4 Ivy
Ivy
The door slammed closed at the same moment my body went flying through the air.
I landed on a firm mattress before I could pull air into my lungs. Which might have been a good thing, since the rumpled sheets all around me were soaked with a scent I didn’t want to think about as it hit my nose.
I wouldn’t be the first chick fucked in this bed.
I mean, I pretty much knew that, but it was so obvious I wouldn’t have been able to ignore it even if I held my breath and pinched my nose.
“Get your clothes off,” Grip practically barked as he shucked his pants. He sounded more like he just wanted to get this over with, and I was in the same boat.
I toed out of my shoes, hearing the thud of them hitting the floor as I kicked the rest of the way out of my pants.
I cringed thinking about my pants on the floor and how it likely wasn’t clean at all.
Sitting up, I reached for the hem of my shirt, then hesitated for just a second. Okay, so I was a little nervous.
My eyes went to the corner of the room where there was a couch with a very big, unhappy-looking man sitting on it. I couldn’t say why Viking had captured my attention, but I knew I was drawn to him in a way that made it hard to shake.
I sucked in a deep breath and raised my arms. Then my shirt was gone, along with my bra, and I was completely naked like I’d never been before in front of a man. And to think, the first time it’s two men.
It was still sinking in.
With his shirt and cut still on, Grip braced a knee on the bed as he pushed my legs apart.
He came closer, phone in hand.
But no condom.
“Hey, hey!” I said, trying my best to close my knees. “Not looking to get something from your dirty dick the first time I have sex.”
My lips went into a thin line after the words were out of my mouth.
Shit!
I fucked up.
Grip paused only for a second. A smile crept on his face, but it was sinister. Then he pried my legs apart again, holding them down against the mattress.
“Want in this clubhouse? Then you want my cock however I want to give it to you,” he said, his body lowering down onto mine. “You’re a virgin, so I’m assuming you don’t have anythin’, and I don’t give a fuck what I give you. So that’s settled, then.”
All I could do was pray he was clean. Though it was most likely not the case.
Viking made a disapproving noise behind Grip.
“For fuck’s sake, Vike. You should know better,” Grip grumbled with a roll of his eyes. I saw the way the expression in his eyes shifted slightly. “You know I’ve never fucked a club slut raw. I ain’t gonna give her nothin’ to pass on to you. You can still come inside the bitch if you want.”
Well, that was only mildly reassuring.
“I’m fuckin’ this tight cunt and I’m gonna feel everything about it,” Grip told me as I felt his blunt tip notch right between my legs.
I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my nerves. My eyes were wide, and I probably looked terrified.
He let out a sigh, his body sagging a fraction. I think I almost got a peek under his armor for just a second.
“You want this?” he asked. “You said you did, but if you’re changin’ your mind, besta tell me now. You say no, then we set you up with a room at a local motel and put some protection on you. You ain’t gotta do this.”
He was right. I didn’t have to do this for them to help me. But for my plan, this was the way it had to be.
My eyes darted to Viking. I licked my suddenly dry lips, then nodded.
“Yeah, I know what I’m getting into,” I said, shifting my gaze back to Grip. “I want this.”
With another sigh, he nodded. His body went tight once again, and I felt the switch as he went into some kind of mission mode.
With the phone in one hand and his cock in the other, I waited for it. Braced myself, was more like it.
This was going to hurt.
His dick slapped down on my clit before moving back to test the waters.
“Better get slicked up or I will use spit,” he warned as he circled my entrance with the head of his cock a few times, coaxing my desire forward.
That was when things got a little weird for me. Yeah, this point and not before? Right? I’d bet that was the first thought of most people.
My gaze drifted over to Viking, who was doing his best not to really watch, though I could see him peeking from the corner of his eye. As if he sensed my attention on him, he turned a little and gave me his eyes.
“Yeah, there you go, baby,” Grip said, clearly pleased about how everything was starting to lube up naturally.
Between silent Viking’s intense stare and Grip’s cock teasing my entrance, I was starting to get worked up.
“Um, now?” I asked dumbly, but kept my eyes on Viking.
“Now,” Grip replied. He didn’t give me a second to take in a breath before I felt his thick cock slam inside of me.
My eyes closed. My back arched as if I could get away from the burning strike of pain that shot through my core. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t contain the scream that ripped out of my throat. A tear tracked down my face, and eventually, got lost in my hair.
“Hold onto something, I’m not going to be gentle,” Grip told me.
He wasn’t kidding either.
I kept my eyes closed, but it was like I could see the images of what was going on playing behind my lids.
He slammed into me over and over again.
My fingers gripped onto the sheets, but it did nothing to hold me down. It did nothing to ease the pain.
Then, it started to fade.
I wouldn’t have said it felt great, but at least I didn’t feel like I was being ripped open anymore.
And hey, I had asked for this.
I needed it, really. It was all part of my plan.
“First time never feels good,” Grip said. I couldn’t help but open my eyes to take in his expression. He didn’t look exactly apologetic, but there was something there I couldn’t read. Something close to feeling sorry. Or maybe I was simply hoping. “Best to get it done and over with.”
I watched him as his body rocked against mine. He held himself up on one arm, and that was when I realized he was recording the whole thing. I should have figured it would come to that, but there was a lot going on, and I wasn’t exactly thinking.
“What the—” I tried to wiggle away, but I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Need proof,” he said, and this time, he sent me a crooked twitch of his lips which gave me the impression that he wasn’t sorry about it at all. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Damn! Coming.”
With a hard thrust, he planted himself deep inside of me.
There was something about the way his head tilted back and the way his neck strained that made me feel a sense of power.
But I couldn’t linger on that. There was a lot happening.
With his eyes screwed shut, he held himself still.
His cock throbbed, and I felt his cum filling me up.
I didn’t exactly… hate it.
Or dislike the weight of him when he collapsed on top of me as if he was exhausted.
Did that make me fucked up?
Well, I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised.
I wasn’t quite sure what to do, so I kept the sheets fisted in my hands and my body stiff under him. Was I holding on for a different reason now? I thought so, but I wasn’t sure about anything at the moment.
“Fuck,” Grip finally said, the word sounding much like a sigh. “Haven’t been in a pussy that tight in forever.”
Then he was pulling back, his softening cock flopping out of me.
When the quick click hit my ears, I closed my eyes to hide the cringe because I knew he’d just taken a picture of his cum sliding out of me like it needed to escape. I sure as hell didn’t want to see that image, and wasn’t too thrilled someone would.
Proof.
He needed it. Ice had to see it.
Yep, I was starting to doubt everything. Coming here. Seeking help from this chapter. Giving myself over to these two men. I felt the threads starting to unravel around the edges. I just hoped it would hold together long enough for me to get through this.
But hey, it was done, and it really hadn’t been that bad.
Except it wasn’t quite done yet.
“You’re up,” Grip said as he moved off the bed and headed for a door on the other side of the room. It didn’t take much to realize it was a bathroom.
Viking didn’t move, his eyes glued to the space between my still parted thighs.
His head shook. The movement so slight it made me wonder if he was even aware he was doing it.
“Vike, it has to be,” Grip told him quietly.
“I’m going to hurt her,” Viking said, eyes still staring at the mess between my legs. “I can’t.”
“Get it done, and you won’t have to do it again. I promise,” Grip said back.
“She didn’t want me, Grip. She shouldn’t have to.”
Oh, how I wanted to tell him I kind of did.
There was something about the big man that called to me. And it wasn’t just the way he seemed perfect for protecting something or someone.
I wasn’t sure if I should speak up… or if I was even allowed to.
I released my hold on the sheets and slid one hand down my body.
With split fingers, I held myself open for him as a silent invitation. I hoped it worked. I’d seen club girls do this a time or two before. As a way of getting the men all worked up in hopes one of them would pick them to fuck. Or so I assumed. Not really a hard thing to figure out.
Viking’s eyes snapped to mine.
Good, now I finally had his attention.
I gave him a little nod.
A heavy, huffed breath shot out of his nose as he rose to his feet.
He was pinning me with an intense look, which only seemed to make me grow wetter.
I wanted him. I did.
And I wasn’t really sure what to do with that.
I hadn’t come here to fall for someone. I really hadn’t.
That wasn’t part of my plan.
But as I held Viking’s gaze, I couldn’t lie to myself and say I wasn’t feeling something . Not love or anything close, but something that went deeper than I could explain.
He moved so quickly, I wasn’t even sure what was going on. His steps heavy, his movements jerky as he pulled his very hard cock free, leaving the flaps of his jeans hanging open.
Then he was on me, the bed dipping under the extra weight. I welcomed it and suddenly found my arms wrapped around his massive, hard back. He was stiff under my touch, muscles twitching and vibrating. I was about to release him, but then I lost all thoughts when he pushed into me.
I gasped, his cock stretching me even more than Grip’s had. This time I was more than ready, slick to the point I felt a little embarrassed by it.
I was barely aware of Grip and the fact that he was probably filming this. I lost all reason to care at the moment.
Viking’s thrusts were jerky, staggered. He didn’t hold the same finesse Grip did, even though they both fucked me hard. It was almost as if he was trying to hold himself back. I should have been scared, but all I wanted was more.
I wanted all of him.
My hand went to his face, and for some unknown reason, my thumb traced the line down his cheek. The puckered skin was mostly smooth against my fingertips, but the edges were rough and angry.
His eyes turned cold instantly. Whatever part of him I’d managed to reach was gone like a flip of a switch.
The air changed, becoming so thick it felt like it was hard to breathe.
Without warning, he pulled free from me. I was stunned and upset because it had actually stared to feel good.
“No,” he growled as he flipped me over.
He was on me again, his body pinning me down into the mattress.
I felt his knees between my legs, forcing me into a strange and slightly uncomfortable position.
But before I could shift or say something, he was pushing his way inside me again.
His hips worked in short, quick thrusts.
His hand slapped down on the back of my neck, holding me in place as he fucked me like he needed to.
He was using my body now.
I didn’t think he was even really here in his mind.
And despite the fact that it was raw and nearly punishing, I felt this warmth building up between my legs. My eyes screwed closed tight as the heat spread. I’d never felt anything this intense before, but I’d fingered myself enough to know what was just around the bend.
Viking growled as he held me down even harder.
I moaned, my hands moving to claw at anything within reach.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Viking growled.
Just as I felt him begin to pulse inside of me, my body went haywire. Light shot streaks across my closed lids and I began to shake. I crashed over the edge, violently losing control of my body to this amazing orgasm.
And then he came, roaring out like he was in pain.
It was over.
I wasn’t sure what was going on inside my head, let alone what the hell he was thinking.
I lost his weight, and before I could open my eyes, I heard a door slam shut with a force that made me flinch.
My lids snapped open to find Grip staring down at me with an unreadable expression.
“You got what you wanted,” he said flatly.
His head turned in the direction of the bathroom before he made steps toward the door that led to the hall.
“Leave him alone. Don’t talk to him when he comes out. And don’t leave this fuckin’ room until I come back. Gotta show this to Prez.” Then he was gone, slamming the door closed behind him.
I let out a shaky breath. Afraid to move, I just lay there.
He was right, I got what I wanted. Or at least the start of it.
One step down.
So many more to go.