Page 161 of Ink Me Three Times
Freddie watches from the edge of the bed, still shirtless, still wrecked from eating me like he was starving. There’s a flush across his chest, his jaw tight with restraint.
“You love this,” he says, almost talking to himself. “All tied up for us. Dripping already.”
I whimper, arching my back, aching for contact. “Please…”
Timothy leans over me, mouth grazing my ear. “Tell us what you want, sweetheart. Use your words.”
“Touch me. Fuck me. I don’t care who goes first, just, please.”
Mitchell growls, positioning himself between my legs. “You will care. You’re going to take us all, just like this. Helpless. Spread. Owned.”
His cock pushes inside slow. A stretch that makes my toes curl. I’m soaked, pulsing, still oversensitive from Freddie’s mouth, and the belt around my wrists only heightens the ache.
“Please, yes,” I gasp, hips straining against the bed.
Mitchell sets a brutal pace, fucking into me with hard, possessive strokes that make the headboard slam into the wall. He’s rougher now. Meaner. One hand closes around my throat, not choking, just holding, making everything sharper. Brighter.
Freddie cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my lip. “Open.”
I do.
He slides into my mouth, thick and hot, his voice breaking on a curse. “Fuck, Ivy.”
His hand tightens in my hair as I suck him slow and deep, every inch of him, every pulse. The angle’s tight, Mitchell still fucking me deep, Timothy pressed behind me, hands steady on my hips.
And then Timothy slides inside my rear with the slick, thick heat of his cock.
My scream is muffled around Freddie as Timothy sinks in.
“Feel that?” he growls. “So full. So fucking tight. You were made for this.”
Mitchell holds my thighs apart. Freddie fucks my mouth with careful control, eyes blazing. Timothy drives into me from behind with deep, devastating thrusts.
I’m nothing but sensation.
Every inch of me is owned, filled, held, claimed.
I’m wrecked.
I’m worshipped.
And when I come again, I swear I black out for a second.
The orgasm crashes over me in a damn tidal wave, violent, raw, endless. I shake, sobbing around Freddie’s cock as my body clenches hard around Timothy, around everything.
Mitchell’s hand is on my thigh, gripping tight, his voice ragged. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of us.”
He pulls out with a groan, fisting himself over my belly. I barely register the hot splash of his release before Timothygrowls and slams in one last time, spilling deep with a hoarse curse.
Freddie’s the last, his hips jerking, fingers tightening in my hair as he comes in my mouth, gasping my name as a prayer.
When it’s over, I collapse into the sheets, wrists still bound, lips swollen, body shaking and spent.
They take care of me after, slow and sweet.
Mitchell unties my wrists and kisses each one. Timothy wipes me clean with warm water, murmuring soft praise. Freddie gathers me into his arms and lets me curl against his chest, his hand stroking my back until my breathing slows.
I lie there in the center of them, raw, flushed, marked and absolutely, completely claimed.
