Brazen Ivy, page 3
For the first time in my life, I felt beautiful and desirable. The sensation was heady, and I sought more of it. I hoped to get drunk on the feeling and never sober up.
I traced around my nipples, drawing them into tight, hard points. My breasts grew heavy and achy. I needed more. I wanted my guys to ache as I did. I reached for the hem of my T-shirt, lifted the material until the cool air drifted over the overheated skin of my belly. My lids fluttered opened and found every male eye focused on my body. On what I’d do next.
With a smirk and a wink I pivoted on my heel, sending my hair flying. They’d have to wait before I bared more of myself to them. There was a reason they called it a striptease, and I planned to torment the hell out of them.
With my back to them, I gave them a little booty shake. As I shimmied my hips, I lowered my hands to the floor. The flouncy material of my skirt shifted exposing the curve of my ass and the inviting lace of my cheeksters.
“Hot damn,” Graham called. Clearly he was an ass man.
That quick peek was all the men would get. I straightened and my skirt slid back into place, hiding any more of me from their gaze. I faced the guys again, but feeling bolder, I no longer needed to close my eyes. No, I loved seeing the tight lines of Elliott’s face as he watched me dance.
The growing bulge in Graham’s shorts.
The way Archer’s brown eyes followed my every move.
How Julio gripped the armrests of his chair, his knuckles white.
Ramped up and turned on, a flush of wet heat surged between my legs. I pushed my hips forward and back, mimicking how I’d meet the thrusts of their bodies as they plunged into me.
Had I just decided sex with these guys was a go? Truth was, I’d accepted that I would the moment I’d agreed to live with them for the summer. It only took me until this evening to realize that fact.
My knees began to shake. I now understood my commitment. I braced my shoulders against the wall and drew in a deep breath, jutting my breasts forward. The material rubbed against my nipples. The flounce of my skirt irritated the skin of my thighs and my panties constricted. I wanted to be naked. Needed to be. I reached beneath my skirt, hooked my fingers around the lace at my hips and tugged the soft silk down my legs. My skimpy underwear dropped to the floor, and I kicked it out of the way.
My gaze strayed to the man who’d always built me up. Offered me a lifeline when I found myself homeless. Encouraged me to believe I could achieve anything, even my dream of being a meteorologist. “Elliott, I need...” I swallowed. “I need...” I tried again, but I couldn’t make sense of what I was feeling.
“I know what you need.” Elliott rose to his feet to tower over me. “Trust me?”
“Always,” I told him, my voice breathless and filled with want.
He cupped my breasts, and the breath left my body in a hiss. His thumb tweaked my nipples and a rush of pleasure made me gasp. “This what you ache for?” he asked.
I nodded, my eyes fluttering closed. But I forced my lids open. No way would I allow myself to miss a moment of these thrilling, heart-racing moments. I longed for this and so much more.
Elliott drew me away from the wall and led me closer to the guys. I didn’t know what he planned, but desire etched along the lines and planes of all of their faces. The rigid stance they held their bodies fed that drunken feeling I’d experienced earlier. Elliott lingered near the coffee table, his fingers grazed the side of my knee. “Lie back,” he instructed me.
I sat on the edge of the table, but the heavy furniture didn’t even creak under my weight. Satisfied, I lowered my back to the smooth wood.
“Ivy, you’re...” Julio’s words trailed off. But he didn’t need to finish his thought. The heaviness of his voice, laced with heat, told me everything. He desired me. They all did. Though I’d already acknowledged I’d soon fuck each one of my roommates, lying on a table before them like a sexual buffet left me shaken.
Elliott stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “Tonight is about you.”
I didn’t understand what he meant, but I liked the sound of it. My shoulders relaxed, and I allowed myself to enjoy this moment. Live this erotic flash in time without thinking beyond this evening. A luxury I’d never experienced before now.
His gentle fingers trailed over my cheek. Elliot traced the shape of my top lip with the pad of his finger. Who knew such a simple touch could be so sensual? My breasts grew heavier as his thumb took over touching my lower lip. I couldn’t help parting my lips and tasting him.
His warm chuckle vibrated through me. “Soon,” he promised. His fingers lowered, pausing to draw the outline of my nipple through my T-shirt.
“Bras are so overrated,” Julio said as the tight tips of my breasts jutted forward unrestrained.
“Oh, but you haven’t seen some of my bras,” I whispered.
Archer laughed. “Can’t wait.”
“We’ll start a fund,” Julio added. And now they knew. Knew that I planned to share with them more than we happened here this evening.
A whimper left my throat as Elliott’s hand shifted lower. A breath lodged in my lungs as he slipped his fingers below my shirt. My stomach hollowed as he lifted the material up and exposed my bared breasts to their eyes.
“Ah, fuck. You’ve got perfect tits,” Graham said. “You sure we can’t do more than just look tonight?”
I almost answered him. I craved Graham’s hands all over me. All of theirs. Elliott’s next words cut me off. “We talked about this. Tonight is just Ivy.”
Graham’s sigh was heavy. “You’re right.”
Curiosity bubbled inside me. They’d discussed this? How? Apparently the four had come to an agreement earlier, but my nosiness vanished when Elliott gave my breasts a gentle squeeze. A wave of pleasure assaulted my senses. Whatever this man had planned for me, I’d trust.
He played with me for a moment, teased me until I squirmed. My skin heated and flushed and if I still wore any panties, I’d be soaking them right now. When he pinched my taut nipple, I almost jerked off the table. Elliott had me wound tight. They all did.
“Don’t worry, Ivy. I’ll take care of you.” Elliott’s voice was pure promise. A pledge he broke when his hands left my breasts. Before I could complain, I felt his fingertips on my thighs. He kneaded the muscles and pressed my knees apart. Then, like he had with my top, he pushed the material up my legs uncovering me in a slow, tantalizing reveal.
Air cooled my heated skin, and I squeezed my eyes as he dragged my skirt up, exposing me fully. I could only imagine how I appeared to them. Stretched out on a table, my shirt shoved up over my tits and my skirt bunched up around my waist. I don’t know what the guys expected. I don’t have the excess cash to keep myself waxed and bare, but I preferred the soft curls between my legs trimmed in a neat triangle.
“Damn, damn, damn,” Julio said in an awed whisper. “This agreement sucks.”
Elliott tapped my thighs. “Spread your legs more, Ivy. Show us that sweet pussy of yours.”
I shifted my legs apart, and Elliott’s tender fingers spread my folds, revealing my most secret places to their eyes.
“Look how wet she is,” Archer said.
I was wet. Filthy wet. Wetter than I’d ever been before. Elliott grazed my clit. I gasped and gripped his wrist.
“You okay?” he asked.
I dragged in two short breaths of air and willed myself to calm. Was this what Elliott meant when he said he’d take care of me? Touch me until I came? Orgasmed in front of everyone?
I forced my shoulders to relax. Loosened the clamped muscles of my thighs. “It’s just been awhile for me. I hadn’t expected...” my confession trailed off.
“Hadn’t expected what?” Elliott asked.
I shook my head. Why did I have to talk? Now that I rediscovered my bearings, I only wanted to enjoy. “Never mind.”
“Ivy. Look at me,” Elliott directed, his voice firm with resolve.
His insistence promised there’d be no more touching until I’d complied with his order. I licked my lips and reluctantly met his gaze.
“Tell me what you hadn’t expected,” he said, his blue eyes boring into mine.
“I didn’t know how good you’d make me feel. How much I, uh...needed this. Tonight.”
The corner of his lip turned up in a smile. “Brace yourself.”
His fingers strummed my clit, gently at first, then building in pressure and speed. His left hand gripped my thigh, pulled my legs apart again. He delved a finger inside me, sinking with ease into my wet heat. He added another finger. My head thrashed from side to side.
“That feels...that feels...amazing.”
“This should feel even better.” He followed up his promise by thrusting his fingers in and out as he continued to tease my clit with his other hand. Tension began to wind deep inside me. With each thrust I grew wetter as the pressure coiled tight within me.
“Julio, I changed my mind. She does need more than my touch. Play with her tits.”
The man needed no further urging and his hands swooped over my breasts. His handling differed from Elliott’s, less...practiced, but no less exciting. It grew harder to breathe and my breath came out in little pants. Elliott continued to tunnel inside me, the slick walls easing his passage, and he added a third finger to feed my impatient need. I fought off the urge to clamp my knees together as that oh, so elusive orgasm taunted me.
“Archer, Graham, I think she needs help keeping her legs apart.” Each man tenderly gripped a leg, exposing me further to their gaze. If I’d been curious of what I looked like before with my clothes pushed aside, how I appeared now must be wild. A woman with her eyes closed and mouth open as her muscles strained in need. One roommate played with my tits, while two others kept my legs parted while a fourth teased my clit with one hand and plunged his fingers inside me with another. The forbiddance of our actions, the overwhelming sensation of their touch, shattered me. A climax unlike any other slammed into me in wave after wave. As my shoulders sagged against the table, Elliott curled a finger within me, caressed my G-spot and a fresh orgasm battered me again.
At last, the waves of pleasure wracking my body dwindled to a mere ripple. The shaking of my arms and legs subsided. With a gentle tug, Elliott pulled his fingers from my slick core. Julio lowered my shirt and Archer and Graham released their grip on my thighs.
None of us moved for several moments. Somewhere in my satiated brain the music pounding from the soundbar registered. For the first time I realized the coffee table didn’t make for a comfortable bed. Not that I’d minded a minute ago.
My cheeks heated as if they were on fire. My arms shot up to cool them with the backs of my hands. Astronauts in space could probably spot the embarrassed flush suffusing my body. I moved my elbows over to cover my breasts. Was I feeling shy around them? The men who’d witnessed me at my most intimate and exposed but also powered me toward the greatest orgasm of my life? Ridiculous for sure, but shy I most definitely felt.
I met Julio’s brown eyes first. If there’d been any kind of smirk or arrogant glance directed at me, I would have lost it. Instead, I only found a half-lidded look of desire. Adoration filled Archer’s face. Graham looked like a man who anticipated his full turn with me, eager and hungry. My gaze connected with Elliott’s cool blue eyes. Once again, his expression remained unreadable.
“Ivy, you are worth the wait.” Then he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the taste of me into his mouth.
Chapter 3
I slept in the next morning. I hadn’t missed a seven o’clock alarm since I’d joined the guys in the cabin, but last night I snoozed like a bear in winter hibernation. The usual cacophony of birds and wildlife outside my window never broke through my dreams. I can’t remember the last time I allowed myself to wake up by nature’s rhythms. No beeping alarm. No disgruntled boyfriend.
With a sigh, I stretched beneath the covers, my muscles relaxed and languid. Everywhere the sheet touched my naked skin I shivered. The big brass bed creaked as I moved, and I found no solace in these four walls painted the shade of a lotus petal.
Flashes of the previous evening raced through my mind. I’d danced for them. Slid my panties down my thighs as they’d watched. Oh, but that wasn’t the worst of it. I’d allowed, no encouraged Elliott to bare my breasts. To lift my skirt and ease my legs apart. Elliott spread the folds of my pussy for their viewing, and I’d only grown wetter. Then my math tutor got me off with his fingers while Julio fondled and tweaked my nipples and Graham and Archer held me steady.
Heat suffused my entire body, and I kicked the floral duvet away with my feet. I scrubbed a hand over my warm cheeks. My gaze strayed to the clock and groaned. It was after ten in the morning. That was some orgasm.
Hell yeah it was. My shoulders shake as I began to giggle. Why was I lying around in bed and feeling weird when I could experience another? Four delicious guys waited just outside my closed door. I shot off the mattress, but my feet tangled in the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. I hadn’t even bothered to put them in the laundry basket by my closet last night. After leaping off the coffee table, I’d fled to the sanctuary of my bedroom.
I stooped and picked up my clothing, but it was only my T-shirt and skirt. I must have left my panties in the living room. Or one of the guys had swiped them. A souvenir? This wasn’t the first time I’d suspected my lacy underthings hadn’t accidentally disappeared. They’d have to set up a panty fund if this continued. For real.
My footsteps sounded hollow on the cool hardwood floor as I padded to my closet and grabbed a silken robe off the hook. I’d practically flown out of bed at the thought of another orgasm, but now I hesitated, gripping the delicate material. Did I really want this to happen?
I slid my arms through the sleeves and hugged the soft fabric of the wrapper to my body. Well, yeah, of course I’d love to come again. Over and over. If Elliott could bring me to that kind of abandonment of my senses with just his fingers, imagine what he could do with his mouth. His cock. Man, oh man, I’d underestimated the smart guys.
But did I long what I suspected the guys desired? The four of us together? Elliott’s words from last night darted through my memories.
“We talked about this.”
“Tonight is just Ivy.”
“Ivy, you are worth the wait.”
They’d been waiting for me to get to their level of engagement. Discussed and planned it amongst themselves.
Yet I knew that if I informed my roommates that our evening together was a mistake and I wished to never speak of it again, they’d respect my wishes. They wouldn’t pressure me to change my mind or guilt me into sex I didn’t want to have. Been there. Done that. Never again.
I’d thought my interest rested only in Elliott, but I’d been fooling myself. I wanted Julio for his sweet, and unfettered exhilaration, Graham for his moody thrill seeking, and Archer for his deliberate need to live in the moment. I just couldn’t admit to myself that I desired all of them. What kind of woman, uh...entertains four men?
Entertains. I smiled at the quaintness of the word, with its almost genteel implications. I’d be fucking four guys. Four sets of hands caressing my skin. Four sets of lips kissing me in my most intimate places. Four different cocks driving me to distraction. A shiver raced across my back. Heat built up between my thighs again. Damn, I ached more this morning than last night.
I ran a brush through my hair, splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth. At the door, I squared my shoulders and reached for the knob. Had I made a decision? I dashed to the chest of drawers and slipped into a thong. I guess I sort of decided.
The house lay quiet; my bare feet near silent as I trekked down the hallway. Being so late in the morning, the guys must be busy with their summer work. But the kitchen smelled like bacon and coffee and I followed the scent, my stomach beginning to growl.
I stopped short when I discovered Elliott leaning against the counter waiting on the coffee to fill his mug. My gasp caught his attention because he glanced my direction, his blue eyes warming as his gaze clashed with mine.
My nerves vanished. The uncertainty I’d experienced in my bedroom disappeared and replaced by carnal want. I don’t even remember launching toward him, but in seconds I stood in his arms with his lips on mine. His electric kiss charged my body and amped me up for more more more. His hands clamped around my hips, drawing me hard against his chest. His cock hardened between us. His tongue delved and explored my mouth, and I gripped his broad shoulders as if he were a lifeline in a storm at sea.
He broke the kiss, his tongue sliding along the sensitive column of my throat. “You taste amazing,” he said, his voice harsh with desire.
I sunk my fingers into his hair; reveling in how I’m free to touch him in a way I’d denied myself those long months of tutoring.
“The taste of you haunted me all night,” he whispered against my collarbone. “I gotta taste you again.”
My knees weakened. I actually fucking went weak in the knees.
“Easy there,” he told me, and then he grasped my hips. I let out a little yelp as he lifted me off my feet and situated me on the countertop. I watched as his long fingers freed the knot of the belt holding my robe together and tugged until the ties slid from the loops and slithered to the ground. Elliott parted the silk at my neck and pushed the material down my shoulders to expose my breasts. His gaze zeroed in on the hardening tips, and I thrust my tits toward him.
I sucked in a breath as he stroked the swell of my breasts with the back of his fingers. He grazed a nipple, smiling because he’d caused the point to pucker. “Fuck you gotta a great rack. At first, I couldn’t wait until sweater season ended. Then it got warmer, and that’s when you started wearing the low-cut stuff. That was a whole new kind of torment.”
He fondled and squeezed and cupped my breasts until my heart raced and my breath grew thready. Then he lowered his head and sucked my nipple into the warmth of his mouth. My eyelids fluttered shut and my head lolled to the side. The nerves in my body awoke and focused every sensor where he sampled. My soft moans filled the kitchen. If our roommates worked in the cabin, they couldn’t miss the sounds of my pleasure, but I didn’t mind. The moment his lips grazed my skin I ceased caring. I ached to feel his hands. His lips. His cock. Anything Elliott offered me I’d take like the greedy girl I am.
