But before he can do anything, Ivy takes matters into her own hands and lifts her dress off over her head and tosses it to the side.
“You’re not going to bicker with everyone,” she tells me sternly. But she ruins the force of it by smiling at me, wearing just her bra and panties.
All that bronze skin and tight curves has me running my hands all over her, easing her panties down to expose her pussy to me. I can never get enough of seeing Ivy naked.
“I’m not bickering, Ford is.” I push her panties past her hips and down to her knees.
“I’m about tobickerbig time,” Harrison says from behind me. “William, you suck at this. Let Ford take over.”
His insults don’t bother or fluster me. It only ramps up the lust I feel for him. I can’t help it—the way he baits me constantly is so fucking hot, for whatever messed up reason. We’re definitely the fight and fuck types when we’re together.
“You’re good just watching, right?” I ask him.
“I can watch all fucking night.”
A glance back does show Harrison looks content to just lie there, but I know half of that is because he wants Ford to get his time with Ivy, and half of it is because I got under his skin with the comment about delayed gratification.
He wants to prove to me he can wait, even with a rock solid dick and tight balls.
Tense need is coiled up inside me, this crazy, unexpected concoction of lust for HarrisonandIvy. I want my girlfriend to be well fucked by this man she is deeply attracted to, yet I also want to exert my alpha dominance over Ford, which is not the right approach.
I can’t fuck this up so that she feels weird or doesn’t have a great time. She won’t be able to get him out of her system if Idon’t give him equal playing time, nor will we be able to do this again if I make any of the three of them uncomfortable.
Hell, I’ve never done this before. I’ve had several menages with a man and a woman, and once with two guys, but never when there was this much emotionally on the line.
Not with the woman I love. Not withIvy, who deserves everything she wants and more, especially after what Brad did to her.
And not with Harrison, who, even when he’s poking at me, makes me feel lighter, brighter. More alive.
There’s one shot to get this right. So even as I’m brushing my thumbs over Ivy’s soft folds, I swallow hard and tell Ford, “Ivy’s center stage. That’s all that matters to me. I don’t need to be in charge.”
Ford has been running his hands over her back, down over the curve of her ass while I tease at her tight clit. Her eyes have drifted closed and she’s starting to lightly rock her hips forward into my touch.
She’s in charge.
That’s the message here, whether she means to be giving it or not.
“Ivy’s center stage,” he says. “I one hundred percent fucking agree. So tell us, pretty girl, would you like it if I finger fuck you while Liam sucks your nipples?”
“Yes, I would definitely like that,” she breathes.
Ford looks to me and understanding passes between us.
We’re in this together. For her.
I drop my hand away from her clit and she gives a sigh of disappointment.
But then I reach around her back to undo her bra at the same time Ford slides his palm across her hip and eases his finger into her pussy. Ivy moans and digs her nails into my bare shoulders.Hearing her pleasure at Ford’s touch as I slide the straps of her bra down her arms has my mouth hot with need.
God, she’s so sexy and uninhibited. She’s arching her ass backward and leaning forward so that her nipples are at the perfect position for me to draw one of the tight buds between my lips and suck lightly.
“She’s so wet, boys,” Ford says. “Very, very ready already.”
“Have you been thinking about this all day, Ivy?” Harrison drawls from behind me. “Picturing yourself the perfect sexy little sandwich between two hot guys?”
“Yes,” she murmurs, as I continue to lick and suck and tease at first one nipple, then the other. “This feels so good.”
Her voice catches at the end of her sentence and I look up to see her eyes are wide. She’s watching Harrison. When I glance back, I see he’s roughly stroking his cock.