Page 11 of Room Seventeen

He hisses, “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Darian digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and then smacks me, the loud clap reverberating off the walls. Or maybe that’s just in my head. He pulls out, and then glides back in slowly, and all three of us groan out loud. “Talk to us, Ivy. Tell us how you feel.”

I glance over my shoulder and lock eyes with him. His chocolaty brown orbs glow with a fire I’ve only seen on occasion, and maybe I’m projecting my own feelings on him, but they radiate with love and affection too. “I feel like I’ve never been more eager to be split in two in my life.”

He smiles and leans forward, placing a series of kisses along my spine. “Sounds like you’re ready.”

Garrett slides his fingers into my hair and swings my face back to him, kissing me deeply as both men take turns pulling in and out of me. I’m constantly full, overly stimulated, and gushing wet against their impressive cocks. He pulls my hair, bringing my head back so he can kiss my neck.

The mattress presses down beside us as Xander kneels next to me, our positions a mirror image of earlier.

Garrett murmurs in my ear. “Show Xander how amazing your mouth is, baby.”

I lift my eyes up and lick my lips, placing a wicked smile on my face. “Yes, Sir.”

Xander growls and cups the back of my head, guiding me forward. I take him in my mouth with an eager pull, sucking his cock deep. He’s cleaned up a little, but I can still taste myself on him, and I moan my desire to make him come hard.

I want nothing more right now than to make my men happy, giving them all the satisfaction I can provide with my body and my submission. I’d do anything for them in this moment, my next orgasm building as Darian, Garrett, and Xander quicken their paces, thrusting in and out of my mouth, ass, and pussy with more insistence, more desire, more need.

“Ah, fuck. Not yet, girl.” Garrett squeezes my waist as my cunt clamps down on him.

Darian smacks my ass again, hard, the sound filling the room. “Not until we say so, Ivy.”

I look up at Xander with pleading eyes. I don’t know how to hold off an orgasm. Hell, I barely can give myself one when I want to, but stopping the onslaught about to overrun my body? Not likely.

I try clenching my core, which has the opposite effect. I squeeze Darian and Garrett at the same time, and both men growl. Garrett fucks me from underneath, his hips coming up hard and relentless as he pushes me over the edge. Xander clenches his fist in my hair, fucking my mouth around my cries of ecstasy as my entire body shakes with my release. Darian groans, shooting a load of hot cum into my ass at the same time Garrett stills, his body rigid as he comes, too. We all hold still, except for Xander, who is chasing his own release between my lips, as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. Seconds later, Xander’s grunting his own release, shooting cum down my throat. I swallow him down as if on autopilot, my brain too scrambled to make active decisions.

He pulls himself free from my mouth, and I collapse onto Garrett’s chest, my bones jelly and my muscles liquid. I’ve never felt so fully relaxed and satiated, my only thought being: I hope this night never ends.

7

Xander

“Yes, Sir.”

Her words reverberate in my skull, and a need so primal it hurts grips my soul.

I never thought I’d hear those words from her lips, but to be fair, I never thought I’d get to touch her in this way either. Carli was a fantasy I believed would always be just out of my reach. And now we’re here, playing some stupid anonymous encounter fantasy, which rips away my ability to tell her how I feel.

For us to tell her how we feel because I know my partners feel the same way I do.

I’m crazy about her. I have been since the first week she started working for me, for us, and I found out she’s estranged from her family, who live many states away. We bonded over that little tidbit, considering I don’t have any family either outside of Garrett and Darian.

I come hard in Carli's perfect mouth, her body shuddering with the release my partners have given her. She collapses on Garrett's chest as soon as I pop my cock free from her red stained lips. I lean down and kiss her head, her cheek, and stroke her hair lovingly.

She's so fucking beautiful it actually hurts to see her and yet not actually see her. I hate this mask, but not as much as Darian, obviously, because that motherfucker has pissed me off a couple of times tonight. I understand why it bothers him, but that doesn’t mean he has to blow our one chance with her. As much as it will hurt to leave in the morning, I'd rather have this one night than nothing at all.

At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Monday morning should be interesting.

Darian slides out of her and walks to the bathroom. I hear the faucet come on and wait for him to come back into the room. He emerges with a washcloth and gently cleans her before Garrett rolls her to his side. I lie next to her and pull her into my arms, her back nestled against my chest, her head resting on my bicep.

Garrett faces her, and for a brief second our eyes meet. I know Garrett better than I know myself sometimes, and I know he’s dying to tell her what we know, and that we don’t need the mask, and now that we’ve shared what we’ve shared, there is no going back.

Wrapping my arm tight around her waist, I lean my head forward and press my lips against her neck. “How do you feel?”

She smiles, but keeps her eyes closed. “I feel like I’ve had an out-of-body experience, and it’s rendered me boneless.”

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