Page 9 of Room Seventeen

I nod, feeling the pressure of having three men’s attentions focused solely on me, and joke, “I had no idea you were so heavily tattooed.”

“Why would you?” Darian says at my back. “You don’t know us, so why would you know anything about us?” The tone of his voice is hard, angry even, and I glance over my shoulder at him with wide eyes.

“Right. Of course, you’re right.”

“It doesn’t matter, Darian,” Garrett growls out, clearly annoyed.

Darian's jaw is set as his gaze swings to my left. “Of course it matters. This is her last chance to change her mind about what tonight means to her, and to us.”

He turns his gaze back to me, his eyes narrowing as he stares at my mask. “Rightwhat, Ivy?”

Swinging my head forward, I glance at Xander’s raised eyebrow before quickly lowering my chin to my chest. “Right, Sir.”

Xander’s fingers dig insistently into my ass cheeks with my words, as if the spoken submission means as much to him as it does to Darian. Garrett slides his hand under my chin, lifting my head to face him.

I keep my eyes down, shocked I almost let my identity slip. Would they put a stop to this if they knew who I was? Do they already know? At this point, I’m not sure if my anonymity is a positive or a negative. Darian seems to mind not knowing who I am, or my refusal to admit who I am, but Garrett and Xander seem happy being oblivious. Is that a good or a bad thing?

I just don’t know.

Garrett slides his thumb over my bottom lip. “You are so beautiful. Now open that pretty mouth for me.”

I smile, remembering why I’m here. It doesn’t matter if they know who I am or not, because tonight is for me. I want these men so badly. It’s debilitating. Every Monday I’m excited about going to work just because I’ll be with them again. Every Friday, I’m depressed the week is over, and we have to go our separate ways. Every morning, I hold my breath until I see their faces, my body wound tight as I wait for the elevator doors to open, hoping—nay, praying—they are there. Every afternoon, I watch the clock as the minute hand approaches the hour, knowing that at five o’clock I’ll be heading home alone with thoughts of them swimming around in my brain, the smell of them invading my senses and bringing up fantasies that morph into wet dreams, leaving me wanting every morning.

Licking my lips, I open my mouth slightly, waiting as Garrett pushes one knee down on the mattress and lines his cock up with my lips.

Xander lifts me slightly as he lines up his cock with my opening, prodding against me, wordlessly asking me for entry. My thighs tighten, holding my body in place, as he rims my pussy with the head of his cock.

He slides in a fraction, maybe an inch, and digs his fingers into my hips. “Fuck, you’re going to be a tight fit.” Then he throws his hips up, slamming home, stretching me impossibly full with one forward thrust.

I gasp, and Garrett uses it to slide his cock past my lips.

Both of my men fill me at the same time and hold still, waiting for me to adjust to my new glorious reality.

I signal my pleasure by moaning and flattening my tongue against Garrett’s shaft. I pull my head back and suck hard, hollowing my cheeks.

Garrett growls and slides his finger through my hair, cupping the back of my head. “That’s my girl. Suck me good.”

Xander moves underneath me, gliding me up and down his length gently, coating himself in my juices.

Darian stands behind me, his hands cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and finger.

My senses overload as I give my body over to my men. Garrett keeps my head moving, and I do my best to please him by hollowing my cheeks and taking him deep. I breathe through my nose as he hits the back of my throat, my eyes watering with every pump of his hips.

Xander places his thumb over my clit, and I take over, finding my rhythm and rocking my hips faster as my orgasm builds. “Ah fuck, sweetheart. Your pussy feels amazing.”

Garrett fists my hair and fucks my mouth. At the same time, I cup his balls, which tighten in my hand as his cock thickens between my lips. “Fuck, I’m going to come, and I want you to swallow every drop. You understand me, baby?”

I nod as hot cum hits the back of my throat.

Garrett throws his head back and roars, his grip on my hair tightening and then loosening as he fills my mouth. I gulp down his seed greedily, pleasure coursing through my body as my pussy clenches, my climax only a few thrusts of Xander’s hips away. He pulls out of my mouth, a thin trail of cum and saliva dripping down my chin. He uses his thumb and swipes it up, bringing it back to my mouth. “I said every drop, baby.”

I lick his thumb and bring my eyes up to his. He grins and grabs my face, claiming my lips again. He murmurs against my mouth, “You are pure fucking heaven, inside and out.”

Xander takes over underneath me, his hips coming up harder and faster on each upward thrust. I throw my head back into Darian’s chest as my climax crashes over me.

Darian’s impassivity melts away as a small smile plays upon his lips. He runs one of his hands up my neck, his finger wrapped softly around my throat, keeping my head tilted up to him. “That’s right, Ivy. Come for us.”

My cunt clamps down on Xander’s cock, and my legs shake uncontrollably. A cry rips from my lips, and I pant for breath, locking eyes with Darian, who finally seems anything other than angry and in control.

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