Brazen Ivy, page 4
He swirled his tongue around my nipple and my hips twitched. “You love that, don’t you?”
“So much.” My admission hung heavy with passion.
“Your pussy wet?” He asked against my skin.
I nodded.
“Show me,” Elliott ordered.
It hurt like hell to pull away from him, but I gripped the edges of the robe where it pooled at my hips and yanked, revealing my legs and the red lacy thong hidden from his view.
He reached out and traced the line of material circling my waist. “I used to imagine the color of panties you wore as I explained how to solve for X at my kitchen table.”
My stomach fluttered at the picture his words weaved about me. All those weeks he’d longed me, while I’d thirsted for him. We’d wasted so much time. Too much time.
“If I really wanted to torment myself, I’d think about you going without. Nothing to block my fingers if I caved to temptation and reached under your skirt. What you pranced around in last night blew my mind, but this is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
I made a mental note to wear nothing but lacy thongs from now on.
“Spread your legs,” he told me and I scrambled to comply. It was his turn to suck in a breath as his gaze fell to the wet gusset of my thong. “You soaked it.”
I might come from the primal wonder in his deep voice. Except I remembered how exquisite Elliott made me feel. He stroked the fabric that separated him from my pussy. Once. Twice. “More,” I urged, my word more moan than English.
He slid the damp cloth to the side and sunk a finger inside me. My muscles clamped as he stroked me. His warm breath tickled the curve of my ear as he bit the lobe then whispered, “Don’t come.”
“Then don’t make me wait,” I challenged, and he chuckled.
“Going to be like that, huh?” He maneuvered me at an angle so I lounged along the top of a cabinet. An open feast for him. His fingers tightened around the thin strap of lace at my hips. He stretched the fabric taut until the sound of ripping cloth masked my heavy breathing for the briefest of moments. With a flick of his wrist, he sent what remained of my panties sailing across the hardwood floors of the kitchen.
He positioned his thumbs between my thighs and parted the folds of my pussy tenderly. “Fuck you’re so hot. I jerked off last night with your panties. They were still wet. They still smelled of you.”
That explained their disappearance. The image of him rubbing up and down his cock with my discarded silk sent a tremor through my core. “Touch me,” I said, almost begging. I danced along the edge of an orgasm. So close I might tip over the edge by just his words and the picture they’d painted. Only I didn’t want to come solo. I craved his hands, his finger, his mouth driving me to climax.
He lowered his head and licked me from core to clit. Already the shivers quaked through me. “You want to come, don’t you, Ivy?” he asked, circling the tight bud of nerves with his tongue.
My nod was frantic. I couldn’t find the words to speak with my body so focused on my cunt.
He chuckled again, and that soft sound of pure male satisfaction at his effect on my senses made me quiver and tremble. He slid a finger into me, and my hips lifted to meet his thrust. “So impatient,” he tsked, but he added a second finger, anyway.
Elliott stroked me, and sensation burned from the inside out. “I planned to make you wait, drive you crazy but the taste of you...” His words trailed away as he sucked my clit between his lips. He teased and stroked and sucked again. When he sunk in a third finger, he sent me over the edge. I tumbled toward bliss, my hands clamping around his head, allowing no escape as he lapped at my entrance.
Finally, the tremors subsided and my lids fluttered open. He stared at my body, nipples tight points, my thighs spread and pussy drenched. To keep his mouth against me, I’d gripped his head leaving his hair tousled. His blue eyes burned almost black with hunger and need, and I’d never spied a more gorgeous man. His cock bulged against the fly of his jeans as he stood between the V of my legs.
I must make him feel. Feel as amazing as he’d made me. My fingers trembled as I reached for his belt, but his hands blocked my fumbling attempt. “You don’t have to,” he began, but the quick shake of my head stilled his words.
“I want to,” I told him. I slid off the countertop and dropped to my knees, my face inches from his cock. I’d always hated this position. The stance felt subservient, a woman bowing before a man giving him sole pleasure.
I no longer believed that. Maybe because for the first time, I wanted to gift a man with an orgasm so strong he’d never forget the sensation of my lips on his shaft. The clasp jangled as I unbuckled his belt. My fingers steadied as I released the button and slowly lowered the fly.
Elliott’s dick sprang forward, long and hard and so beautiful I ached to draw him into my mouth. He moaned as I licked the head of his cock, then flattened my tongue against his hardness and drew a line from tip to the base of his balls. His harsh, animalistic groan sounded like music to my ears. I couldn’t wait to hear that growl again. To drive that ragged moan from deep in his chest.
I gripped my hand around his shaft, gave him a few pumps as I sucked the tip of him in my mouth. The muscles of his ass tensed and I knew he was close, and I’d barely even started. Had going down on me brought him to such a fever pitch? Did I wield this kind of influence over his most basic drives?
He hands dropped, and he wrapped my hair around his fingers, pulling a little. The sting to my scalp should hurt, but I reveled in the how out of control his reactions had grown. Elliott Murray could never harm me, so I’d keep this discomfort to myself. I laved up and down his cock and focused on licking the sensitive spot below the crown.
“Ivy, I gotta... I gotta...”
I strengthened my grip on his shaft and stroked his balls, loving how he struggled to make sense.
His hands tightened on my head, stilled my movements. “I gotta fuck your face. That okay?” I nodded, and his breath exploded from him in a harsh pant.
“Thank fuck.”
He pushed and thrust into my mouth, going deeper than when I’d been in control. Elliott pounded into me, his cock hitting at the back of my throat. I’d never have thought it possible, but his dick grew thicker and harder as he pumped. With a sharp grunt he came, spilling his hot load.
“Take it. Take all of me,” he commanded, but I doubted he realized his breathless orders given between thrusts. I swallowed his cum, lapping at his cock as his hold of my head slackened.
I sat back on my heels gazing up at him. His face was a tight mask of concentration; his beautiful eyes hidden from me. His dick–
Whack! Both of us jerked at the loud bang against the wall. Graham stood outside the kitchen, his green-eyed gaze riveted on us. His hands fisted at his sides and anger rolled off him in waves. Behind him lingered Julio. And Archer.
With a yelp I scrambled for my wrapper, desperate to cover myself.
“Asshole,” Graham said, his one word bitter and full of ire, but also hurt. With a final glare at Elliott, he stalked down the hallway.
I felt exposed and uncertain. I tugged the robe tight around me as I rushed to my room, racing past Archer and Julio.
“Ivy, wait,” Elliott called from behind me.
I heard the jangle of his belt buckle as he worked to right his appearance, but I didn’t slow. I slammed my bedroom door and launched onto my bed. I yanked the covers over my head and hugged my pillow to my chest. Maybe I could fall asleep and forget. But the taste of him still lingered in my mouth.
Chapter 4
Hunger eventually forced me from my bedroom. Raised male voices drifted in through the walls to my room, as well as the slamming of the front door. Now, several hours later, I heard only silence. It must be safe to grab something to eat.
I slipped into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and left my room. Instead of an empty house I discovered all four of the guys sitting around the kitchen table, drinking beer, smiling and talking in low tones.
My shoulders relaxed and the knot in my stomach loosened. The last thing I’d ever wanted to do was to cause stress between them. I took a tentative step inside. My lips curled into a smile then it all hit me–my outrageous actions of the past twelve or so hours. It’s like I’d forgotten my addition to the tension between us.
So far I’d staged a provocative dance for them. Stripped. Came while Julio played with my tits, Archer and Graham held my legs apart and Elliott tormented my clit. But I wasn’t through yet. Oh, no. Then I’d reclined on the marble-topped kitchen counter while Elliott ate out my pussy. My follow-up performance really lit up the room–deep throating the man where the others could stumble upon us. And had. All of them.
My throat tightened and my smile faded, and I began to back away. “Uh...”
Archer stood, his strides ate the distance between us. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to go. Stay.”
But I shook my head. “Maybe later.”
Understanding flickered in Archer’s brown eyes. “I can see you’re worried, but you have nothing to be anxious about. Honest.” He extended his hand to me. “C’mon.”
My eyes narrowed as I studied his face. Then Julio’s and Graham’s. I left Elliott for last. None of them appeared angry, or even remotely uncomfortable. A couple of pizza boxes lay open on the middle of the table, with several yummy looking slices left. Pepperoni. My favorite. My stomach grumbled. Decision made. I placed my hand in Archer’s and he led me to an empty chair.
Julio tossed two pieces of pizza onto the remaining clean plate and the guys passed it toward me. There’d been five plates. They’d planned on me eating with them. My heart warmed in my chest. To work through concern about yesterday or ask me to leave? My heart chilled. Until this moment, I hadn’t realized how much I’d hoped to stay here at the cabin. And not because of the room and board for the cost of my cooking. I genuinely liked these four men and enjoyed spending time with them.
I covertly studied them again after taking a bite, but none of the guys seemed tense or worked up. I’d think if they planned to kick me out of the cabin they’d at least seem edgy. “You really aren’t mad?” I asked, wadding my napkin into a tight little ball under the table where they couldn’t see.
“Nope. What we did last night happened ahead of schedule,” Archer said.
I lifted a brow, and my back went straight. “Schedule? A schedule for what?”
Julio rolled his eyes and shot an irritated glance in Archer’s direction. “He’s not explaining this very well. What he’s trying to say is we wanted...we’d hoped something like last night would happen. We’d planned on giving it more time. You getting more comfortable with us so things wouldn’t be awkward.”
“Like they are right now,” Graham added.
“Awkward is one word for it.” The guys laughed at my rueful tone.
“You’re just so beautiful, Ivy,” Elliott said. “When I saw you dance last night, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted you for too damn long.”
His eyes, usually a cool ice blue, heated. I felt myself tumbling under his spell.
Focus. No tumbling until you understand Archer’s meaning. I shook my head in an attempt to sharpen my thoughts. “Julio said planned and Archer mentioned a schedule. Did you have an arrangement worked out ahead of time? Last night wasn’t spontaneous?”
The guys glanced at one another. Red tipped Graham’s ears. Julio and Archer shuffled their hands like I’d caught them touching something forbidden. Elliott remained stoic as always.
“Well, yeah,” Archer finally said. “There’s not a guy with a working dick who wouldn’t fuck you, Ivy.”
“We wanted you to want us, too.” That came from Julio. He lifted his hands, showing me his palms. “Of course if nothing happened we’d understand and move on. We like you, Ivy. You’re funny and cook like an angel. The whole vibe is better when you hang around. Whether you fucked us, our deal stayed the same.”
Something in his words made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. “Fucked? You said fucked. Not fuck.”
Elliott cleared his throat. “Fuck us or not, nothing changes unless you want it to. We won’t leave you homeless.”
My apprehension lessened. If I screwed this up, I’d lose my tutors, my room and board for the summer and four guys I’d enjoyed spending time with. Even so, something seemed off. I turned toward Graham. “If us being together was part of your plan, why were you so mad at Elliott this morning.”
The two guys shot a look at one another. “You want to tell her?” Graham asked, his tone sharp and annoyed.
Elliott sighed and gave a tight nod. “Because we’d agreed that anything we’d do with you, we’d do as a group.”
Group? My mouth opened and closed. Opened again. Closed again. “Why?” I managed to squeak out.
“To stave off any jealousies,” Graham replied, making his reaction this morning more understandable.
“So you agreed, and you decided,” I asked, wanting to be clear on what I’d heard.
Uncertainty filled Julio’s eyes. “Uh...yes?”
“Shouldn’t it be me who agreed, and me who decided?” There would be no mistaking the edge to my voice.
The guys began to nod. A flush tinged Graham’s cheeks as he rushed to reassure me. “Of course.”
“Everything that would happen begins and ends with you, Ivy,” Elliott added.
Good. They needed reminding of my place in this scenario. I wouldn’t accept any heavy-handedness when it came to my body. I was through with that.
Wait. Was I considering this? Taking on all four men as lovers? And just what exactly did at the same time mean?
Desire slammed into me, and I clamped my thighs together under the table. My body must have determined a group sex project was a fantastic idea.
One more question lingered. “If you were united in this plan, why did only Elliott start off touching me last night?”
“Because he discovered you,” Archer said. His eyes widened as he realized his explanation made me sound like an item in the lost and found. “Oh, Ivy. I didn’t mean...”
I rose to my feet, grabbing my pizza plate. “I think I’ll finish this last piece in my room. I have some thinking to do.”
I felt their gazes on my back as I left the kitchen. They kept silent until I closed my bedroom door with a definitive click. I couldn’t make out what they said, but their words remained subdued and defeated, as if they believed they’d failed convincing me.
I finished the last slice on my plate and began to pace. If I’m being honest with myself, I liked all four of them. They were smart. And funny. They were considerate and cared about me. I came twice before Elliott even considered his own needs. A woman could do worse in a lover and I gained four in the bargain.
My lips twisted. Four men. At once.
Okay, not at once. I mean…coming in front of them was hot. Damn, thinking of it made my skin heat and my nipples tighten. But if I’m being honest, a five-body fuckfest wasn’t something I’m ready for. The guys wouldn’t be content to just watch as one man had the fun. My friend Gemma said I was too puritanical for my own good. I doubted she’d anticipated this kind of...debauchery my roommates invited me to participate in.
Why not?
That tiny, tempting voice challenged me. I had four guys who wanted me. Want to give me orgasms. Why not? Could I only come up with one reason not to other than someone else thinks I shouldn’t?
The sound of the guys straightening up the kitchen filtered into my bedroom. In a few moments they’d leave, heading back to their afternoon tasks. I’d be alone in the cabin for a few hours, but did I want to be?
Before, I’d relished my solo time. As the guys worked, I played around on the computer or watched a show on that big ass TV screen in the living area. Now I almost hated them leaving and being by myself. Lonely.
Guess you have your answer.
I guess I did.
I prepared a pretty kicking dinner for this evening if I say so myself. I wanted tonight to be a feast for the taste buds in order to seal the deal on the rest of the summer being a feast for the senses.
Julio returned to the cabin first, his glossy dark hair wet. “Did you go swimming?” I asked.
He remained quiet for a moment, studying my mood. “No, I had to jump into the lake to untangle some cables hooked to the submersible. But don’t worry, I rinsed off in the shower outside.” He adopted the same, matter-of-fact conversational tone I’d used.
Some relative of Archer’s had hoped to avoid traipsing muddy water from the lake and into the house, so had installed an outdoor shower surrounded by tall pine trees. The luxury rainfall showerhead tempted me, but sluicing bodywash and water over my skin in the great outdoors might be a touch exhibitionistic. Now I can’t get the idea out of my head. My own little not-so-private bath show. My stomach fluttered.
Good grief, Ivy. Get it under control. “Dinner should be ready in ten,” I told him.
His eyes widened when he saw the table set with fresh flowers. While the log cabin appeared rustic, Archer’s family kept it well stocked and lacked for nothing. In the cabinet, I discovered a full set of vintage china, with a border of delicate leaves and forget-me-nots and silver edging. I’d gone all out dressing the table with the fancy cloth napkins and lighted candles that created dancing shadows onto the wall. “Feels like I should be fancier,” he said, indicating his T-shirt and board shorts.
“You’re good. I just wanted to make it nice.”
The door opened and a moment later Graham and Archer walked into the kitchen. Graham carried a package under his arm, so the pair of them must have run into town to pick up the parcel at the post office. Graham reviewed a lot of games and products online, so he received a shipment every few days.
