Chapter 5
A Honeymoon Gift
IVY
I’d never felt like this. I am so turned on I feel like I’m vibrating.
The heat coming from my core, steady and tingling, grows more and more intense as I watch the threesome play out right in front of me: Alistair’s magnificent cock thrusting into Sarah’s feminine, greedy mouth, Matt thrusting into her from behind.
Her spine curls in that way that happens when you’re just about to come.
I want to watch, but more than that, I want it for myself.
For the first time since meeting Alistair, I want another man’s cock deep inside me.
I know Alistair wouldn’t normally allow it, but I can’t help my desire. It is blissfully intense, my pelvis heavy with longing. Matt holds my gaze. Fu-u-u-u-uck.
I thrum my clit as we lock eyes, lips parted, while Alistair watches me watching Matt.
I am close to coming. I glance back at my husband, checking in.
Usually, Alistair wouldn’t let another man near me.
But right then he doesn’t look possessive like he usually does.
He doesn’t look jealous at all—instead, he looks smashed with pure desire.
Is there a chance, I wonder? Is there any way he’d let another man fuck me?
The idea almost pushes me over the edge.
I try to control my breathing, try to remain in control while the others are close to losing theirs.
One more pleading glance at Alistair changes something in him.
A last moment of hesitation, and then a nod of acceptance.
He is going to give me this gift of pleasure.
A lightning bolt rips through me, and I almost come. Is he really okaying it?
It is difficult to believe, knowing him.
It is probably a one-time allowance—a honeymoon gift, because he knows that the idea of never sleeping with another man for the rest of my life depresses me—but I had never actually expected him to give me permission.
Not the Alistair I know. But there will be plenty of time to overthink this afterwards.
Perhaps there will be tears and regrets, but for now, my clit is doing all the talking.
I look at Matt with fresh desire and nod, and his eyes turn even darker as he nods back.
Staring at me, he increases his pace, holding tight onto Sarah’s hips as he pounds into her, hard and fast. Alistair removes his cock from her mouth and shoves his fingers inside, as many as can fit, and she screams in pleasure as my pussy swells.
He keeps pounding into her through her orgasm while Alistair fists her screaming mouth, telling her what a good girl she is.
I have to stop touching myself. It is too much. I don’t stand a chance—I know when it is my turn I will explode into a million pieces.
Sarah comes twice more, groaning through the arcs of pleasure, and then pulls away, exhausted. She drags herself out of the jet pool and collapses on the side, limp and breathing hard.
I thought the guys might need a break, but they are both looking at me as if they want to devour me, and I am there for it.
I have had so much teasing and erotic stimulation that it feels like I am standing on a cliff edge of intense and blissful oblivion.
Alistair reaches me first. He puts his arms around me and scoops me out of the water, laying me down on a fluffy towel next to Sarah, who is passed out from pleasure.
I wonder if Alistair will change his mind now that it is the moment of truth, but if anything he seems more settled in the idea.
When he looks at Matt there is no malice in his eyes, just a steady confidence.
I want to be treated exactly like Sarah was, but I don’t want to be instructive. I want them to do what they want to me. I want them to use me for their own pleasure, but I am sure they will prioritize mine.
“Use me,” I say.
“No,” murmurs Matt. “You’re too special for that.”
“Treat me like I’m not special,” I reply. “Treat me like a whore.”
“You want your envelope of cash, my pretty hussy?” murmurs Alistair. “I can’t wait to give it to you. But first you need to do what I say.”
My clit glowing, I nod.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Alistair commands.
I scramble into position.
“Ass in the air.”
I happily comply, my skin sparking, my pelvis flooding.
Alistair gestures to Matt to do what he wishes with me while he strokes my back with a feather-light touch, sending shivers all over my already-trembling body.
Matt takes my ass cheeks in his hands and starts with a slow but firm massage, watching my wet pussy and groaning in anticipation.
I love the feel of his hands on my skin, of his eyes on my pink hole. Fuck.
Alistair’s hands circle my neck, squeezing gently and letting go. Then he smushes my face and fills my mouth with his fingers as he had done to Sarah, and I groan.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “You liked it when my hand was in Sarah’s mouth.”
I look into his eyes and nod.
“You like to be dominated,” he says.
I nod again, my eyes tearing up with the sensation of his hand inside my mouth like that. Then he returns to gentle pressure on my neck while he kisses me.
Matt is biting and licking my cheeks, his fingers circling my wet clit.
I groan into Alistair’s mouth as Matt opens me up from behind and begins licking my labia, and then my asshole.
Teasing, tantalizing. It feels so fucking good to have them both touching me, sucking me, probing me with their fingers and tongues. I never want it to stop.
Sarah, recovered, pads over to me on her hands and knees like a cat.
Alistair guides her to lie with her legs open right in front of me.
Her pussy is so swollen from the pounding she took from Matt, engorged and so fucking hot.
I wish I were a man with a huge hard cock so I could fuck her some more; so I could drive myself into her and make her scream like she had when she came.
I gasp as Matt presses his thumb into my hole.
He is still sucking my asshole and the combination is driving me crazy, especially with Sarah’s just-pounded pussy right in my face.
Matt pushes two fingers inside me, deep and delicious, as I lower my open mouth to Sarah’s swollen clit.
His tongue pushes up against my sphincter as I push my eager tongue right into Sarah’s hole.
She moans with pleasure, a deep guttural sound that makes my pussy clench around Matt’s fingers.
The tip of his tongue seeks to enter my asshole but I feel suddenly shy.
It feels so intimate, and he is practically a stranger.
Would Alistair like it, or would he not?