13. Niko
Niko
The afternoon had turned into evening, and the sun had disappeared behind the horizon. I stood by the window, looking down at the city, watching cars pass in the distance. Caleb stood by Ivy’s side, his hand leisurely caressing her hip.
It was a day of conflicting emotions. Ivy looked happy and radiant, as if she were on cloud nine. She was always gorgeous with her smattering of freckles and her wild auburn hair, but today, she was more gorgeous than ever. Maybe that’s what happened when you weren’t afraid of the future.
Outwardly, I was happy for her, but deep inside, I wondered what it meant for the rest of us. Would Caleb still be willing to share her, or would everything change? Everyone except me had been openly affectionate with her all night. They pressed lingering kisses on her cheek and lips, and Cam whispered to her in her ear. I’d kept my distance, unsure of how to act.
Even so, another part of me wished it was me. She should’ve been mine . I was the one who loved her first, but I didn’t have the family name to back me up.
Dominic, Hunter, Ethan, and Rayne had disappeared around dinner, taking Maya, Katya, Sergei, and Belle. As Ethan left, he handed me a bag of weed and rolling papers as a wedding gift, putting them into the palm of my hand. Hunter glared at him, and Ethan told him he was being too stuffy because it was his sister. Then he told Hunter that he smoked too.
Sergei had complained loudly he wanted to stay and smoke, but Dominic grabbed him by the collar, telling him he didn’t need to be around for what was about to happen. I wasn’t sure what Dominic thought was going on, but I was almost sure that at any moment, Caleb would lift Ivy over his shoulder and walk into one of the bedrooms, locking them in for the rest of the evening. They would celebrate what had happened, leaving the world behind.
After everyone had left, the weed practically burned a hole in my pocket, with my sorrow reminding me it was there. So, I did what any reasonable person would do. I pulled out the rolling papers and rolled the joint before lighting it. Ivy walked over to me, and I raised an eyebrow. I was surprised that she wasn’t completely lost in Caleb. I took a deep drag, holding in my lungs, and let the feeling of relaxation wash over me. Ivy sat down on the edge of the coffee table in front of me and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me closer to her.
I knew what she wanted. I positioned my lips over hers, relishing the feel of their softness and pillowy texture. As soon as she parted her lips, I blew the smoke into her mouth, not bothering to pull away immediately. Instead, I tortured myself, allowing my lips to linger on hers.
Tonight should’ve just been about Caleb. This was his wife and his wedding night. Unfortunately, I was selfish and delaying the inevitable. We passed smoke back and forth several times before I finally pulled away.
Ivy looked up at me, her eyes practically begging me for something I shouldn’t give her. Cam settled onto the couch beside me, his legs spread wide as he rolled a joint of his own. “Caleb, come celebrate with us.” He plucked the object in question from Cam’s hand and took a deep drag, slowly letting it out and allowing the smoke to curl around his head. After that, he stepped behind Ivy and kissed her neck to her exposed shoulders.
He whispered in her ear something we weren’t privy to, and I knew our time with her was up. That was when he surprised me. He unzipped her dress slowly, allowing it to fall around her. The fabric bunched around her feet when she stood, and she stepped out, leaving her in black lace underwear and a matching corset. I sucked in a deep breath and bit down on my lower lip. Surely, he was teasing us. He said nothing would change, but I couldn't believe him. He wasn’t one of us and he never had been. The only thing that bound us together was our shared love of Ivy.
I waited with bated breath as Caleb‘s fingers trailed along her skin slowly. I was hard from the sight of her, and by the image of his fingers slowly undoing the garment covering her. When that fell to the floor, her breasts spilled out, exposing her to the rest of the room. Caleb cupped her breasts and placed one last kiss on her shoulder. “My beautiful wife.” It was said with such reverence. “Tell me what you want.”
“All of you. And for nothing to change.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers, eliciting a small moan from her. Even from my vantage point, I could see her thighs squeeze together.
“Then go sit in Cam’s lap.” It had been an eternity, or so it felt like, since we’d all been together; there was something innately right about it. Ivy’s fingers ghosted along his shoulders. Cam captured her lips briefly while he squeezed her breasts. Her hips rocked greedily, begging him for something more. Cam surprised me when he released her lips and grabbed my hair, beckoning me to come closer. When his mouth crashed against mine, I couldn’t stifle the groan that had been building. Having Cam and Ivy at the same time was too much. And it was everything I wanted.
Over time, I discovered I didn’t want to do anything except protect us, but we were also willing to do anything to save her. The mood in the room differed completely from the somber tone of the evening that she married Wells. That day had been filled with anxiety, tears, and even bloodshed. But right now, it was full of desire and anticipation.
Cam wound his hand into Ivy‘s hair, and she moaned, rocking her hips urgently. Caleb sat down across from us with a glass of scotch in his hand. “Perhaps my wife would be more comfortable if everyone else were to discard some clothes.”
Cam pulled Ivy’s hair gently, tilting her head back. He looked Caleb in the eyes and smirked. “You may have married Ivy, but you don’t hold the power here.“
I held my breath, wondering what was going to happen. Cam kissed the base of Ivy’s neck before looking at her with affection. “Since it’s your wedding night, maybe you should please your husband first. After he has his fill, the rest of us can get what we want.”
Ivy seemed to know exactly what he meant. She unfolded herself from Cam‘s body before crossing the room. She sank to her knees and unbuttoned his slacks, pushing them down his thighs. Caleb shook his head at her and motioned with two fingers for her to come closer. “I don’t want your mouth tonight. I want all of you.”
She straddled his lap and sank down on his hard cock, her whimpers the only sound in the room. Cam lifted an eyebrow at me and pointed to his feet. He leaned over and opened a drawer on the end table, pulling a small bottle of lube from it. Unceremoniously, he tossed it to Trey. “I think you should help Caleb out.”
It seemed like Ethan wasn’t the only one who had given us a wedding present. I didn’t know which of the other guys had delivered the lube, but I was thankful. My night with Cam had been wonderful and breathtaking. I wouldn’t have taken it back. Even though I hadn’t forgiven him completely, I wondered how much it would’ve been better if we had actually been prepared for what happened.
Trey pushed his glasses up and crossed the room. Cam placed his hand on the top of my head. “You know what to do. Suck my cock like you mean it. Let me come down your throat.”
Heat flared inside me as Ivy’s quiet breaths filled the room. I bobbed my head up and down along Cam’s length. The sounds that Ivy made only helped to spur me on. They were so erotic, almost enough to make me come. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Trey push her shoulder blades, angling Ivy forward. She draped across Caleb‘s body, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down to touch my throbbing cock. Cam leaned forward and whispered, “That’s it, baby. Let me see you touch yourself. You’ll still get your turn with Ivy, but first, I want to see you come all over your fist.”
Trey grunted the word fuck from across the room, his fingers gripping Ivy’s hips as he thrust into her from behind. I bobbed my head faster, taking Cam further into my throat as I pumped my length. Tingles formed at the base of my spine. I glanced up at Cam and held eye contact with him. He reached out and touched my cheek gently before his jaw clenched, his hips moved in tandem with my mouth, and his entire body stiffened. Liquid rolled down my throat, but I didn’t stop the up-and-down motion along his shaft. The look on his face was everything, even when his eyes fluttered shut.
I did that to him.
My hand moved faster, even as my tongue teased him, and finally I came, spilling cum on my stomach and hand, my entire body shuddering at the sensation.