Chapter 42
SOME PATIENCE PLEASE
Ivy
I stare hard at the items on this table without really seeing them. My vision blurs, and my neck goes white hot.
I try to focus on…a set of Calloways. They’re apparently really good clubs and—
Oh god. The pulse flutters faster between my legs.
I swallow, then grab the edge of the table as the speed picks up, and arousal spikes to the top of my soul.
I swallow my sighs as my body sings.
“I’ve been wanting to get a new set of clubs,” Stefan muses to Hayes. They’re both standing across the table from me.
“Me too. But do you like these?” Hayes asks him, and my knees wobble. He must have just hit the remote in his pocket. Now the silent vibrator in my underwear is caressing me like a fucking rock star. I want to close my eyes and moan, but I fight off the onslaught of pleasure.
From over the table, Stefan smiles my way. “Do you like golf, Ivy?”
I breathe out hard, afraid to speak.
“What?” he asks innocently. “I didn’t hear you. Can you turn up the volume?”
And Hayes, the fucker, cranks up the speed in his pocket.
I rocket to the moon. My legs nearly give out as my panties try to destroy all my control.
Pleasure floods every cell in my body. It’s so intense, the insistent, delicious buzzing right inside my panties as they play me in the silent auction room.
Guests float by, mingling and chatting, perusing travel and entertainment packages, golf pro lessons, and bottles of wine, all while my mind spins into bliss, my body racing to the edge.
“Did you say you liked golf, Ivy?” Stefan asks innocently.
My thighs clench. A groan threatens to coast past my lips. “Mini golf,” I bite out so I don’t gasp my pleasure into this room of charity golf attendees.
“So fun, isn’t it?” Stefan asks casually, a smirk shifting his lush lips.
“I love to play,” Hayes adds as the vibe hits me just so, just right, so damn good.
I want to fall apart in their arms. I want to let go. I want to touch them, kiss them, have them. I want to tell them with my lips and my words and my body how I feel with them.
But I can’t.
“I have to go,” I blurt out, then seize my chance. I wheel around, racing out of the auction room and heading straight for the ladies’ room where I tear off the panties. They’re no longer vibrating. Shoving them into my purse, I leave, my skin still tingling, my core still aching.
Down a hall, out the door, onto the course. My heart gallops and my breath comes fast. I march, needing air, needing space, needing to breathe. At the foot of the path, there’s an empty golf cart. I slump down into it, whimpering from the aftereffects of almost coming in public.
But more so, from the sheer pressure of wanting to express myself. Wanting to shout and to moan, to writhe and to whimper. I wanted to just…be with them fully.
But I couldn’t.
Seconds later, I hear footsteps on the path. Two pairs. “Hey, pretty girl.”
I look up. Hayes is here. So is Stefan.
“What’s wrong?” The question comes from Stefan. His voice is warm, full of concern.
“Did we push you too far?” Hayes asks in a tender tone.
I feel wrenched apart. “No. I just…”
The issue isn’t my limits or whether I reached them.
It isn’t about how far my exhibitionist side goes.
It’s about the way I want them. “I want to go home. With both of you,” I say.
I don’t know where home is, but in no time, we’re out of there.
* * *
The second we stumble into Stefan’s home, everything feels right again.
In the foyer, he curls a hand around my throat, pulls me impossibly close.
His lips crush down on mine while Hayes crowds me from behind, brushing lush, open-mouthed caresses along the back of my neck, his nimble fingers exploring the bare skin of my arms, then traveling down to my waist.
I’m caught between them—my safe place. Hayes threads a hand up through my hair, tugging on it as he kisses along my shoulders.
Stefan presses his hand against the hollow of my throat as he devours my lips with a new ferocity.
We consume each other, lips and teeth and hands and bodies colliding. We’re crashing into each other. Them and me, me and them. I’m touched all over, all at once, by them both.
Lust roars up in me again, an engine revved. Unlike at the country club, I’m free. I hold nothing back. I don’t rein in my dirty joy. I’m free to let go, free to give in. Free to be…the woman I’m becoming.
I’m liquid gold under their touch. They melt me with their bruising kisses. Their questing hands. Their strong bodies that feel so right wrapped around mine.
I’m voracious.
I want everything. I want them both to fuck me. And I want it right now.
I wrench my mouth from Stefan’s.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as I meet his gaze importantly, then look back at Hayes behind me. I let my body sink against Hayes’s chest while I wrap my hands around Stefan’s neck. “Fuck me together.”
* * *
I’m aroused from the vibrator play, from the kissing, from the sensual touching, but I want to be ready because this is brand-new territory.
Hayes grabs a bottle of champagne and brings it into the bedroom as Stefan undresses me then sets me down on the white covers of the bed.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he says approvingly as his possessive gaze roams up and down my body, lighting me up.
I’m sitting, and Stefan’s taken off his shirt, but he’s still in his slacks as he climbs onto the bed, kneels between my legs, and then spreads them open. I draw a sharp breath, full of anticipation.
He’s gone down on me before, plenty of times. But the look he gives me—such wicked delight—sends a new charge through me. He dips his face, kissing the inside of my thigh.
As Stefan brushes soft lips along my flesh, Hayes hands me a glass of champagne. I take one drink, then another. The bubbles flow through me, loosening me more as Stefan travels to my pussy.
Then, he French kisses me. A hot burst of pleasure spreads through my body, and I put the flute on the nightstand. I might spill it otherwise, and this champagne is too good. I sink down into the soft pillows, inviting Stefan’s exploration.
“That’s right. You’re doing so well for us.” Hayes encourages as he strips off his clothes and comes around to the bed, joining me, kissing me passionately. His mouth crashes on mine as Stefan flicks his tongue against me, then licks a long, tantalizing path up my wetness.
My brain scrambles from the feel-good sensations coursing through me. I’m delirious from them kissing me everywhere. My limbs feel loose and warm. My body is like honey, and my mind is just floaty.
More kisses collide onto my mouth. More land between my thighs.
I thread one hand into Hayes’s hair as he kisses me.
My other hand slides through Stefan’s strands.
I’m pulling one man to my mouth, the other to my pussy.
It’s an overload of kissing till I spark, the start of an orgasm rushing into view.
Before I know it, I’m gasping against Hayes’s mouth, crying out, and coming apart.
My world blurs into bliss, and I break apart.
As I come down, we separate, and I’m panting, tingling.
Hayes glances at Stefan. “Think she’s ready?”
With a smug smile, Stefan nods. “Yeah, just a little.”
These guys. Their plans. God, it’s so much. And I’m so ready, except for one little detail. “I’m on birth control. And I’ve been tested.”
“I’ve been tested too. Negative,” Hayes says.
Stefan seconds him.
I tell Hayes to lie on his back. He complies, his big body a gorgeous invitation with his miles of golden skin, scars, and tattoos.
I straddle him, stroking a hand along his thick, throbbing dick.
I reach for the lube, then coat his shaft even though I’m outrageously wet.
But I need all the extra help I can get as I sink down on his slick cock.
His jaw clenches, then he grunts, “Yesss. You feel so fucking good.”
His hands clamp over my hips, and he pushes up into me. I wriggle down, letting the pleasure and the pressure wash over me. For a minute or so, we set a rhythm, then I look behind me. Stripped naked, Stefan is kneeling on the bed, stroking his cock, lubing up.
I draw the biggest breath in the world. “Fuck me too.” An electric charge tears through me when I hear my own demand.
“That’s my girl,” he says, then he grips my hips, angling me up.
I’ve researched this. I looked up articles on the best way to take two penises in a vagina at the same time.
But really when it comes right down to it, you don’t know till you try. Here we go.
I lean closer to Hayes, my chest to his, giving Stefan plenty of room. He doesn’t shove his dick into me though. First, he coats his fingers in lube, then takes his time pushing one in.
I hiss in a breath. That’s…extra.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, then adds another.
Oh god. It’s so tight. It’s so much. I tense.
Roaming a gentle hand down my back, Stefan says, “Let me know if it hurts, if you want me to stop.”
“I will,” I say as I nod. But I want it to feel good. I think it will. “Keep going,” I urge. I’m not stopping yet. No way.
He slides his fingers in, then eases them out, fucking me with his fingers while Hayes barely moves his cock. It’s painful, for sure. But it’s also…not.
The possibilities are just out of reach, and I try to move with Stefan as he opens me up. After a few minutes, I’m sweating, and Hayes is a coiled wire of tension under me. But I still…want.
I nod, breathing hard. “I’m ready.”
“Good girl,” Stefan says, then slides out his fingers.
I relax again, but I also feel emptier. Hayes brushes my hair from my face.
“You feel incredible,” he says, and he’s normally the rougher one, the dirtier one, but it feels right to hear him say those words while Stefan nudges the head of his cock against my pussy.
Trouble is, when Stefan pushes in an inch, I tense everywhere, locking up.
Instantly, Hayes kisses my cheek, whispers against my lips, “Breathe, baby.”
I inhale and Stefan pushes in more. Then deeper. “You’re doing so good,” Stefan praises.
“You’re taking us so well,” Hayes encourages me.
But it’s so tight. It’s so much. Sharp spikes of pain radiate through me.
“You okay?” Stefan asks with deep concern.
I bite the corner of my lip, then whisper, “It hurts.”
“Do you want me to—”
I shake my head. “Just go slow, okay?”
A kiss to my back. Hands in my hair. Tender touches. They give me time to adjust to the sensations. I close my eyes, breathe in, out, like I’m doing yoga and moving into a new pose. Like yoga, it can hurt, but this hurts so good.
“More,” I murmur.
Stefan pushes in gently, giving me time to adjust. I nod again. He sinks a little farther.
Pricks of pain flash in me, but they’re followed by tidal waves of pleasure. I feel both at the same time as I take a big, deep breath.
“Look at you,” Stefan murmurs. “So fucking beautiful. So fucking gorgeous.”
Their praise does its part. It opens me up even more.
The hurt starts to ebb. My breath catches, coming up short as my body is stretched to the limit.
I’m so full, and I don’t know if I can take it.
But when Hayes moves a hand down my chest and plays with my nipple ring, I tremble, then gasp his name in a strangled cry.
Like that, Stefan fills me all the way, his cock nestled right against Hayes’s. And wow. This is us. This is what I want. The ache fades more, morphing into the first sparks of pure pleasure.
The man under me meets my gaze. “You’re so fucking good at taking us, Ivy.”
“You look so beautiful stretched like this,” the man above me says.
With their words and their touches, with their praise and their adoration, I relax completely, letting myself feel everything.
This pressure.
This new intensity.
These sensations.
Stefan starts to move faster, doing most of the work. With long, luxurious thrusts, he moves me against Hayes, controlling the three of us. With each pump, Hayes kisses me, pets my hair, coasts his hands over my body.
The uncomfortable sensations wash away. And I’m left with this brand-new bliss as Stefan drives us but I feel like they’re fucking me together.
It’s hard, yes. But it’s sexy. It’s freeing. It’s moving on from the past.
I don’t know how long we last because I lose myself to the slap of skin, the grunts of pleasure, the smell of sex, and the feeling of us.
Soon I’m not thinking about time or anything else but the insistent pleasure racing through me as Hayes plays with my nipples, squeezing and pinching, giving me the last piece that sends me soaring.
This is the opposite of the golf course, where I couldn’t move.
Where I had to be quiet. Here I do nothing but writhe and shout, groan and rock.
Here I don’t hide who I am, what I want, who I need.
As I give in to the pleasure, I break apart, shattering as they follow me, filling me up.
* * *
Sometime later, after we clean up, Hayes returns to the champagne and pours three flutes. We clink glasses, and it feels like a toast to a new and improved us.