Xander wraps his big hands around my hips, joining me as he releases deep inside of me. I’m suspended in the moment, one man holding me gently yet possessively against him, staring almost lovingly into my eyes, while another fucks me wildly, my pussy gushing, soaking him with my release.
I’m pulled out of Darian’s embrace to lie flat against Xander’s chest. His big hands are in my hair and he’s claiming my mouth, his tongue sweeping through, leaving nothing untouched.
I whimper, and my cunt clenches as something cold drips over the crack of my ass. And then there is the slightest pressure as Darian circles his thumb over my asshole.
Xander slides his hands down my back until his gripping my ass, pulling the cheeks apart with each flex of his fingers. He continues to kiss me, distracting me until Darian applies a little more pressure, prodding against the tight ring of muscle. He slips his thumb inside, and I jerk, my body going taut.
“Relax, sweetheart. We’ll take care of you.”
Darian uses his other hand and slides it up my spine as he pops his thumb in and out of my virgin hole. “Do you trust me?”
I glance over my shoulder and meet his eye. He might be cold in comparison to Xander and Garrett, but there is genuine warmth reflected in his eyes.
Nodding my head, I press my lips together. “Yes, Sir.”
6
Carlisle / Ivy
“Kiss me,” Xander whispers in my ear, his breath hot and heavy against my neck. I turn back to focus on him as his cock slips from my soaked pussy. I mean, honestly, I had no idea I could get so wet.
Our kiss starts off gentle and quickly grows fevered, the intrusion at my asshole morphing from foreign to pleasurable. Without thinking, I arch my back, offering myself up to Darian, who growls his approval. He changes to a finger, sliding deeper with every stroke. And then he’s using two fingers—the generous amount of lube he used, making everything slick and smooth—sliding in and out of me in a lazy fashion. There’s nothing rushed or painful about his care of my body as he works to prime and stretch me for his cock, which is much longer and thicker than three of his fingers.
Then, to my surprise, he plunges his cock into my pussy, thrusting against me fast and hard as he keeps his fingers steady in my ass. The feel of him stretching me in both orifices causes me to gasp and moan interchangeably in Xander’s mouth.
Xander growls and bites the top of my breast when I toss my head back to cry out, and I know he’s left his mark. I wonder if they’ll cover me in their marks by the end of the night? Physical signs that they’ve owned me, claimed me, and fucked me—giving me a reason to stand naked in front of a mirror and stare for weeks to come.
I know they’ve already marked my heart, but the idea of wearing their marks physically gives me a small thrill, too. The idea those marks will someday fade crosses my mind, making me mourn something before I’ve lost it, but then Darian slips out of me, the head of his fat cock pressing against my ass, and I’m brought back to the here and now.
His palm is once again sliding up my spine and pressing me flat against Xander’s chest. He pushes the head in as Xander spreads me wide with his fingers, and sweat breaks out over my body. It’s the oddest sensation I’ve ever felt—a cross of pleasure and pain—well, not exactly pain, but discomfort. Part of me wants to expel him, push him away, and rid myself of the foreign intrusion. The other part wants to push back and bring myself to the pleasure I know is just out of reach.
Darian groans behind me, sucking in his breath to say, “Relax. This is going to feel really good.”
I take a deep breath and drop my face into Xander’s neck, willing my body to loosen up and accept what I so desperately want and have fantasized about for months. The more I coax my body to relax, the further Darian pushes in, satiating a burning need deep inside of me. Once he’s fully seated, he pumps his hips a little, dragging himself in and out a fraction of an inch at a time. It’s the perfect amount of friction, enough for me to feel overly full, and yet not so much to make me cry no more.
“Give her to me.” I don’t have time to register what he’s said before Xander’s sitting up and lifting me into Darian’s arms. I’m impaled on his cock, standing on my tiptoes with his arm wrapped around my waist, his mouth on my neck.
Xander latches onto my breast, sucking my nipple in between his teeth.
Garrett sits next to him, his cock hard and ready, pointing to me like a directional sign. He smiles, brushes my hair from my cheek and then leans forward, taking my other nipple into his mouth. His hand travels down my belly and slides between my folds, finding my clit easily, like two magnets coming together.
I’m so worked up, so sensitive, that I jerk in his hand as soon as he touches me, causing Darian to growl in my ear. “Straddle Garrett’s cock, Ivy.”
My men lift me like a doll and place my knees on the bed. Garrett lies back while he continues to circle my clit with his thumb, a sensual smirk that promises all kinds of wicked fun, sending my pussy pulsating in rhythm with my heart. “Does it feel good, baby?”
I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as Darian resumes gliding himself in and out of me at an unhurried pace. “It feels good, but also weird, and has me on edge like I can’t decide if I want to explode or not. I’m overwhelmed with feelings I can’t describe.”
“And that’s good?”
I see the concern on his face, which makes my heart swell. “It feels amazing. You all feel amazing.”
He kisses me with that restraint of his, a warring combination of love and possessiveness on his lips. “It’s about to get a lot fucking better.”
He reaches between our bodies and positions his cock at my entrance. Darian slides deep inside of me, filling me, and grips my hips to hold me in place.
With one smooth thrust of his hips, Garrett fills my cunt with his thick cock, and I’m stretched wide by the two of them. No one moves as I adjust, my inner walls trembling and on the verge of crashing down.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my eyes wide as I stare down at Garrett.