Page 8 of Room Seventeen

“You mean, oh Garrett.” He slows down, his eyes coming up to pin her with a command.

She’s panting, a bit dazed, and certainly confused as she forgets all about my cock and stares back at the man torturing her between her legs.

Xander chuckles as he rolls and tugs her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “You better say his name, sweetheart, or he’s not going to let you come.”

“You want to come, don’t you?” I chuckle, unfastening the buttons on my shirt.

She bobs her head up and down in desperation. “Yes, please.”

Then she looks Garrett in the eye. “Please, Garrett, make me come.”

“Good girl.” He smiles, leans forward to grab a fistful of her hair, and pulls her lips to his—kissing her with her juices covering his mouth. She moans against his lips, and my cock jumps at the thought of being inside of her.

Pulling her head back from his with her hair still wound tightly around his fingers, Garrett gives Xander a non-verbal cue before he lets go.

Xander pulls her back against him and shifts his hips so that she slides down his body a little, her hips tilted and pussy offered up for consumption.

Garrett pushes two fingers inside of her and groans, “Fuck me, you’re so fucking tight.” Then his mouth is on her again and within seconds she’s writhing in Xander’s lap, only this time chanting the right words that will grant her the first of many orgasms tonight.

“Oh, Garrett. Oh, Garrett. Oh!”

Ivy arches her back and throws her head into Xander’s chest. He takes the opportunity to seal his mouth over hers, swallowing her screams of ecstasy. She rides out her climax, thrusting her hips against Garrett’s mouth, grinding her ass against Xander’s cock—and I’m finally on the verge of losing my control.

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Carlisle / Ivy

I’ve never come so hard in my life. Nothing I’ve read or listened to, no porn I’ve ever seen, has gotten me half as worked up as being watched, touched, or desired by these three men.

And I want more.

Garrett pulls me down onto his lap and wraps his arms around my back, his hands in my hair, fusing his mouth to mine. It takes my breath away, and I taste myself all over his lips.

And it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.

“Pure fucking heaven,” Garrett whispers in my ear.

“Undress him, Ivy,” Darian says from behind us. I glance up and notice he has his shirt off, his pants unbuckled, and he’s kicking off his shoes.

Xander has also stood up and is in the process of undressing.

My gaze slides over to Garrett, and he nods, a devilish smirk playing upon his lips. I unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders, laying kisses over his muscular chest. He has a small tattoo over his heart, four interlocking hearts that double as a four-leaf clover. Three of the hearts/leaves are blank, but the fourth sits upright and looks most like a heart. It’s outlined in red and filled in with an ombré that fades to a light pink. I’m about to ask him the significance of the design when a strong arm wraps around my waist and hoists me against a wall of solid muscle.

Xander flips me to face him, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his naked body. He claims my lips in a punishing kiss and walks to the bedroom with me clinging to his massive form. He sits on the edge of the bed, his hard cock pressed against my sticky, wet pussy, and slides his hands into my hair. He makes a fist, pulling almost painfully, and stares at me as if he’s trying to see through the mask. “Are you sure this is what you want? Three men claiming, owning, and fucking every hole in your body, virgin or otherwise?”

I stare into his lust-filled hazel eyes, mesmerized by the specks of green that seem brighter than usual. I’m not sure how he does it, but his cock jumps up as if to slap my pussy, a smack to wake me up and remind me he’s waiting for my answer. It causes me to moan. “Yes, Sir.”

“Be sure, sweetheart, because while we’ll make sure you enjoy it, we aren’t the gentlest of men, and can be a bit much at times.”

I bite my lip, thinking about the multiple times in the office when they were definitely a lot to handle. I’d love to laugh and bring up any one of those times, picking on my man like I do when I’m in their office as their executive assistant. Instead, I bring my hands up to cup his face. “You won’t hurt me.”

“No, baby, we won’t,” Garrett says from beside us. He’s completely naked, his cock jutted out toward me as if it were a homing beacon and I’m home.

Xander’s hand relaxes in my hair, and he pulls my face forward, once again claiming my lips. He kisses me breathlessly, dragging his rough fingertips down my spine to cup my ass, spreading and pulling me tighter against him. He rocks his hips, his delicious length sliding between my folds and bumping against my clit. I look down, watching as he rocks himself against me, the head of his cock poking out between us like a turtle’s head, all wet and shiny with my arousal.

“Are you ready to ride his cock, baby?” Garrett grabs my face and turns me to him, claiming my lips with a restrained gentleness that I’ll forevermore attribute to him. I don't know why, but a wave of shyness comes over me, a hot blush hitting my cheeks. I look up into his expecting eyes, vibrant blue and mesmerizing like the man himself.

I glanced down again, my eyes skimming the wall of tattooed muscle on Xander’s chest, waiting for the head of his cock to poke through as he slides perfectly against my clit.

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