10. Miri
10
Miri
I wasn’t sure what to expect, showing up at their front door the way I had. In retrospect, that was risky. I had no idea what the relationship between them was really like, despite the fact that I believed they faked their public one, and I didn’t know how they’d feel about me, given the manner in which they’d ended things.
We didn’t talk about any of it, not at first. Perhaps we were waiting until Carter arrived to sort it out. Perhaps there was nothing to be said while the lust had us.
I lay on their guest bed in the third-story loft, perched up on my elbows, stripped down to my lingerie, spread open and vulnerable for them.
“What do you think we should do with her, X?” Lex asked, with his arm slung around Ivy’s shoulders. He raised an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a cruel grin.
“I don’t know, Lucifer.” Ivy crossed her arms, pushing her breasts higher on her body. She looked like a bombshell, and every queer impulse I’d ever had inside sat up at attention.
They both were wrecked; we all were, but there could be no stopping what was about to happen.
“She stole our boyfriend and ran off to Malibu,” Ivy said, the gleam in her steel eyes just as incinerating as Lex’s. Together, they looked like twin gods, come to earth to torture a mere mortal such as myself. The lust surged inside me again, twisting my cunt until it throbbed, and I gasped in an effort to contain my anticipation.
Lex made a small groan, and Ivy took a deep breath, the wave evidently rising in them as well.
“She did,” Lex said, returning to the game. He ran a fingertip over my knee and down the front of my calf, making me shiver. “She turned him into a TV star.”
“Should we punish her?” Ivy tilted her chin up and looked down her nose at me like an inscrutable queen. Like maybe I was the princess of a foreign territory that had been captured on their soil and now I had to answer to them about my trespassing. To be fair, that wasn’t entirely far from the truth.
“We should,” Lex said, stroking his cock through his boxers, which was only erect because of the surge between us, not because he had anything else in him. “But I honestly don’t know if I can fuck anyone else.”
The small break in character made us both laugh, and Ivy elbowed him in the ribs, quickly getting back into it.
“I have an idea.” Ivy went to a dresser drawer, and I trembled while I waited for her to rummage through it. When she eventually returned, she’d wrapped a black leather holster around her waist, a huge rainbow-colored dildo hanging off the front. “I think the princess should tend to your aches and pains while I take what I want out of this sweet pussy.”
Ivy trailed her finger along the inside of my leg, and I spread my knees wider.
“What do you say?” Lex looked at me, awaiting my permission.
They had it. They always had it.
I rushed to get on all fours, my pulse thundering against my ribs and echoing down to my cunt. Lex walked around the side of the bed to slide in front of me, relaxing against the headboard like a king in repose.
His queen took the spot behind me, coasting her warm hands over my hips and down my spine, easing me into a better pose with my ass up in the air. The bed dipped where her knees bent between mine, and I heard the lube cap open while I pressed my lips to Lex’s mouth.
I loved Ivy, I truly did, and I loved her well before I loved Lex. But he and I had seen the best and the worst of each other. He completed me. So many times I had been in this position, bowed before him, his dick in my hand, his intimidating stare trained on me, beckoning me to do all the dirty things I knew he liked.
After pressing my lips to the tip of his cock, I licked at the spot that drove him wild—soft and sweet, knowing he was sensitive from all we’d done up until now. He twisted his hand in my hair and hissed in a breath like it hurt and felt amazing.
I knew it did. I sensed his bliss under my skin. When I circled my lips around the head, flicking my tongue over his slit, he groaned and tilted his head back on the headboard. There were many things I loved doing to Lex, but sucking his cock had to be in my top five. He was so responsive, so greedy, and it made me feel truly alive to be wanted that desperately by such a powerful man.
Ivy positioned the dildo at my entrance and inched inside of me. My skin stretched, accommodating her entry. For as tender as she’d always been with me, she wasn’t nice about this. As soon as she positioned it, she shoved forward, sending me off balance and shoving Lex’s cock down the back of my throat.
I gagged and Lex gasped, jumping under me and kicking his legs out. Ivy let out an evil laugh, followed by, “There’s a good girl.”
“Fucking hell, X.” Lex tightened his hands in my hair, soothing the ache of having choked on his big dick.
I loved the familiar taste of him, and when Ivy found that spot inside of me that made me moan around him, we all learned Lex had lied earlier. He could fuck something else as long as it was my face.
They descended on me like monsters. Ivy spanked my ass and pulled my hair, forcing my mouth open wider so Lex could get farther inside. My eyes burned, and my throat constricted around the girth of him, but I wouldn’t have stopped it for anything.
Having their joint attention on me blew my entire world apart. The last time we were together, they had barely discovered the strange new friendship between them. Now, it seemed, they had learned the same thing Carter and I had—what it took to be a team.
The undercurrent of their rivalry still burned between them, but instead of turning it on each other like they would have done in the past, they turned it on the world, and in this case, on me .
Lex fucked my mouth harder and, when I choked and drooled, he gave me little reprieve.
“Aww, my poor princess.” Lex fake pouted and pulled out of me to wipe the spit from my chin, smearing it over my face. “Is my cock bigger than you remember?”
“No, I’ve just gotten used to your best friend’s,” I teased. “He likes to have his balls licked.”
It may have been the wrong thing to say when Carter wasn’t there to defend himself, and I’d only said it to goad Lex, to be his brat-princess once again. But Ivy tightened her hands around my waist, digging her short nails into my skin, and Lex’s eyes widened at the taunt before flicking to Ivy over my head.
I’d confirmed what they must have suspected but hadn’t yet asked—that the two of us had fucked outside of our square. That after they’d broken our hearts, we’d taken out our grief on each other.
I waited for the other shoe to drop, for Ivy to pull away and look at me with an unyielding jealous heat. My heart pounded. My skin flushed. Just when I was about to apologize, to say I hadn’t meant it, Lex grabbed my head and forced my mouth lower.
“Well, then,” he said, “get to it.”
I did, licking and lapping at him like a good princess. A few minutes later, I came with Ivy pounding into me like a savage. She and I had never used a strap-on before, but she had skill. I wondered if it was Carter or Lex who enjoyed being pegged and decided it might be both.
“Fuck yeah,” Lex said, pumping down my throat again. “Your mouth is so fucking perfect.” I swallowed him, groaning as Lex’s climax rushed through me. Ivy came last, using the vibrating portion of the holster to rub against her clit until it echoed through the three of us in an incriminating display of euphoria. I rolled to the side, panting down my hormone-laced ecstasy, and Ivy collapsed next to me, the strap tossed somewhere to our left.
Then we waited to feel Carter.
Our orgasms were like a siren beacon to him, reverberating through our souls and whatever joined us together. It reminded us of our obligation. We had promised until the end.
We needed him now, and he needed us. But he didn’t come, figuratively or literally. It ached like an itch on a limb that had been amputated, like I couldn’t reach it no matter how hard I tried.
Lex sighed and rolled to the nightstand, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and handing one to each of us. I took it and inhaled when he brought the lighter toward me, wondering where my Romeo had gone, wondering when he’d come for his Juliet.
The lulls between episodes were longer, seemingly quelled by the three of us being together, but they hadn’t gone away entirely. He had to be on his way. I’d texted him the address. He wouldn’t just leave this to go unanswered. The lust had to be sated, and if it wasn’t, we might suffer the terrible consequences to no end. I reached for my phone and called him, but it went to voicemail again, as it had every time I’d tried.
“Where is he?” Ivy asked, a scowl forming between her eyebrows.
“Fucking off wherever he is.” Lex took a deep inhale and ran his free hand through his head of thick, dark hair.
“He’ll be here, darling.” I coasted my fingers down the side of Ivy’s face while she bit her bottom lip, her gray eyes unsure despite how badly she must have wanted to believe me.
The loft was a wide open area that ran the length of the house with a spare bed they kept up here for overflow guests. Aside from that, it was stacked to the brim with boxes from their parents’ places that contained old clothes, trophies from their childhoods, and costumes from Halloweens gone by. We’d come up here to find their stuff from TW, maybe even something from Ireland that would help us figure out what was going on. The lust hit us again just as we started, and we didn’t have a choice. Deciding I wanted to get some nonsexual movement in before it came back, I got up and walked to a box in the far corner.
“Old dresses, huh?” I asked, flipping open the lid.
“I have to go through them.” Ivy followed me while Lex stayed in bed, one leg bent, the sheets twisted around his hips, eyes set on us. Still the same brat he’d always been, my prince of darkness had not changed in all these years.
“Look at these.” Ivy went to the next plastic tub. “I should donate them.”
“I have an idea.” I held up a sapphire piece that flared into a mermaid skirt at the bottom. “Let’s play dress-up.”
“And I’m out.” Lex rolled out of the bed.
“Oh, come on.” I grabbed his hands. “Let me put you in Vera. She has a thing for long legs.”
“I think you should wear the Vera.” Ivy gathered a blush-colored poof of fabric that threatened to swallow me whole the minute I put it on. It was beautiful, and I remembered seeing Ivy in it at some gala a year or two ago. “I’ll wear the Tom Ford and…” She leaned in so she could whisper something in my ear. “…we’ll put Lucifer in the Anthony Wang.”
I gasped, and we both set our sights on Lex, who looked between us like a rabbit that already knew it had been trapped but was still trying to find a way out.