Chapter 27
A NEW COCKTAIL
Ivy
I have a sex plan for our second night together. Well, after I try not to gawk at Stefan’s palace.
But I fail because…wow.
“It’s good to be the captain,” I say in awe, staring wide-eyed up at the massive ceilings, two stories high.
A modern chandelier hangs down, all sleek lines and glass.
My gaze swings to the windows on the far side of the massive living room—floor-to-ceiling ones that offer an uninterrupted view of the city, the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance, and the vast bay beyond.
“It’s home enough,” he says, and that enough is doing a lot of the emotional work in that sentence. I want to ask what he means, but Hayes’s hands come down on my waist, and his body presses to my back. I file away that enough for another time.
“Mmm. The way you smell,” Hayes murmurs, then drags his nose along my neck. “Like berries and candy, and I just want to fucking eat you up.”
“Patience,” I murmur as Stefan turns around in the foyer and joins us, lining his big frame against my front.
I’m sandwiched by these two teammates and my brain is already frying.
But I’m not going to let them lead tonight.
I shake off the lust. “There’s something I want to do first. Can I be in charge? ”
“What do you think, Stefan?” Hayes asks his friend.
“Sure. Give her fifteen minutes.”
That ought to do the trick.
* * *
We don’t bother with the bedroom. In the warm living room that belongs in a Scandinavian design showroom, Stefan busies himself with his phone, hunting for a playlist, while Hayes strips by a massive U-shaped couch, me standing next to him.
When I’m down to my black lace panties, I push Hayes’s briefs off so I can say hello to his cock.
My mouth waters at the sight of his ambitious erection, but first things first. “I didn’t get to check out your ink on our wedding night,” I say, sinking down on the couch so I can admire the artwork in person at last, tracing my thumb along the constellation.
Five finely drawn stars curve down his hip. “Did it hurt?” I ask, as I run a finger reverently over the blue ink right below his hip bone.
“No, but my dick will hurt if you don’t give it some attention now.”
I drop to my knees, straighten my back, and gaze up at him, a soft smile on my lips. He might like to give orders, but I know he likes when I talk back too. “Does this work for you?”
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, then runs a hand over my hair. “So fucking much.”
Music fills the room, and it sounds like The Weeknd. “Do you want Stefan to watch me suck your dick?” I ask the naked man in front of me.
Hayes trembles. He actually trembles as he slides a hand down his cock, squeezing the tip as an offering. “Bet you’d love it more if he was jerking his cock at the same time.”
A shudder racks my body from head to toe. I’m lit up with desire. “Yes.”
“But you’re not really in charge, Ivy,” Hayes says in a predatory tone as he grabs my discarded bra from the couch.
He dangles it in front of me. “Tie her up,” Hayes commands Stefan.
I gasp, then say, “Please.”
“You heard her,” Hayes says.
Stefan moves behind me, kneeling as he tugs my wrists together.
“I can’t fucking wait,” Hayes says, smacking my face with his dick as Stefan wraps the lacy straps around my skin, binding my hands. “Open up.”
I comply, parting my lips as Stefan gives a final check of the restraint. “She’s good to go,” he remarks.
“Thanks, man,” Hayes says amiably, then turns his gaze back to me, his eyes darkening. “Take it now,” Hayes orders, his rough demand sending a jolt of pleasure to my core.
I dart out my tongue, catching the salty, musky taste of Hayes while Stefan rises and comes around to stand next to him. Stefan tugs at the bottom of his tight burgundy polo, pulling it up. Hayes ropes a fist in my hair as I put my mouth on his dick.
One man strips for me while another feeds me his cock. It’s a feast for my eyes and my mouth. I draw the head of Hayes’s dick past my lips with a loud suck.
“Look at you. Look at those sexy lips,” Stefan praises, undoing his jeans as I show him how well I can suck his friend. “That’s right. Do a good job, sweetheart, and I’ll let you have mine too.”
I squirm, feeling warm and pliant, eager for more. With only my mouth to use, I focus on Hayes, relishing his groans as I draw him deeper. His gaze is heated, dark flames in darker eyes as he watches me. “Those perfect lips were made for my dick,” he growls.
I preen at the compliment, opening wider. Hayes pushes in deeper, watching my lips stretch around him. He’s a big man with a hungry cock, and I want to please him. I arch my back so I can inch closer. Hayes reads my cues, and pumps a little harder, a little faster.
“You’re doing so good,” Stefan murmurs.
My gaze drifts to him, and he’s parked on the couch in his naked glory, fisting his cock. God, it’s a gorgeous sight, my secret boyfriend watching me suck off my public husband.
I feel good everywhere, goose bumps sliding over my skin as Hayes tightens his grip on my hair. His eyes squeeze shut. For a few seconds, he stays like that, almost frozen, as if he’s trying to decide how hard to go next.
When he opens his eyes, there’s coiled restraint in them. With a huff of his breath, he pushes my hair all the way over to one side and then thrusts. “Let me fuck your face hard, baby,” he demands.
I tremble, nodding a fast yes, since I can’t speak with my mouth full. But Stefan speaks for me. “Turns you on, doesn’t it, worshiping his dick?”
I gush, nodding around Hayes’s cock in answer. Turns me on so much that I want them to know exactly what I want. I jerk my face back, letting go of the cock in my mouth for a hot second to look up at Hayes. “Can you come on my face?”
With a carnal rumble, he hisses out a yes. “All over your perfect mouth, baby.”
I take him back in.
As Hayes fucks my mouth, I’m drowning in lust, even when I cough, even when he asks if I’m okay and I nod a yes. I’m flooded with the eagerness to please him. Stefan shuttles his fist faster, stroking harder, watching my mouth work his friend’s cock.
“Fucking beautiful, sweetheart. You’re so fucking good at that. You look so lovely taking his dick,” he says.
I want Stefan too. Desperately. But I won’t let go of Hayes. Somehow, Stefan understands my unspoken wishes, since he tilts his head, then curves his lips. “Bet you want us both to come on that pretty face.”
My eyes roll back in my head, and I nod savagely as I suck, my eagerness stoked by how he understands my desires. How he fans the flames.
Then Stefan’s up on his feet, moving next to me, his free hand wrapped in my hair too. There’s one on each side of me. Both men are touching my face, claiming my hair.
While I’m on my knees with my wrists bound behind my back, my breasts bouncing, one man fucks my mouth while the other jerks his cock. Both of them use me for their pleasure.
This is what I wanted tonight. To be used.
I’m rocking my hips, too, aching for another high of my own. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking dirty. You fucking love it, don’t you?” Hayes rasps out.
So much it’s obscene.
My panties are soaked as Hayes pumps his hips, grips my head, then draws a sharp, harsh breath. “Gonna come,” he warns, then pulls out, his fist flying along his length. “Take it. Fucking take it.”
I open my mouth, and seconds later, he’s painting my face with his come, hot strands landing on my cheek, my lips, my tongue. His sounds are feral.
I’m shaking everywhere with lust, but I don’t dare swallow as I turn to Stefan and stick out my tongue. He steps closer, gives a final jerk of his cock, then spills his release, too, on my waiting tongue.
Then, I look up at the men before me, roll my lips together, and swallow their pleasure at once.
A perfect cocktail of the two of them.
When I part my lips to smile, they both look like they’re in a daze, drunk on me.
I’m drunk on pleasure, struggling to break free of my lingerie restraint. Hayes moves behind me, unbinds me. Immediately, I jam a hand between my thighs to touch my throbbing clit, but Stefan barks out a “no.”
It’s a stern order from the gentler one.
I stop, obeying.
“Clean her up,” Stefan says to the other man.
Hayes leaves the room and returns seconds later with a wet washcloth. With tender hands, he wipes my face with it as Stefan rubs my wrists soothingly. When Hayes sets down the cloth, Stefan is firm again. This time, his tone is directed to me.
“Get on the couch, spread those beautiful thighs, and let your husband eat that sweet pussy. He hasn’t had a chance to taste you, and that’s just not fair, now, is it?”
“It’s not,” I say.
They strip off my panties and lay me down, my head in Stefan’s lap, my body stretched along the big couch. Hayes crawls down the cushions, spreads my thighs, and brushes his stubble against my inner thigh.
I cry out, then I murmur as Stefan leans down, strokes my face, and brushes feather-light touches to my arms, shoulders, and breasts while Hayes kisses a hungry path up to my pussy.
When he reaches my slick center, he growls.
And one man eats my pussy while the other lavishes sensual attention on my face, my hair, and my tits, caressing me.
Stefan adores me while Hayes devours me.
Soon, I’m parting my legs wider, letting Hayes shove my thighs apart with his hands as Stefan kisses me like I’m the star of the show.
And really, as pleasure pulses through me, swirling tight in my belly, I am.
I am kissed everywhere by them, my body aching with pleasure, with the promise of impending bliss, and soon I can’t hold back. I cry out against Stefan’s lips on mine, thrust against Hayes’s mouth on me, and shatter into a million pieces from their filthy devotion.
I think I’m going to like having a temporary husband and a secret boyfriend very, very much.
* * *
Later, in bed, I feel fizzy and soft until I remember something. I sit up, alarmed. “Roxy!”
I need to go. Yes, Jackson’s home, but she’s mine, and I can’t leave her. She hasn’t even had her daily sock.
Hayes swings his legs out of bed, setting a firm hand on my stomach. “Stay. I’ll get her.”
* * *
Thirty minutes later, he returns, and the scrabbling of paws and the whimper of my cutie makes my heart expand.
I toss her my sock. She grabs it and then whips her snout left and right, hunting for a sock hiding place.
But she doesn’t have one here yet, so she gives me a help please look.
I scoop her up, wrestling the sock away.
We get back into bed, and my little cinnamon love scampers across the dove-gray comforter.
She gives a kiss to Stefan, then Hayes, then sighs contentedly and curls into a tight ball against my neck.
“Guess she likes both of you too,” I say, then I add, “Think…San Francisco.”
Hayes shoots me a what are you talking about look.
“That’s your hint.”
Stefan chuckles. “Ah. The mascot hint. But we didn’t give you three orgasms.”
I grin. “I said three. Not three for me. We each got one.”
Stefan wraps an arm around me and kisses my cheek. “Hope you enjoyed dessert.”
“I know I did,” Hayes says, turning the other way to, presumably, sleep on his stomach.
I close my eyes, having enjoyed the marital benefits indeed.