31. Ivy

31

IVY

I didn’t have a single inhibition left.

I propped myself up on my elbows, brazenly watching James and Logan strip. My mouth went dry as James reached behind his shoulder blades to pull a fistful of his shirt forward. The careful way he folded up his glasses and placed them on the bedside table. His stiff cock, curving upward, the head a deep pink. I wanted to stick my tongue in that little slit until precum spilled out of it for me.

My gaze swung across to Logan. His bicep flexed as he undid his belt with one hand, never taking his eyes off me. It whipped loudly through the air as he pulled it through the loops and my pussy clenched instinctively in response.

That was so unfairly hot.

A faint smile teased his lips. He was reading my mind and I was going to combust at any moment now.

I admired the dark hair across his chest and belly, trailing down to his cock hanging between his legs. The velvet skin was stretched tight over his hard shaft, veins pulsing along the heavy length.

Logan sank down on the bed and I immediately clambered all over him. I was slippery all over and he kept losing his grip as he tried to grab hold of me. He finally got a good palmful of my ass just as my oiled breasts glided over him.

“I’m in heaven right now,” Logan groaned. “I swear to god I’m in heaven right now.”

The bed dipped as James joined us. He traced the arch of my back and my hips rose in the air. He yanked me towards him, dragging me further down Logan’s body. Putting me in the perfect position to wrap my hand around my alpha’s cock. I teased and stroked, enjoying every muttered curse I could draw out of him.

My movements stuttered at the first lick of James’ tongue on my pussy. I immediately pushed back, wanting more. The bath, being fed, two massages — it had been the longest foreplay session in existence and I needed to come badly.

“That feel good?” Logan asked affectionately. His big hand braced around the back of my neck. He guided his cock towards me, letting the engorged head rest on my bottom lip. I opened my mouth obediently, trying to focus as James used his fingers to slide apart my pussy lips. The sensations ensnared me as he lapped at me. Drawn out. Wet. His warm breath fluttered over my sensitive flesh. I cried out and it allowed Logan to slide his cock past my lips.

He stretched and filled my mouth. My jaw slackened, my tongue swirling. I tasted salt and sweat, each steady inhale full of his resinous, forest scent. The craving grew, even as he pumped in and out of me, fingers digging into my hair.

Lips closed over my clit and sucked. Lightly at first, testing, and then voraciously like he couldn’t get enough. I bucked and I took more of Logan than I thought was possible.

“You have to come for him.” Logan caressed my hollowed out cheek. “Give him all the slick he needs to get you ready.”

It had never been something I was interested in (why would anyone put it there ?) but here I was, anticipating it. Craving it.

I shuddered and came all over James’ face, chin, wetness dripping down the muscles on his chest. Logan cradled me close against his body. Soft kisses peppered all over between murmured praise.

Logan hiked my legs around his hips, spreading me wider than before. A second touch — two exploring fingers — grazed my back entrance and I jumped.

“I’m going to take my time,” James promised.

It was hard to silence nerves. “I know.”

“Relax.” Logan blended both command and purr and I melted for them both.

Logan’s cock was thick against my stomach, the heat of it making me leak slick copiously. Down my thigh, down his thigh, my pussy begging and ready and empty. James stole it, snaking upward, his fingers coated as he started to work it into my ass. I felt him add the massage oil too, silky and warm as it eased me open. Kisses from my alpha grounded me as the sensations changed. Discomfort, a low burn, a stretch that turned pleasurable. James was careful. Patient. I wasn’t sure how long I lay over the top of Logan, being kissed and stretched and dripping, dripping all over them.

I had gradually moved up Logan’s body, his length slipping between my thighs. The ridge of his crown lined up with my clit, too perfect and too delicious, my pussy lips hugging his shaft. I started to ride it, wanton and needy, burying my face into his chest.

“Take what you need.” Logan’s breathing was shallow as he guided my hips. “We want this to be so good for you.”

I looked back just in time to catch James spreading my wetness over the head of his cock, stroking it along his shaft. He lined himself up and I lifted my hips higher, eager and ready for him. Even after preparing me there was still a sting as my body adjusted to the foreign sensation.

“Breathe, gorgeous.” James kissed and stroked and adored me. “You’re doing so well.”

God, how far did he have to go? I didn’t think I could take any more yet he kept going, so much deeper than what his fingers could reach. Strange how I could feel full yet empty all at once. The pressure was different and my pussy clenched with need, my clit humming desperately for attention.

James kissed my shoulder as he finally bottomed out completely inside me. No space left between our bodies, his cock nestled entirely in my ass.

“You feel so good,” he groaned. The sheets curled into his fist and I felt his labored breath over my sweat-lined skin.

He began to move and I cried out with surprise. The pleasure was different but just as good when he pulled out. James was being so careful, so slow that I began to push back against him. Meeting his thrusts, wanting him to own what I’d just given him. James fucked me until I was moaning into Logan’s shoulder. The alpha held my hair and took in my scent deeply from my neck. Reckless. I was a pheromone bomb, trying to drive them to lose all control.

The notch of Logan’s cock against my entrance made me gasp. His arm between us, a question in his deep blue eyes.

“Yes,” I begged. “I want you too, alpha.”

Gravity did all the work. We got the right angle and somehow he fit. Inch by inch. Gradual. Blinding.

My world imploded as Logan thrust inside me just as James receded. I didn’t know what I needed more — both of them filling me at once or the tandem rhythm of never being without a cock. Was it heresy to want both? I was hallowed and unholy all at once, feeling the lick of pleasurable flames all over my body and only wanting more.

The air filled with their grunts, curses and wet hedonistic sounds as my body adjusted to their rougher pace. James pulled out until only his tip was inside me. A hard smack as he filled me to the root, his pelvis flush against my cheeks. I rode against the unyielding muscle of Logan’s perfect alpha knot, careening towards another orgasm.

“Fuck. You were made for us, weren’t you?”

“So fucking perfect. Look at you riding our cocks, gorgeous.”

I screamed into the sweaty fuzz of Logan’s chest hair as I came. I felt suspended on invisible strings as they took over.

Use me, mark me, come for me.

“More,” I whispered.

I kissed the vein pulsing in Logan’s strained neck as he threw his head back with gritted teeth.

“Harder,” I urged them.

James sank his teeth into my shoulder — not to bite but to muffle the sounds pouring from his throat as the first lash of heat spilled inside me.

“God, I can feel you,” I choked out. Throbbing and pulsing, his uneven thrusts growing wetter with each sticky load of cum.

But it wasn’t enough. “I want your knot, alpha,” I said, staring into Logan’s feverish, glassy eyes.

Logan’s snarl was guttural and deep as he drove into me with a single, forceful push. He smothered my sharp cry with his kiss and I whimpered, fluttering around his knot and earning his cum deep in my pussy.

James withdrew slowly and I could feel his release sliding out of me. There was no hiding what we’d just done. A natural rush of embarrassment surged up and Logan noticed.

“You’re ours,” he said resolutely.

“Ours to take care of in every way you need,” James continued, lips seeking all the sweet spots up my back. “Do you understand?”

It was becoming impossible not to believe them.

I nodded, finding it easier than words. Logan rolled us onto our sides and James wrapped himself around my back.

I was safe here. Safe with them.

I could let go and they would catch me.

“Pack,” I whispered. Saying it out loud made me feel weightless.

Logan kissed my nose. “Glad you’re finally getting it, princess.”