Brazen Ivy, page 5
“Smells great in here,” Archer said.
“Absolutely,” Graham agreed
“I’ll have dinner on the table in a few minutes,” I told them as I crossed to the window above the kitchen sink. My breath hitched in my chest. Perched up on a branch of the large oak tree stood Elliott, shirtless and with a smudge of dirt on his face. Damn, he looked good. Hours ago that sexy mouth of his had pressed between my legs while his tongue danced along my clit. As discreetly as I could, I trickled water from the faucet onto my fingers, and splashed a little on the back of my neck to help me cool down.
But I couldn’t drag my gaze away. Wouldn’t. One of Elliott’s summer projects was to demolish the rotting old tree house. He’d avoided the task because it was a hot and dirty undertaking, with little breeze in the dense foliage. Elliott had mentioned he’d tackle the job when he needed to beat back stress. He’d said that as a joke, but my reaction to the heavy-handedness the men had displayed at lunch must have knocked the cool Elliott Murray for a loop. The satisfaction that uncoiled inside me at throwing Elliott off balance should embarrass me. But not a single awkward twinge emerged.
Although c’mon. They’d tossed around phrases like “Elliott discovered her” and “Agreed that anything we’d do with you, we’d do together” without a moment’s input from me. If the prospect of my reaction stresses them out–good. Well deserved.
Graham pushed up the window and leaned over the sink. “Ivy’s got dinner almost ready, and no one plans to wait on your lazy ass,” he called.
Elliott didn’t bother to answer, but tossed down a hammer before climbing off the branch. I shuddered, hating heights. The man looked amazing. Covered in sweat, his muscles rippled as he stretched to reach for his shirt, not bothering to put it on. I busied myself with the final touches of dinner when he came inside the house, but he headed straight for his room, and I’m guessing a shower.
Ten minutes later we all sat at the table. I don’t know why, but I found it difficult meeting Elliott’s eyes. Oh, hello avoidance. We meet again. I wish I’d opened a bottle of wine. A few drinks and my nerves would be steadier for sure. False courage, girl. No, I had to face these next few moments fully cognizant. Last night was a thrill I’d never expected. That fact didn’t make me savor any less the time I lay splayed out on the coffee table, tits out and moaning. I’d ached for their touch. And so much more.
“You guys said everything that would happen begins and ends with me.” Hey, my voice didn’t sound as shaky as I felt.
Elliott’s head lifted, and his gaze met mine. He nodded. “Definitely.”
“I’m not sure how comfortable I feel with the ‘do together’ aspect you discussed at lunch.”
“Not your tune last night,” Elliott pointed me.
“True, but this is very new to me. I won’t want every, uh, encounter to be a group project. Like this morning.” Since he enjoyed reminding me of last evening, I mentioned our prior solo performance.
His lips twisted. “Fair enough.”
“None of us have done anything like this before either,” Archer said.
I tapped my finger on the table. “But you had a plan. You’d mentioned that earlier.”
Graham shrugged. “Didn’t mean we didn’t conduct a little research.”
“And Elliott knew some stuff,” Archer added.
Julio rolled his eyes, but I appreciated the information Archer revealed by accident. I found him charming. But also...just what kind of stuff did Elliott know? He certainly knew his way around a pussy. The man hadn’t needed a map to find my clit.
“Tell me about this research,” I invited.
I became the focus of four very interested males all of a sudden.
Despite our no phone at the table rule, Julio retrieved his. He swiped open his notes program, and I smiled. How like my drone developer to have prepared minutes from previous meetings.
“While we’re together this summer, it’s only ever us. No outside sexual partners.”
I’m contemplating taking on four men. How could I even consider another guy? “Agreed.”
Julio scrolled to the next item on his list. “Condom choice, it’s yours. We’d prefer not to use one, and we’ve all been tested. I’ve got the paperwork in Archer’s safe in his grandpa’s den.”
My jaw fell open. Wow, they’d come prepared. Their care and assurance was sweet and rather impressive. That’s it, only smart engineer types from now on.
I grabbed my wine and gulped a mouthful. “I’m on the implant, so no worries on that front,” I told them.
“We figured you were. We saw the incision on your arm,” Archer added.
“I’m happy to show you my records, but I’ve had all the tests and I’m healthy.” Once I had gained access to the university’s health care facility, I caught up on four years of my exams and tests. Even though I hadn’t dated or had sex since classes began, I’d wanted a full stock of birth control, and the implant made sense. Based on the expressions of the men sitting around the table, I’d be making up for that missed sex. And soon.
Julio’s focus returned to his notes. “Since you’re not comfortable yet with group activities, we’d thought of another option. Days of the week.”
I was already shaking my head. “Nope. No plan. No rotation and never a schedule.” Also, did he say yet?
“What then?” Graham asked.
“I’m aiming for a little spontaneity here, guys. I mean, wouldn’t you rather have something like this than a timetable?”
Julio’s brows drew together. “What’s this?”
I reached for the button on my top. Every male eye in the kitchen followed my movements. After I had that one button undone, I fumbled with the second. And a third.
My shirt gapped open, revealing the good bra I’d worn the night I found out I’d be homeless. They’d missed it that evening, but I’d known. The blush pink tulle with the tiny satin bow ramped up my confidence into the stratosphere. Maybe even placed me on my current path, sitting at a dining room table and slipping out of my top. This bra had a lot to answer for.
I shimmied my shoulders, and the material fell down my back and pooled at my waist. Julio’s harsh intake of breath told me how much he liked the sight of me. Archer let out a faint groan. I ran my fingertips over the lace of the cup. “See? I hadn’t planned to take off my shirt until right before I did. We would have missed this if I’d stuck to some prearrangement.”
Graham flashed me a look full of chagrin. “Well, I can see the advantages to both plans, but I’ll concede your point on this one. I do love a surprise.”
Only Elliott seemed unaffected. But if I closed my eyes, I still felt the swipe of his tongue between my legs. The feel of his shaft. The force of his need when he sunk his fingers into my hair and plunged inside my mouth.
The ice of his eyes melted. He knew. Elliott knew I’d been remembering that moment, and how the orgasm he’d wrought from me had rocked my world. No one in the kitchen could miss the tightening of my nipples or the flush of my skin.
Julio cleared the plates and Archer wiped the dining table. To prepare for another tabletop performance? Elliott topped off my wine as we sat just the two of us.
Graham had disappeared to his room a moment ago. He returned with a deck of cards. “In the spirit of Ivy’s spontaneity, how about a hand of strip poker?”
“Great idea,” Archer called.
“Uh, guys. I don’t know how to play poker,” I admitted.
Graham waggled his eyebrows. “Even better.”
I laughed, but kept up with my protests. “Plus, I’m already down one item of clothing.”
“I don’t see the problem,” Graham replied, making a faux tsking sound. “We try not to make problems where there are none.”
“Thanks for the life lesson, but how about Crazy Eight? Loser still has to lose an item of clothing.”
“Done,” Archer said.
Julio grabbed two beers from the fridge and joined us. He slid the extra beer over to Elliott, and Graham shuffled the cards. I hadn’t played the game since I was nine and at camp, and I lost the first hand right away. And the second.
“Maybe you should have tried the poker. Not that I’m complaining,” he said, taking advantage of my sitting next to him in just my bra and panties with an exaggerated ogle.
After losing my shorts and hair tie in the earlier turns, now was the time to buckle down. I waved my fingers at the cards. “My turn to deal.”
In the third hand Julio lost his shirt revealing his ink of a bird. The beautiful tat reminded me of an Aztec design, but also surprised me. I’d pegged him as too straight-laced for ink. Graham and Archer lost the next two hands of Crazy Eight. The next few rounds left Graham and Julio in just their briefs. Only Elliott remained fully clothed. Sexual tension around the table grew. If this game kept going in the same direction, we’d have some serious nudity happening in a few minutes.
More cards distributed, and more clothing tossed to the floor. Julio dealt the next hand and my string of luck vanished. I’d lost. “Shame to lose such a spectacular bra. Especially since it’s the only sexy one I have.”
“You could always ditch your panties,” Graham offered.
“Thanks for the suggestion.”
Graham smiled. “Happy to help.”
I let the straps slide over my shoulders then reached for the front clasp. I popped the fastener and my breasts spilled forward.
“You win,” Julio said, his voice barely a groan.
I stood, my breasts jiggling. “In that case, I better get out of here while I’m ahead.” Grabbing the wine bottle I fled to my room.
I sipped the rest of the wine staring out my bedroom window, still clad in only my panties. Me leaving like that must have disappointed the guys, but I’d agreed to an entire lifestyle change tonight, so they could handle a little short-term discontent.
Where had the cautious Ivy gone? The one who’d held off on even flirting with Elliott until he no longer tutored me?
Maybe I could blame the heat. Or the short-lived nature of summer. But the idea of our secret intrigued and thrilled me. I slipped off my panties and slid between the cool sheets naked. The wine had made me sleepy, but anticipation fluttered awake in my core. I pinched my nipple and my eyes closed. My other hand lowered and–
No. This wasn’t the way I’d hoped to climax. I longed for the feel of a man’s length thrusting inside me. To revel in the strength of his arms surrounding me. To breathe in his musky scent and draw in his taste. I rolled to my side and tucked my hands beneath my pillow. Yes, my quest for orgasms hewn from my four future lovers began tomorrow.
Chapter 5
I woke up thirsty. Moonlight poured in through the lacy curtains of the window, and I glanced at red glowing numbers on the bedside clock. Not quite four. I’m halfway convinced the clock’s luminosity stirred me. The stillness of the night always intrigued me. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and pulled on a T-shirt so I could dash out for a drink of cold water from the fridge.
Thanks to Elliott oiling every hinge the first day we arrived, my bedroom opened without alerting anyone else. I tiptoed down the hallway and snuck into the kitchen. I’d loved this room the moment I saw it, from its inviting butter yellow walls, white painted cabinets and exposed shelving lined with teacups. After filling a glass from the water dispenser in the stainless steel refrigerator, I crossed to the window to view the nocturnal creatures scurry around outside. That’s how I planned to be the rest of the summer–carefree and allowing the moment to lead me. A luxury I’d never experienced before now.
I left the glass in the sink and spun away from the window. Archer’s lean body filled the doorway. Blocked it. A shaft of moonlight illuminated his face, and I gasped when I saw the open hunger and need etched into his features.
Carefree and allowing the moment to lead me.
Without a second thought to my actions, I marched toward Archer and launched myself against his chest. He caught me against his body and lowered his mouth to mine.
Archer’s forceful kiss seared me, and I drank him in. His palms were rough against my skin and he groaned when he cupped my ass. His erection pushed against me through his jeans and the thin cotton of the T-shirt I wore.
“You’re hot as fuck, Ivy,” he said against my neck. His harsh words thrilled me, and I felt raw with hunger.
He walked us backwards, pivoting to shuffle us into the hallway. He lifted my arms above my head and pressed the backs of my hands against the wall, and I’d understood his silent order to keep them there. Instead of raising my shirt, he grabbed it by the collar and ripped the material in two. His lips sank, and he captured my left breast between his teeth.
My head lolled, and I hissed in a breath. His exquisite rough touch fed my starving senses. Archer overwhelmed me. Took over my body and proved how much I craved him. His fingers delved between my legs, finding my wet heat and stroking me until I moaned.
“Shh, Ivy.” His hand covered my mouth and my eyes flew open. He’d straightened and stared at me. “We don’t want to wake up the rest of the house. You gotta stay quiet.”
I nodded quickly not sure I could keep my promise, but I’d confirm anything to have his fingers between my legs again. I attempted to lower my arms and lead him to my bedroom, but he halted my movements and pressed against me harder.
“Right here,” he whispered, not allowing me to break from his embrace.
“In the hallway?”
He nodded. “Against the wall.”
A moment ago I would have doubted Archer could get me hotter. I already breathed at such a fever pitch that I felt part dragon, but his unrelenting demand left my knees shaky. He hiked up my leg, drew it over his hip and ground against me. I shook as he dragged his tongue below my ear and then nipped the lobe. His fingers, plucking and smoothing over my nipple almost made me keen. I bit my lip to keep silent.
“Condom or no?” he asked against my collarbone, his voice ragged and filled with pent up desire. A desire building between us for months.
“None. I want to feel you slide inside me.” I longed for elemental sex. Skin on skin. Breath mingled. Tongues entwined.
His fingers left my breasts to reach for his fly. The hiss of his zipper followed and then the probing tip of his cock brushed against my clit and all thoughts fled my mind. I only felt. I lifted my hips, aching for the surge of his shaft.
“You good, Ivy? You ready?”
I kicked up my other leg as my answer, locking my ankles behind his back. I gripped his shoulders, loving the play of his muscles beneath my fingertips.
“Arms against the wall,” he warned.
I hated being denied but when I raised my arms, he drove inside me to the hilt with one thrust. The perfect reward. Archer covered my mouth with his, masking my moan.
Deliciously full, my inner walls clamped along his length, adjusting to his delicious invasion. Wave the white flag; I surrender.
“You good, Vi? I’m not hurting you?”
He heated me from within and I melted around him. I pressed my hips upward, needing…needing…
“Ivy?” Archer prompted.
With my eyes squeezed tight I shook my head. I managed to swallow and gather enough of myself together to issue one demand. “More.”
Archer gripped my waist, drew away and plunged forward, rocking me against the wall. My breath came out in a whoosh. I longed to drop my hands and sink my nails into his back, draw blood, make him feel as alive as he made me. But I knew Archer would stop if I challenged his order.
Something thunked in another room, a dropping sound. My eyes flew open and widened when I met Archer’s brown eyes. He’d heard it too and stilled his strokes. Neither one of us moved, his cock still buried deep inside me, my legs surrounding his waist.
The thud of tiny feet crossing the metal roof echoed above our heads, and I bit my lip harder to not laugh. Squirrels. Archer swooped down his head and sucked the lips I held between my teeth into the warmth of his mouth. Like a rocket ship, I hurtled back into the sensual haze he’d created.
“Go,” I said, almost breathless.
“Feels amazing doesn’t it?” he asked. “The risk of getting caught. Knowing one of the guys could discover us at any minute.”
Ahh, so that was Archer’s game. Risk and reward. Not slow or deliberate loving, but raw instinct and doing what felt right in the moment. I wouldn’t wish him any other way. I arched my back and he sunk in deeper, ready for my prize. “Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance, Vi.” His strokes grew harder as he tunneled into my pussy, hitting my G-spot and grazing my clit.
Pressure built and expanded inside me, threatening to spill over. Only, I wanted the tension to explode. I hammered against him, meeting his thrusts.
I worked to drag air into my lungs. “I... I’m...” My head rolled side to side. My hands dropped to his shoulders, bunched and covered in perspiration. I broke his rule, but no longer cared. My body demanded his skin beneath my fingers. I required his touch everywhere–over me, under me, inside me. He ground against my clit with his next thrust and I toppled over whatever edge of pleasure I’d once danced along. Wave after wave of sensation battered my body and still this daring man drove into me without mercy.
My nails dug into his muscle and scratched his skin as I shattered around his length. He buried his face into the side of my neck, and with a deep groan, he erupted.
How long he stood there, holding me and balancing my weight against the wall, I had no idea. Long enough for the air-conditioning to kick on, our scorching energy must have tripped the unit. The circulation from the fan blew over my heated skin.
“If that didn’t wake them up, I don’t know what will,” he said.
I giggled and slapped my hand across my mouth. Now that the lustful headiness had waned, uncertainty reared. Once again I’d veered off that path of group sexuality. Last time caused friction between the roommates. Even if the guys were all okay with, guy on girl alone time, it was one thing knowing there was fucking behind closed doors. It was another walking in on it by accident.
