19. Ivy
IVY
That was expected, but also totally unexpected.
Yes, we scripted it, in the general sense of planning.
Since plans are good for threesomes, it turns out.
But it was unexpected in its intensity.
And the other thing I didn’t expect, but maybe I should have, is how much more I want. How much hungrier that made me.
How ravenous my appetite is.
As I settle into the pillows, regarding the men, I am not frozen with indecision. I know exactly what I want next. Like I’m selecting my choices from a menu.
I raise my chin, my voice a little smoky from crying out so hard.
“I want to watch you two touch your cocks. Show me. Jack off to me,” I say as I drop my hand between my legs, sliding my fingers gently through my slippery wetness.
I’m still sensitive from my first orgasm. “And I’ll get off to you. Both of you.”
Callum takes the lube, flips open the cap, and drizzles some in his hand. Then he tosses it to Stone, who catches it easily and does the same.
“Gotta love a woman who thinks to bring lube, right, man?”
“Makes this a lot easier,” Callum says, and I love the easy way they are together. I love that they’re completely comfortable with each other, and with me, especially after what we just did—after I gave Stone a half-blow.
Through it all, Callum is still Callum. Strong, determined, passionate. And wanting to give me everything, including a night like this.
And oh, how I love everything so far. Most of all, I love what they’re doing now.
Callum is kneeling next to me, sliding a hand up and down his thick length. His fist is curled loosely, and he takes long, lazy strokes.
Stone is on the other side of me, doing the same. He’s a little rougher, his hand seeming a little tighter.
They both stare at me with hunger in their eyes.
And I swear, I could come without touching myself. Without picking up this vibrator.
I could come from watching this erotic, beautiful sight.
My. Favorite. Thing.
I’m having dessert first, and there’s no shame in the way I’m going to consume all the courses on tonight’s menu.
“Get the vibrator, Ivy,” Callum says, perhaps sensing I want his direction again. “Show us how you get off while you watch us jerk.”
I reach for the silicone beside me, slide it between my legs, and turn it on.
“Oh God,” I gasp the second the broad head touches my wet center.
“ Yes ,” Stone grunts, gripping himself harder, his lips parting as he watches me find my rhythm.
“Fuck yourself, Ivy,” Callum instructs, and I turn my gaze to him as I slide the vibrator inside, groaning as it fills me.
But the groan, the pleasure, the sensations—they’re all also coming from what I’m seeing.
From the way this man pleasures himself.
From the way he strokes his shaft, how his fingers curl around it, how he grips himself harder, tugs faster.
“Yes, God yes, Callum,” I moan as he picks up the pace. “Love that.”
“I love it too. Love it so much,” he growls, jerking faster, his other hand going to his balls.
I nearly die.
I practically combust.
I’m on fire as he strokes himself furiously while I thrust the vibrator in and out, the butterfly wings fluttering over my clit. I jerk my gaze to Stone, who’s gritting his teeth, breathing out hard.
“You’re so sexy that I’m going to need to slow the hell down,” he says, squeezing the base, staving off an orgasm.
And my God, I want nothing more than for both of them to come on me right now. To come on my stomach, my breasts, my neck.
Maybe even on this tie.
I don’t think Callum cares if this tie becomes collateral damage.
I meet Callum’s eyes. His dark gaze glimmers with passion, with lust, and with something else, something even more powerful—something that I desperately need from him.
I part my lips, staring at the man I adore, my eyes wider than they’ve ever been as the pleasure roars through me, pleasure from the sight of him jacking off, from the sweat forming on his brow, and from the way his chest heaves.
And his jaw clenches.
And his fist tightens.
I lose it.
I just lose control, an orgasm hitting me sooner than I expected, crashing over me as I come hard with the vibrator inside me. I cry out as I detonate, the bliss roaring through my body.
When I open my eyes and remove the toy, I find the two of them looking carnal, hungry.
Like animals.
Like predators.
“Go down on her, Stone. Go down on my woman. Eat her pussy and make her come while I fuck her mouth.”
“Oh yes. Oh, hell yes,” Stone says, moving between my legs. “I bet you taste fantastic, Ms. Carmichael.”
The way he says my name like that, how my employees say it, sends a wicked thrill through me.
Yes, I am Ms. Carmichael, the woman who runs this luxury hotel on the Vegas Strip. The same woman who’s about to have her throat owned by the man she loves while his best friend eats her out.
I am one and the same.