17. Ivy
IVY
First things first.
Another drink.
Stone knocks back half the glass in seconds, declaring it delish.
I watch them from my spot on the floor, on my knees, still fully clothed and wearing Callum’s tie.
Stone gazes at me, smiling a satisfied grin. “Hot AF.”
“Same to you.”
“Are we going to finish what it looks like you started here?” Stone asks.
Callum crosses the carpet to me and threads a hand through my hair. “I bet you want us in your bedroom. So you can lie back on your luxurious sheets, your soft pillows, your massive bed. Am I right, beautiful?” It’s a question, but the man knows he’s got it in one.
Still, I answer anyway. “The bedroom,” I say, thinking of what I left waiting on the covers.
We make our way there, Stone shedding his T-shirt and jeans as we go. And once we arrive, I stand in front of the bed with both men, regarding the display.
It’s not much, but I left out some playthings for tonight—a purple vibrator and lube.
I’m thoughtful like that.
Jerking off is easier with lube.
“It’s top-shelf lube, gentlemen,” I say, wiggling my brows, and holy shit. I feel powerful right now.
And it feels so damn good.
It doesn’t feel like a split. I’m not trying to reconcile both sides of me.
It feels true to be saying what I want, telling them what I crave. So, I keep going.
“I want you both to take my clothes off,” I say.
“But leave the tie on,” Callum says, moving behind me, sliding his hands around to my waist, lifting my top from the hem while Stone brings those long fingers—fingers that strummed and played all those epic songs tonight—to the button and zipper on my leather pants.
He unzips me while Callum lifts my top over my head, keeping the tie loosely knotted and in place.
I step out of my heels, but once my pants are off, I slide my feet back into the shoes.
Shoes make me feel powerful. And I’m learning I love the power of my own sexuality, that contradiction between letting them take control and also owning my wants and desires, even knowing what they’re going to do to me, what I’ve asked them to do.
When I’m down to only my black lace bra, panties, and heels, as well as my lover’s tie, I move to the bed as Callum kicks off his pants again.
I sink down in the pillows, staring at my two beautiful men. One is tall and broad; the other is tall and sinewy.
One has short, neatly combed hair.
The other’s hair is wild.
Thick, hard bulges tent their boxer briefs. Both are aroused, ridiculously aroused. Just like me.
I’m soaked here in my lace panties on my bed as the two men stare unabashedly at me.
I turn to Callum, my voice as desperate as my body. “Take my panties off. My bra too. Please. ”
“With so much pleasure.”
He comes closer, unhooks my bra, and stops to grab my tits, giving both a rough tug that makes me yelp.
It’s a reminder.
A reminder that there is pleasure and pain.
Dominance and submission.
That I want all of it. That I can have it all.
He tugs my panties down over my knees, my ankles, and he tosses them to Stone, who catches them effortlessly. “She smells incredible,” Callum says to his friend. “Inhale her.”
I heat up even more.
Stone brings the lace to his nose, and moans around the panel of my panties. “ Delicious . You’re gonna let me taste you, sweet thing, aren’t you?”
I nod, breathing hard, desire pulsing through me in waves. “But first, I want to see you both naked. I want to suck your cocks.”
And in a heartbeat, their boxer briefs are gone, and two stunning men are climbing onto my bed, one on each side of me.
I rise, kneeling before my two men, my shoes still on, Callum’s silk tie dangling between my breasts.
They feel fitting, my twin accessories. Fitting for my wants, and fitting for my heart.
But as my eyes swing from the rock star to the bodyguard, from my new friend to my one-night lover, I don’t know where to start.
I’m frozen with indecision. Who do I pleasure first?
A hand slides up my spine. A familiar hand.
Warm, big, and comforting. Callum’s fingers reach my hair, sliding into my tresses.
I shiver as he tightens his fingers around my locks, then jerks my face to his.
He yanks me against his lips, brushes a soft, tender wisp of a kiss on mine, then whispers hotly, “Suck him off while I play with your pussy. Get on your hands and knees now.”
A blinding wave of lust crashes over me as I do what he says.