Page 43 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

“Oh, you’re going to have to get louder than that.” I slide her higher, bringing her breasts to my mouth. “How about I tell you about how much I’ve wanted to suck on these sweet tits ever since the dinner we had with you and Brad in Malibu?” I flick my tongue over one nipple and she gasps, pressing her pussy against my lower abs. She’s hot and wet. “You were wearing a cream-colored jumpsuit that tied behind your neck.” I move to her other breast and lick, then suck lightly. She moans. “It left your entire back bare and meant you couldn’t wear a bra.” I suck harder. “But you should have worn those little stick-on pads or something, because I could see your nipples through it.” I suck harder and longer. She’s gripping my shoulders and pressing closer. “They were hard most of the night, too. It was killing me.” I move to the other breast again, sucking hard, then giving her a little nip.

“Ford!”

“If you had been mine that night, I would have dragged you into the closest alcove, untied that top and done this until you came.” I lick and suck and bite as she grinds her hot, wet pussy against me.

I slide my hand down to cup her pussy, pressing the heel of my hand against her clit, giving her something firmer to press against.

She grinds harder.

“Yep, just like that,” I tell her. “I would have let you get off against my hand and gotten that expensive jumpsuit all stickyand wet.” I drag my mouth up her throat to her mouth. “Because you weren’t wearing panties that night either, were you?”

More groans from the next bed. Liam hadn’t been with us in Malibu, but Harrison had been there. There was no way he’d missed Ivy’s nipples in that jumpsuit. Though Brad had seemed to. He should have given her his jacket. That’s what I would have done if my girlfriend had been making every other guy in the place hard the way she was. But Brad was oblivious. He’d never appreciated Ivy the way she deserved.

But I appreciated her. So fucking much.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“I know. I studied every fucking inch of you that night.” I press against her clit. “Every night.” I circle my hand. “Every fucking time I was around you.”

She’s breathing hard when I pull her down for a deep kiss. I stroke her tongue with mine as I let her grind against my hand.

I pull back, looking up into her gorgeous face. Her hair is falling forward and her breaths are coming in hot, quick pants against my mouth.

“I went back to the hotel and jacked off in the shower thinking about you that night,” I tell her.

She moans.

“Of course, I did that every time I spent even five minutes with you.”

“Ford.”

“Fuck yes,” comes the muttered curse from Liam.

I feel Ivy’s rhythm picking up, so I pull my hand away.

“Ford,” she protests.

“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I just need my fingers inside this sweet pussy when you come. I need to feel that.”

“Jesus Christ.”

That’s Harrison and though their mattress is still squeaking and they’re breathing hard, I know they’re also listening in over here.

I’m a good friend. I decide to give them even more commentary.

“Your tits are perfect, Ivy,” I tell her. “Sweet and perky. Your nipples hard and so sensitive.” I give one another nip. “Now let me feel this perfect cunt.”

She hesitates for just a second. Then she asks, “How do you want me?”

Three men groan in unison.

I bring her head down and kiss her again. “That was the perfect answer,” I say against her lips.

I shift her back. “Like this. This way you’re filled up but that greedy clit can get what it needs too.”

She’s spread wide over my thighs again. Her clit is against my cock and I run my big hand over her ass, then down between her legs, sliding two fingers into her.

She moans. “Oh, God.”

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