9. Ivy
CHAPTER 9
Ivy
P ain fades as I watch my three lovers decorate themselves with my virgin blood.
They understand it means something that I chose them.
“Get that vibrator back on her clit,” Gabriel barks.
Cole is gone only long enough to retrieve it and toss it to Pax, who snags it out of the air and switches it on in a flash.
He wields it as expertly as a chef—or a psycho—with a knife, varying the angle and speed to erase all traces of pain and replace them with ecstasy.
As he revs me up again, Gabriel stretches me open with twitches of his hips that embed him deeper and deeper in my unused pussy.
“Look how you take my dick, baby girl.” If I had half a functioning brain cell, I might realize he’s stopped referring to me as his pretty little elf and gone ever more affectionate and genuine.
The game has fallen away.
I’d bet all the money they deposited in my account that this is no act.
His cock spearing into me over and over with long, slow glides isn’t part of some role.
He rides me until I’m squirming beneath him, climbing toward a peak even higher than the first one he lifted me to. And when another climax rips through me, he retreats.
I claw at him, but he dodges. “Not yet, baby girl.”
“If he won’t unload in you, I will.” Cole takes his place between my thighs. “But you’re going to come around me when I do.”
I whimper, unsure whether that’s possible.
Until he begins to fuck, his pace and determination a step up from Gabriel’s patient plowing.
The screen is a blur, comments moving too fast to see anything other than a streak of praise and disbelief.
Which is fine because my mind blurs too. Full white-out conditions.
My body, on the other hand.
That’s lit up brighter than the tree at the center of Rockefeller Center.
It doesn’t get any dimmer when Gabriel snatches two more toys from his workshop. They’re identical. And this time, they’re not for me.
He lubes one up and tells me what the audience can see but I cannot. “Do you think BigNickEnergy deserves one of my toys in his ass while he floods that fresh little cunt of yours?”
I groan and so does Cole.
Though his vocalizations get even louder and deeper when Gabriel doesn’t wait for our answer to make good on his threat. Cole curses and hunches over me, his hands cupping my shoulders. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Pax is there, rubbing Cole’s back and dragging his knuckles down my exposed neck. “She loves it.”
“You do?” Cole has never shown one hint of uncertainty before.
Speaking is beyond me, but I clutch him, wrapping my legs around his hips to keep him close. Gabriel works the toy in and out of his ass, the side of his hand knocking into my calf.
“Not going to last.” Cole grunts. “Fuck me.”
“Me either,” I pant right before I unravel.
And this time, when I fly, he makes it last longer and intensify instead of fading by injecting his release into me. Several hot spurts coat me as I milk him dry.
He would collapse on top of me if it weren’t for Pax rolling him to the side, eager to swap places.
Gabriel takes the chance to prep the other toy for his other boy.
“Go ahead, baby boy.” Gabriel slaps his ass way harder than he did mine.
Pax’s cock jerks and drools, a drizzle of precome covering my mound. Gabriel rubs it in, his finger sliding inside me to add it to Cole’s mess before he leads Pax by the cock to my core.
“I don’t want to hurt her.” Pax hesitates but Gabriel spanks him again, embedding him in me a few inches when he jerks.
I gasp and rock up to meet him, thrilled that I have more to give after what my body has already been through. It’s not enough and won’t be until all three of my Santa daddies are satisfied too.
“She needs you,” Gabriel promises him, and it’s true.
He fucks so differently than his partners. He’s careful and gentle yet relentless.
And when I beg him to, he speeds up.
“Keep going, baby boy.” Gabriel orders him to perform. “Right there. Give it to her just like that. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
This time when I come, something inside me protests just a little.
It’s only a twinge, but it makes me moan…and not in a sexy way.
“She’s had enough,” Gabriel declares.
“No. Not yet. You haven’t come.”
“Don’t worry, baby girl.” Gabriel pats Pax’s ass. “Baby boy will take me for you.”
“Oh.” I relax, my thighs falling open as I relish the weight of Pax settling over me as Gabriel mounts him.
Pax’s dick is semi-hard inside me. I hug him with my still-pulsing muscles as Gabriel works balls-deep and the crowd roars online. Cole cheers for them both as he stretches out along my side. “Do you see what you do to us, baby girl? How desperately we need you? How perfectly you fit us?”
Though I didn’t think it possible, his encouragement takes me up again. I squeeze Pax’s cock, which stays hard thanks to Gabriel and me double-teaming him.
Gabriel groans as he realizes I might yet come with him.
He rides Pax fast, his hands wrapped around our lover’s hips. Every motion grinds Pax’s torso into my clit and his cock through my saturated channel.
But it’s his words that get me. “You know why our viewers are going nuts?”
Is he talking to himself? Me? The guys?
“It’s because they know this isn’t for show. I’m about to come, and it’s going to be better than ever before because this…with you three…it’s every fucking thing I’ve ever hoped for.”
His passion is infectious.
Pax rubs against me, his cock erect again and about to erupt. That and Gabriel’s roar as he finally unleashes himself and lets go, flooding Pax’s ass, triggers my own climax.
When I come in sync with them both, and Cole—who is spraying Pax’s back with the dribbles leftover after what he already planted in me—I can’t help it.
I scream Gabriel’s name. I can only hope that the mask and my rapture distort it enough that I don’t dox him to the half of the web that’s watching us lose it in unison.
He leans over, grabs the cord to his streaming computer, and yanks.