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“Anyone can see how dirty you are, Ivy.” Hayes grunts as he fucks my mouth.

“Anyone can see how well you take me,” Stefan adds with a deep thrust.

One man is fucking me, but they’re both making me ride to the edge.

I cry out, letting Hayes fall from my mouth.

“That’s right. Give us another one,” Stefan orders and that feels true—I’m giving my orgasm tothem. I shove one of my hands between my thighs, my search for pleasure reaching a crescendo. But it’s the noise Stefan makes that trips all my wires. An incoherent grunt, followed by a strangled yes.

My vision turns blurry, but Stefan holds on tight, pistoning his hips to his own release. “Fuck, yes,” he grunts, losing all control, too, as he comes with me.

One final demanding thrust, then a long, low grunt, and he stills inside my pussy. We’re both panting, gasping for air.

It takes me a beat before I realize Hayes is taking care of himself. He’s in front of me, stroking his own cock.

Before I can say a word, Stefan smacks my ass as he pulls out. “You’ve got to feel her, Hayes. She feels so fucking good. You need to come inside our girl.”

What? Wait. They’re both going to fuck me? I didn’t think we’d execute this kind of tag teaming tonight, but the second Stefan mentions it, I’m sure I really have won the sex lottery.

Hayes tucks a finger under my chin, makes me look up to meet his eyes. “You gonna let your husband fuck you too?”

I vibrate with desire. “Well, itisour wedding night.”

In one swift move, he grabs my hips, flips me over, and pulls me off the bed. Then he bends me over it while Stefan flings him a condom.

In seconds, Hayes covers himself, then sinks inside me, slamming me back on his cock while Stefan heads to the bathroom.

But Stefan doesn’t take long disposing of the condom. As Hayes presses a rough hand to my back, Stefan returns to the bed, flops down on the pillows, and parks his hands behind his head.

“Yes. I do enjoy a good show in Las Vegas,” he says, then inhales deeply, smiling as he watches Hayes fuck me senseless.

Tonight will be my fodder for self-care for the rest of my days as Hayes drives into me harder, deeper, rougher, fucking me till he’s grabbing my hair and then shuddering, groaning out my name.

I’m spent, thoroughly used, and I know I’ve experienced something I desperately want again—but can’t have.

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Fifteen minutes later, after I shower, I do want room service. But I have the ramen, so I eat it, sharing it with my two lovers on the couch.

When we finish, I’m not sure what will happen next. If we all go our separate ways to our separate rooms. But I’m sure of this: I don’t want to be alone after the most intense and vulnerable night of my sex life.

If I asked to be fucked, I can ask forthis. “Can you both spend the night?”

There’s zero weirdness when they say yes.

In the morning, this will be over, but for a few more hours, I’m going to enjoy the night.

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Ivy

Stefan stirs as the sun rises, his warm skin against mine. I’m used to waking up next to soft fur, a gentle paw, a lick of my nose.

I miss my girl, but I’ll see her this afternoon. Right now, I’m enjoying Stefan’s bare chest pressed to my back. He fits me well, all big and strong and a little greedy with his morning mouth, now coasting across my shoulder.

On the other side of me, Hayes is sound asleep, sprawled on his stomach like a starfish. “He’s a bed hog,” I murmur.

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