29. Ford
CHAPTER 29
Ford
I might lose my mind.
I don’t know how I’m going to survive watching this.
Oh, it’s not jealousy eating me from the inside.
It’s deep, intense, gnawing lust . Unlike I’ve ever felt before.
These three people are everything to me and watching them like this—pleasuring each other, being so open and vulnerable with each other—is going to undo me.
Harrison takes Ivy with one hard thrust and they gasp each other’s names. Ivy grips his shoulders, arching closer as he fills her. His arms bunch as he holds himself over her, staring down at her as if he feels…everything Liam and I feel for her.
Damn.
I’m so glad they are friends. I’m so glad they make each other happy. I’m so glad they want each other like this.
But I didn’t realize they’d fall in love.
Or how happy that would make me.
I’ve always expected Harrison to be in my life forever, but I’d never imagined something like this. I figured our wives, or my wife and his husband, would be friends. We’d have family dinners. Vacations. Our kids would grow up together.
But I never imagined that the wife, the husband, the kids could be ours .
And now…fuck I want this so much .
I understand what he’s doing. He’s dedicated to showing Ivy what this can really be. No holding back. Giving her everything.
And I think it’s working.
She’s clearly in ecstasy. She’s moaning, moving under Harrison as he pumps into her.
“Liam!” she cries out. “Please.”
“Fuck. Yes, beautiful, I’m right here,” he says.
A moment later, he thrusts into Harrison, shoving Harrison deeper into Ivy.
“Oh, God,” Ivy cries.
“Fuck,” Harrison mutters.
All three pause. Then start moving. Together. Seemingly naturally. It’s hot, dirty, and beautiful at the same time.
I’ve never been this hard, this worked up, and yet this happy .
“Ivy, you are so fucking perfect,” Harrison tells her, braced on his elbows, his face just above hers.
“This is amazing,” she says breathlessly, her fingers gripping his back.
“Is he filling you up?” Liam asks, thrusting into Harrison. “Is he making that greedy pussy happy?”
“Yes, god yes!”
“Can you feel me, Ivy? Do you feel me fucking you too?” Liam demands.
“Yes, fuck us harder, Liam!”
He slams into Harrison. Harrison groans. Ivy cries out.
“Like that? You want more of that?” Liam asks.
“Yes, fuck. Take it, Ivy. I want you to come on my cock before Ford takes you. Get me all wet and sticky with this beautiful pussy,” Harrison says. “Let’s get you all hot and wet for Ford.”
My pulse quickens, and my cock pulses as that seems to take Ivy even closer to coming.
“Oh, God!” Her grip on Harrison tightens but she looks over at me. “Ford,” she breathes.
“Right here, Ivy. I’m right here.”
“I need you.”
“You’ll have me.”
“Take your clothes off.”
I love when she gets a little bossy. She knows she’s the center of this little universe. She knows she has all the power. And she’s so damned beautiful taking it, because she also gives it.
She’s sunshine, and warmth, and laughter, and happiness, and love. For all of us. She gives us her trust, her acceptance, her body, her everything.
And she’s going to get it all back. Times three.
I strip out of my clothes as Harrison and Liam fuck her faster and harder.
She’s climbing toward her orgasm. I can hear it in her moans and cries, see it in her face.
“Fuck, Ivy, I’m going to come,” Harrison groans. “Can I fill you up, pretty girl?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
Harrison thrusts hard, then tenses as he starts to come. Ivy cries out, coming apart. Liam stops, holding Harrison’s hips tightly as Harrison buries his face in her neck and Ivy screams out his name.
Harrison kisses her deeply, but then Liam is pulling him off of her, bending him over further, and fucking him hard.
I immediately climb onto the bed between her thighs. I lean in and kiss her, and she wraps herself around me. When I lift my head, I smile down. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“You okay?”
She shakes her head. “I need you inside me.”
I shift my hips back, then thrust, filling her up.
She gasps, then moans. “Yes. Like that.”
I slide one hand under her ass, lifting her hips slightly. Then I pull back and thrust forward. Hard. Fast. Deep.
“This is how I want you,” I tell her. “Under me. Around me. Against me. With me. Every. Fucking. Night.” I punctuate the last three words with thrusts. “With Liam and Harrison right here with us.”
I see her eyes fill with tears, but she’s smiling. “Yes. Yes. That’s what I want.”
I know it’s sex. I know it’s endorphins and the fact that I’m balls deep in her on the heels of a hard orgasm. I know it’s the high and happiness of the night. But I’ll take it.
“Need you to come again,” I tell her. “Harrison doesn’t get all the sweetness.”
“I’m so close,” she says breathlessly. “How can I be so close again?”
“Because this greedy pussy needs three men,” I tell her. “Because you deserve more. You deserve us .”
“God yes. I do. I need you all so much.”
I lean in and suck on a nipple.
“Oh, god ,” she moans. Then slides her hand between us, finding her clit.
Her pussy clenches around me and I groan. “Yes. That’s it. Just like that.”
I move faster, fucking her harder, feeling her pussy responding.
Then she arches into me and calls my name, coming hard. Again. “Yes, Ford!”
God, she’s magnificent.
I thrust hard and fast, feeling my climax building. Then I’m pounding it into her.
“Fuck, Ivy, yes! I love you!”
I freeze for a second. Dammit. I didn’t mean to say that. At least not like this.
But then she wraps her arms around my neck, puts her face against my throat, and breathes deeply. Contentedly.
She doesn’t say it back. But she definitely doesn’t seem upset.
“You make me so happy,” she says softly long moments later.
“That’s all I want,” I say, stroking my hand over her hair.
And that’s the truth.
I want her to be happy. No matter what.
Unless it means being without me.
I don’t know if I can do that.
And we might need to talk about that. Soon.