24 Ivy
Ivy
There was no pretending that I didn’t want it as Grip settled between my legs. I could feel the length of his hard cock through his jeans, pressing down on my throbbing clit.
Why did we still have our clothes on?
My eyes caught on Viking, still sitting on the corner of the bed, though his body was now turned in the direction of the action and not looking at the door.
There was something in his look I couldn’t read. Maybe claiming me was too much for him. Did he wish he could take it back? Was I not what he wanted?
Ugh, I did not like the insecure thoughts running through my head.
Truthfully, my head was still spinning about the whole thing.
It hadn’t really sunk in what they’d done, and what I’d basically agreed with by staying silent.
And though a lot had happened really in a short amount of time, and this felt like it had come out of nowhere, I didn’t want them to change their minds.
Grip worked his hand up my shirt, and a second later, his fingers were playing with my nipple.
It didn’t take much for me to lose my shirt.
And then my pants, leaving me completely naked.
It didn’t take much convincing to get him to lose his, either.
All the while, Vike sat there watching with sharp eyes.
Suddenly, Grip’s mouth was on mine and I was lost in his kiss.
I liked it when he devoured me like he’d never get the chance to do this again.
I liked the grunts he made and the way his fingers dug into my hip.
The way his nails lightly raked up my thigh.
The way his tongue invaded my mouth and took charge.
He was so talented. Sure, I didn’t have a lot of experience, but I just knew this was pretty fucking amazing.
I wondered if it was natural. I mean, it had to be, right?
I kind of got the feeling Grip didn’t have a lot when it came to things other than get-right-to-it fucking, so there had to be some talent there.
When you could feel a kiss or a touch all the way down to your toes, it was something big. And I didn’t just feel it down to my toes, I felt it all over. I felt like I was coming alive and seeing the world in color for the first time.
“Hands and knees, little lamb,” Grip ordered as he let me go.
I did as he said, quickly rolling over and raising my ass in the air.
He slipped behind me, and when I looked over my shoulder, he was smiling dreamily at my goods.
Which, maybe, should have felt weird, but instead, I found some kind of empowerment in it.
Not like a sick kind of empowerment. More like…
I was hot and good enough to be taken by these men.
“Damn, look at you. So wet you’re glistening. ”
He ran his fingers through my folds, dipping into my pussy, then back again. Teasing me. Taking me from wet to soaked.
“You smell her, Vike? Smell how sweet she is?” His finger left me, but only so he could lick it clean. He hummed his satisfaction, and my cheeks actually went a little pink. “Best fuckin’ thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I turned to Vike, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed.
He looked interested, but was also keeping his distance.
I wasn’t sure why, but I had a feeling in my gut telling me to let him.
To make him a part of this, but not rush him.
When his eerie gray eyes snapped down to meet mine, I smiled up at him as a way to reassure him.
“You need to taste her pussy, Vike,” Grip went on. “Not sayin’ now because I need to be inside this pussy right now , but one day… trust me, brother.”
Vike let out a grunt-moan hybrid noise.
I gasped when Grip’s cock pressed against my entrance. And then I turned into a needy little slut for him. Something I would have sworn on my life I would have never done before I came here.
“Grip, please,” I begged. I needed his cock in me.
“Yeah, little lamb. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside of me. I want you stretching me open. I want…” I stopped to suck in a breath as I felt him inch his way in. “I want it all. Fuck me, Grip. Please, fuck me.”
“Shit,” Grip hissed. “Our sweet little lamb has got a mouth on her. You hear that, Vike?”
I looked up to see Vike pressing the heel of his hand down on his cock. Oh, yeah, he heard it… and he liked it.
“Think we ruined her. Think she’s perfect for us,” Grip said. “Think she’s everything we never knew we needed.”
Damn. I kind of wished he hadn’t said that. It could have been an in-the-moment thing, but it still got me in my head for a minute. Like, I’ve fucked up. So bad.
He punched the rest of the way into me, bottoming out so deep I didn’t think I ever wanted him to leave.
Then he was fucking me. His hands on my hips. His thrust strong and powerful. My body was at his mercy, but when I looked back, I saw a man who knew exactly who he was inside. His eyes said it all.
It was a little much for me. So I let him fuck me. I enjoyed the ride. And I turned my attention back to Viking.
I didn’t want to leave him out. I wanted to give him something I hadn’t yet given him.
As I reached out and brushed my hand over the huge bulge in Viking’s jeans, Grip slowed, matching the rhythm of lazy, lapping waves on the shore.
Viking tensed. Grip ran a hand up my back, and somehow, that was all it took for me to understand.
“Have you ever had…?” I asked, hand still on the button of his fly.
“No,” Vike grunted, his voice sexy in a gruff way. “Never trusted myself enough with something like that. And… it’s too much touching.”
It was a very Viking thing to say, but I got it right away.
Would he let me?
Would he like it?
“I might not be the best… but if you want, I’d like to…” I told him.
“I want it, but I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I assured Vike, and I truly believed it.
He undid his pants and pulled his hard length free. I liked Viking’s dick. It was big, but that wasn’t what I liked about it. The head was red and needy-looking. It was thick, and I couldn’t stop staring at the vein that ran down it. I was desperate to feel it against my tongue.
So I didn’t let myself get caught up in overthinking things. I dove in. I braced my forearms on the bed beside his strong, massive thighs. I wanted to make it good for him.
He hissed the moment I ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft. He was smooth, and tasted… well, exactly how I imagined he would taste. A little musky, a little hint of leather, a whole lot of man.
When I took him in, the moan I let out wasn’t fake.
“Shit, Vike. Think she likes your dick,” Grip said, fucking me harder now. “So hot, little lamb. Like you stuffed full with both of us.”
Vike grunted above me as if he agreed with what Grip had said. I looked up and met his eyes. He was already watching me, his eyes were nearly silver, sparkling like they were lit up from behind.
“Can’t hold back,” Vike said.
His hand went to my hair. I remembered how Grip was, so I prepared myself for the possibility of choking on Vike’s fat cock—which I had to admit wasn’t an idea I was against. But to my surprise, he just ran his fingers through my hair and scratched at my scalp like I’d done when I had braided his.
I moaned again. Damn, that did feel good.
“Ivy,” he breathed out. I tried to swallow the first mouthful down, but I barely got it back before he was filling my mouth up again. Holy shit, there was a lot.
I made him do that. It was kind of hard not to feel pride.
His body sagged as his softening cock slipped out of my mouth.
“Okay?” I asked.
He sent me a small smile, which I barely saw under all his hair.
“Ivy,” Grip said, fingers curling into my hips. I felt the bite of his nails, but I didn’t hate it. “Fuck, that was hot. I think we made the right call, Vike.”
I knew he was only saying that because he was currently pounding away at my pussy and probably seconds away from coming.
It was funny that I already knew when he was close.
His body folded over mine, and I loved the way I felt caged in by his arms. He kissed the back of my neck, my shoulder, my cheek.
His thrusts became long and deep, less punishing and brutal.
I was in love with the way he played with my body.
At first, I felt like I was in a race, and now, after I felt the rush of it all, he slowed down, making my head spin.
“Grip,” I panted as I reached back and tried to grab any part of him. His hair tangled in my fingers.
“Come on my cock, Ivy. Let me feel you squeeze me. I’m dying to fill you up, but I need you to soak me so I can go into that meeting with your scent all over me. My brothers aren’t even gonna question who you belong to. Us, Ivy. You belong to us.”
I hated the way those words sent me over the edge. I hated the way I cried out, pushing against Grip so I could see Viking. I hated the way I felt more connected to them now.
And I really fucking hated the way it felt like I couldn’t hold back the tears.
“Shit,” Grip called out as he planted himself so deep inside of me I couldn’t tell us apart. Then he came, filling me up with his hot release.
That was the moment his phone started ringing.
“Shit,” Grip said again, but this time it was more of a panicked curse. “We gotta go,” I fell into the mattress as I lost his cock. He stumbled out of the bed and practically hopped into his jeans. “Shit.”
I tried not to laugh as Grip’s foot became tangled in the leg of his jeans and he nearly went down face-first. I rolled over, feeling the urgency thick in the air.
The two of them are about to claim me and hopefully save my ass, the least I could do was help them get out the door.
“Fuck. Where is—” Grip stopped talking once he saw his shirt dangling from my finger. “Damn. You’re the best.”
My heart fluttered in my chest.
“Love that I’m gonna smell like your pussy when I go in there and claim you,” Grip said, then popped a quick kiss on my lips before I could respond. Not that I knew what the hell to say to that. I figured he’d just spewed that stuff in the heat of passion, but I guessed he really meant it.
“I’ll be thinking about that for a while,” Vike said like a promise to me, a smile under all his facial hair.
I rocked up on my toes for a kiss, which he gave me without hesitation.
He took his time with me. His arms went around my waist, and he pulled me into his body.
I was pretty sure I saw a hint of pink tinting the tips of his ears when he ended the kiss, but I’d never tell anyone. “I’d like to return the favor.”
“Vike, dammit, you can eat her pussy any time you want to after we go claim her. Come on. Everyone is waiting!” Grip practically pushed him out the door.
A laugh caught in my chest.
I was scared to let it free.
This moment had been too amazing, too everything. What if that was the peak, and all that was left was the downfall?
I collapsed onto the bed. All I could do was wait.
Maybe I should keep myself busy with packing. Either way, I’d need to have that done.