Page 15 of Room Seventeen

I lay Ivy on the bed and sit down beside her, my back pressed up against the headboard. Her eyes are closed, but she rolls into me, putting her head on my lap and clutching at my body as if I were a giant teddy bear.

A teddy bear, I am not.

This really should be Xander lying here holding her close, or Garrett stroking her hair, waiting for her to come back to me—to us—because this is the kind of memory that will break me come Monday morning.

9

Carlisle / Ivy

Iregain—well, not exactly consciousness because I never passed out, but awareness minutes or hours later. Even though I was awake, I wasn’t exactly present when my orgasm crashed over me either. It was like having an out-of-body experience—everything and nothing touching me at the same time—and when I came, my body let loose a pent-up orgasm that wracked my soul.

Lying with my head on Darian’s lap, I come to knowing warmth and tenderness under his touch. At my back is Garrett’s body, cocooning me with his body heat, his arm draped over my waist, hand cupping my breast. I open my eyes and see Xander sitting in a chair with his slacks on, watching me as my eyes regain focus. His expression betrays nothing until I smile, and then a softness I’ve seen a few times in the office takes over his features. A quick shared intimate moment when he lets down his defenses for me—only me.

Sighing, I tilt my head up and lock my gaze with Darian’s dark, chocolaty, brown eyes. He smiles and caresses my cheek. “How do you feel?”

“Thirsty.”

Xander leans forward and offers me a glass of water. Parched beyond belief, I gulp it down, spilling out of the corners of my mouth.

I dribble on Darian’s lap and he jumps, the cold water splashing against his semi-hard erection. “Careful, girl, or I’ll make you lick it up.”

Emboldened, I lick my lips and hand my empty glass back to Xander. “I can do that.”

“You’re not tired?” He raises his brow.

Garrett moves behind me, his hand curving over my hip and dipping between my legs. I can’t help it. I push my ass back, finding him hard and ready. How these men can get and stay hard like they do amazes me. I honestly didn’t know it was possible with mortal men. I thought it was only a trick of the porn industry or fantasies out of romance novels. “Strangely, no. I feel renewed. Reinvigorated.” And unbelievably horny.

Darian’s cock hardens and rises to my lip, as if I pushed the magic button. I take him deep, sucking him into my mouth as Garrett’s fingers circle my clit. It takes no time to get me worked up, my neurons firing at a thousand percent.

Strong fingers wrap around my hair, pulling me off Darian’s cock. “I guess you’re not tired.”

I’m panting, completely focused on pleasure—giving and receiving—all shyness and hesitation from earlier gone. I feel primal, like a caged lioness ready to pounce, and I’m starving for these men. My men. My everything. “I need you. All of you. Now.”

Darian and Xander exchange a knowing glance as Garrett rolls me to my back and kisses me. He’s moving down my body so fast that I don’t even have time to register it before his mouth is on my pussy, sucking my clit hard against his teeth. I cry out, arching my back, my orgasm coming quickly on his lips.

Reaching out, I find Darian on his knees next to my head, waiting. I grab hold of him firmly, and wrap my fingers around him tight, pumping hard as Garrett sits up and wipes my juices from his face.

“Fucking heaven,” he says and then crawls back up to lie beside me. He rolls me toward Darian so I’m on my side, and catches something Xander tosses in the air behind me. These guys move like a precision unit—one mind and singularly focused. Me.

Then cold, slick fingers slide down my ass crack and circle my asshole. The first digit of Garrett’s finger pops in and out of the tight muscle with more surety than before. I pull Darian to my mouth and continue to lick and suck as Garrett primes my ass for his cock.

Everything is moving faster this time, raw and animalistic, as if they are feeding on my need and feeling my desperate desire race through their veins. He lines his cock up with my asshole and pushes forward, pulling my thighs apart to grant him better access as he pops the head through the tight ring of muscle.

I whimper around Darian’s cock, and glance up as he gathers my hair in his fist. “Good girl. Keep sucking.”

I do, without hesitation. Inch by inch, Garrett pushes inside me, cursing as he does. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he hisses against my neck, pulling me on top of him once he’s deep inside of me.

Darian lines up at our heads and shoves his cock back in my mouth, using the angle of my tilted head to slide easily down my throat.

Xander comes up between my legs, pushing my thighs farther apart, which causes me to sink down even further onto Garrett’s cock, taking him in to the hilt. Then he thrusts his cock into my pulsating cunt, soaked with my arousal. I come immediately—sticky, silky liquid pouring out of me as both men thrust in and out at a fevered pace. No longer are they gentle as we become one, taking our pleasure from each other as quickly as we can.

Garrett cups my breasts, pinching and teasing my nipples as Xander grips my waist, his fingers digging into the fat rounding my hips. They continue to pump into me through my orgasm, in and out in a maddening rhythm that instantly takes me right back to the edge.

I’m going to come again, I realize. Twice, maybe three times in a row, something I didn’t believe possible—and I’m so greedy for it I want to scream.

Darian comes first, shooting cum down my throat. I gulp him down quickly, gasping for air when he pops free from my lips. He cups the back of my head and lifts up so my eyes lock onto Xander’s body and growls in my ear. “Look at you, Ivy. Look at us. See how fucking hot you are being fucked by us? I wish we had a mirror overhead so you could see what we see. We own you. Every part of you. Inside and out, you are ours—mind, body and spirit.”

His words, their meaning and intensity, cause the veins in Xander’s neck to bulge out as he releases inside of me with a roar. I come again as his cock jerks against my inner walls, my pussy clamping down and pulsing around him, which causes Garrett to come, jerking hard and thrusting his hips underneath me.

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