are around my neck, her face against my throat. I can feel her hot breath and her sweet mouth against my skin. “Have you really?”

“You have no idea. You are a part of every dirty dream I’ve had since we met.”

“I like that,” she tells me.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.” She pauses. “Did you have dirty thoughts about me sometimes when Brad was around?”

I groan softly and run my hands up and down her thighs again. This time my fingertips brush over her pussy. Her little intake of air kicks me in the chest. “Yes.”

She shivers in my arms. “Tell me about one time.”

I slide my hands up to her lower back, under the shirt she’s wearing. Then I keep going up her back. “Let’s take this off. I want to feel you totally naked against me.”

There’s a low moan from the bed next to ours. I don’t know if Harrison and Liam are responding to one another or to the idea of Ivy getting naked over here. The idea of them listening in on what I’m doing to her gives me an unexpected jolt of heat.

“Okay,” she tells me, pushing up to sit, straddling my thighs. “But I want your shirt off, too.”

I start to pull my shirt up, but pause as she grasps the hem of her shirt and slides it up her body. I can’t see much in the dark, but I don’t want to miss even the shadow of the movements of her stripping for me.

The shirt slides over her head and she drops it next to the bed. I start to reach for her, but she covers her breasts. “Take your shirt off, Ford.”

“Grip me harder,” I hear Liam growl. “You know how I like it.”

Ivy wiggles her hips. I wonder if that’s in response to Liam. She’s not sitting high enough for her pussy to be where I really want it. She’s still straddling my thighs. So I whip my shirt off, then grip her waist and haul her up my body.

I’m still wearing shorts, but I settle her pussy against my rock hard cock, pressing up into her.

She moans. “Ford.”

I press a hand against her ass, grinding her against me. “They’re listening to us,” I tell her, low and husky. “They’re going to hear everything I say to you. Every sound you make.”

She moans again and grinds herself against me.

“It’s going to be such a fucking turn-on for them to hear me make you come, Ivy.” I rock her against my shaft, making sure her clit is getting pressure and friction. “Because you are going to let me make you come, aren’t you, princess? You’re going to let me make you feel so good.”

“Please.” It’s so soft it’s almost a sigh.

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