Chapter 6
Three-Finger Fucking
ALISTAIR
Watching Ivy would be the death of me. I feel like my cock is going to explode and I haven’t even had the opportunity to fuck her yet.
I hold her hair back as she explores Sarah’s pussy with her lips and tongue, admiring her as she swirls and licks and sucks until Sarah is groaning beneath her, rolling her hips in rhythm to Ivy’s attention, which now includes three-finger fucking.
I thought Matt would be trying to enter Ivy by now but he is a patient man, drawing out the experience just as I like to do.
I have surprised myself, too, by not feeling murderous toward him.
Seeing Ivy in her element and being pleasured by someone she has real chemistry with is just too good to object to.
At the same time, my desire is building fast, and I am going to need a release soon. I feel it moving up and down my spine.
Ivy lifts her face to me and I kiss her, tasting Sarah and a hint of Singapore Slammer.
“I want you to fuck her,” Ivy whispers, lips bee-stung and swollen.
I am surprised. “You sure?”
“Right here, right in front of me, while Matt takes me from behind. Is that okay?”
I hesitate. Is it okay? Will we regret it tomorrow?
I’m not sure, but her breathlessness and obvious need bring more certainty.
If there is fallout tomorrow or at another future date, I am sure we can weather the storm.
Our connection is rock-solid; ocean-deep.
I nod. “Yes.” I am sure—or at least, sure enough.
She turns to Matt and gives him the go-ahead. He nods and closes his eyes for a moment as if saying a little prayer, most likely thanking the gods for what he is about to receive.
I position myself behind Sarah, who arches back against me with a soft sound of anticipation. I look at Ivy over Sarah’s shoulder. She looks back at me with those extraordinary eyes—dark and complicated and certain—and what passes between us requires no words whatsoever.
Only you, I tell her silently. It is always only you.
I’m not sure I am man enough to share her.
I am about to find out.