“It’s okay, Ivory. We won’t let anyone hurt you,” Ronan’s voice assured her. So, it was Ronan directly in front of her then. A comforting hand ran down her back and she recognised it by the size – that was Seth behind her. That meant the muscled arm wrapped tightly around her waist from the side must belong to Vaughn. Opening her eyes and peering up, she saw Ronan’s eyes were full of concern and anger … but also desire. It was always there, like a low simmer, bubbling away in the background. Well, it was time to bring that simmer to a boil.
She gave a hard tug on the fabric currently bunched in her hands and stole a kiss full of passion and want as soon as Ronan’s lips were within touching distance. She heard a moan – wanton and needy – and knew the aching sound had come from her. Ronan kissed her back feverishly as hands other than his own roamed up her sides before cupping her breasts. She pulled back, only so she could moan some more and push herself more fully into the large palms that were igniting her inner flames. Her head fell back, landing on Seth’s broad chest as he continued to shape and mold, plucking at her now-hard nipples every few seconds. She felt his lips against her neck and couldn’t contain the shiver that slid over her body when he tugged a sensitive earlobe into his mouth playfully.
Hands on her hips had her refocusing and she saw that Vaughn had now moved in front of her, eyes shining like emeralds. His head lowered to capture her mouth even as he shoved a muscled thigh between her legs, encouraging her to move. Yes, friction, she thought giddily, eagerly moving her hips in time with his urging hands. She had felt herself growing damp the second Ronan’s lips had touched her own. Now with Seth’s at her neck and Vaughn’s against hers as three sets of hands forged leisurely tracks over her body, she knew she could come from this alone. But she wanted more. She wanted flesh.
She slid her hands under Vaughn’s shirt, her palms heating immediately upon feeling the textured hardness of fine hairs over rigid muscle. She pushed the material upward only to be blocked when it bunched under his armpits, “Arms. Lift,” she demanded, and felt more than heard the rumble of laughter in Vaughn’s chest. All it served to do was draw her eyes back to the firm, tanned skin stretched so tightly over his abs, “Now, Vaughn,” she ordered again, when he failed to do as she bid.
Large hands captured her frenzied ones and she deigned to look up. Vaughn’s face was tight with passion … but also with control, “Ivory, wait,” he said and she had the absurd urge to growl at him. She didn’t want to wait. She had been waiting. She wanted her men and she wanted them now.
She shook her head, “More,” was all she said.
“Ivory, we don’t want to pressure you.”
The voice came from behind her and belonged to Seth, his hands shifting from her aching breasts to her hips. She whimpered in frustration, pushing herself harder against Vaughn’s thigh, “Yes, pressure. More pressure.”
But strong hands held her still, compounding her exasperation – but also fuelling her lust. Those hands were mighty strong. What she wouldn’t give to feel them holding her down, arms pinned above her head by one of them, ankles held in a similar fashion by another, as the last of them pounded into her, completely at their mercy.
“Holy fuck.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Mercy.”
She glanced around, confused at the various expletives, as well as the multiple groans, “What?”
“Ivory, you basically just told us you wanted to be pinned down while we fucked you into oblivion,” Seth panted from behind her.
“Did I say that out loud?” she enquired, sheepishly. She felt a blush heat her cheeks even though she wasn’t really embarrassed. She may as well be up front.
“Yes!” all three men answered at once. Apparently, they were all a little on edge.
She shrugged, “Oops.”
“Oops. Ivory …” Ronan ran clearly agitated fingers through hair that was thick and lush. She wanted to do the same, “You’ve had a scare and you’re upset. We don’t want to take advantage of you,” he explained, cupping her face, “We want to take care of you.”
Take care of her? Nuh uh. What did they not understand about oblivion and fucking? She was taking her power back. Seeing the sincere but unsure looks on the men’s faces made her feel a little bit bad for them. Poor men. They had no idea what they were in for. She took three slow steps back, disentangling herself from six arms. She ran her fingers over the buttons of her shirt, before slipping them through their holes, slowly revealing the emerald green, lacy bra beneath. She may not have been able to walk around with her true face, and her work required practical clothing, but underneath it all, she indulged in an extensive array of luxurious lingerie. She loved seeing the bold colours against her skin and feeling the slide of satin or silk underneath her clothes. The matching set she had put on that morning was a new favourite. She had become rather partial to the colour green over the past week.
She allowed her shirt to fall from her shoulders, three sets of eyes following the movement and making her feel wanted, cherished. She moved her hands over her bare stomach, circling the jewel in her belly button, before unbuttoning and unzipping her black jeans. Her hands ran over her hips, pushing the denim down and she gave her butt a shimmy at the same time – more to get the material moving rather than to be enticing. Apparently, it had the same effect though, for all three men groaned and shifted restlessly. Shaking out her brown hair and wishing it was her natural white colour, she straightened so the trio could get a gander at the matching lace, low cut, boy-legs she wore. She loved the flattering way the little shorts cupped her butt, riding high on her thighs. She may hide her powers and face from the world, but her body of curves and pale skin was all hers – no magic added.
Eyeing Seth, Ronan, and Vaughn, she could see they were holding onto their control by a thread but also not wanting to make the first move either. Looks like they needed a little more encouragement, “So … who wants first dibs?”
She laughed at the stampede that followed; jostling bodies, pushing and shoving, good-natured swearing and teasing. Vaughn made it to her first – largely because he tripped Ronan and pushed Seth face first into the cushions on the lounge – picking her up and carting her into the bedroom. She slid down his body, the evidence of his arousal plain to feel. The bulge at the front of his jeans looked big and inviting and she decided to make him more comfortable by unzipping them carefully and peeling the denim back. His hardness sprang free immediately, long and thick. Looks like someone went commando. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around the solid length and his moan mingled with her own. He felt wonderful.
Despite her newfound boldness, she couldn’t help glancing in the direction where the camera had been hidden. Vaughn noticed her sudden stillness and the direction of her gaze, and he cupped her face with his hands, redirecting her stare;
“Hey. We found them all. He can’t see you, I promise.”
She raised her chin, hardening her eyes, “I don’t care if you didn’t find all the cameras. Fuck him. Let him watch. Let him see how a real man acts.”
Vaughn groaned, “Fuck! You’re amazing.”
He kissed her and kissed her until she began to hallucinate that he had multiple sets of hands and they were divesting her of her lingerie. Wait, she wasn’t imagining anything. She really did have multiple sets of hands peeling off the lace, hot hands and lips trailing in their wake. She fought the urge to giggle like a school girl. She was really doing it. She was soon to have three new lovers in one fell swoop.
Ivory found herself completely naked in no time and passed from man to man as they ripped off their own clothes, flinging them carelessly around the room. She touched and tasted, gasping at the feeling of unyielding muscles under the satin smoothness of tanned skin. The men let her have her fill, as she cupped each of them in turn, learning their shapes and what made them beg. All too soon for her liking, she found her new favourite toys out of her reach as they crawled onto her bed. She knew they had been dying to try out the round mattress. She had been aching to see them atop of it as well.
The three of them sprawled on their backs, their hard dicks pointing to the ceiling, as they stroked themselves. She gulped; they looked like demi-gods. No, scrap that. They looked like gods – there was no demi about it. She sauntered over to the bed until her legs brushed against the mattress. She cupped her breasts offering the beaded peaks to the first open mouth she saw; Seth’s. Her head fell back on a gasp as his rough tongue stroked over her. She felt hyper-sensitive to his touch and when strong fingers played over her mound and dipped into her sheath, her knees buckled.
Seth lifted her easily, placing her on top of an already waiting Vaughn. She straddled his waist, flexing her fingers on his chest as he teased her wet entrance with the tip of his broad cock. She shivered in anticipation and moaned in bliss when Seth’s hands returned to her breasts from behind, plucking and tugging at her sensitive nipples. Seems Seth was a boob man. She moved her hips, trying to force Vaughn exactly where she wanted him but was unable to seat herself.
“Easy, baby. We’ve got you,” Vaughn assured her, sweat already shining on his forehead. He gave a nod to Seth behind her and she immediately felt his hands grip her hips, angling them perfectly even as Ronan’s hand appeared in front of her gripping Vaughn’s sex and holding it steady.
“Oh …” she murmured, breathlessly. The sight of Ronan’s tanned, masculine hand against the paler skin of Vaughn’s dick made her own sex clench greedily. It had to be the sexiest thing she had ever seen. She couldn’t wait to see them making love in front of her. In fact, she desperately hoped Seth and Ronan would do just that while she and Vaughn got it on.
“You like the look of that, huh?” Ronan teased, jacking Vaughn off slowly. Vaughn let out a sharp groan, his hips arching up.
She swallowed audibly, nodding dumbly.
“All in good time. For now, this,” he gave Vaughn a firm squeeze, “is all yours,” and he swooped down, covering her mouth with his own as Seth manoeuvred her hips downward.
Under the guiding hands of her three bodyguards, she felt herself slowly being filled to her limits. When breathing became a necessity, she pulled away from Ronan, shifting her hips restlessly, dying for Vaughn to move. He grunted at her movements and began to pump his hips slowly. She let her head fall back, savouring the sensations cascading throughout her body. Vaughn felt absolutely incredible, but she was hyper-aware that there were two other people in the room as well. Not wanting to leave anybody out but a little unsure of the mechanics, she sought out Seth and Ronan. Seth caught her eye and smiled, walking across the bed on his knees and planting himself conveniently in front of her. And what do you know? If she leaned down just a little, she would be in the perfect position to draw his hardness into her mouth. Although she was more than willing to oblige, she still worried about Ronan.
Seth tangled his fingers in her hair even as he smirked beyond her shoulder, “Don’t worry about Ro. He likes to watch.”
Taking him at his word – he would know – she leaned forward and engulfed the head of Seth’s cock. Three male groans echoed sharply around the room; Seth’s hips jack-knifed, pushing his length further down her throat, Vaughn grabbed her hips and began a pounding rhythm, and Ronan’s hot breath fanned over her back and neck as he watched the show.
Making love with more than one man at the same time was nothing like she dreamed it would be. It was more – so much more. It was a full on, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree sensory experience. Everywhere she looked, she saw an image of a handsome face twisted in pleasure. The scent of sex and lust hung heavy in the air, and the sounds of groans and flesh against flesh were a symphony of desire. There were six different hands, touching her everywhere at all times, pushing her pleasure higher than she knew was possible. And to top it all off, she had the taste of Seth on her tongue – an erotic mix of earthiness and saltiness.
The rhythm of Seth’s hips was becoming erratic, and he was being less careful not to push himself into her willing mouth too deeply. The hands in her hair were tugging more roughly and his breath was leaving him in harsh gasps. All in all, she figured his release was imminent. Feeling her own orgasm creeping closer and closer with every plunge of Vaughn’s hips, she increased the suction of her mouth, flattening her tongue so Seth could slide into her throat. The noise he made was almost like a squeal and she actually found herself releasing him and laughing out loud. Seth threw her a disgruntled look before gripping the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm.
“If you can laugh, I’m obviously doing something wrong,” Vaughn’s voice rumbled over her before he yanked her down, devouring her lips and gripping her butt cheeks hard. She cried out as her sensitive nipples rubbed against the hair on his chest, and held on for dear life when his long plunges turned into short, hard thrusts. The new position had her clit gaining some friction and her orgasm hit her mere seconds later. Crying out loudly, she closed her eyes as bliss, sharp and clear, surged through her body. The hard body beneath her bucked wildly as a near window-shattering shout resonated from Vaughn’s throat as he too found his release.
“Quick, baby. Please,” the plea came from Ronan. He was next to her head now, the tip of his cock an angry purple and in clear need of its own release. Pushing herself up on one hand, she opened wide taking him into the warm recess of her mouth. His yell sounded triumphant as he pumped his hips twice, emptying himself as she swallowed convulsively.
Three breathless seconds later, she felt herself being lifted and pushed to her back. Seth came down on top of her, kissing her passionately, even as he palmed her hips, “Ivory?” his face was twisted into a look of tortured need and yet he still paused, asking permission.
Answering with her actions instead of words, she wrapped her legs around his hips, angling her pelvis to meet his, even as she wrapped her arms around his back, her nails scraping over his flanks. He groaned, taking her up on her offer, plunging into her in one long glide. She gasped, feeling his impressive size dragging through her now highly sensitised folds. The weight of him on top of her and the feel of him inside of her felt different than Vaughn, but just as perfect. Her internal muscles clenched greedily, desperate for more despite the earth-shattering orgasm only minutes before. Seth cupped her hips, pulling out nearly all the way before pushing back in. She arched her neck back, her hands frantically trying to find some purchase now, having slipped from Seth’s broad shoulders. Hard hands gripped her own and she soon found them pinned to the bed above her head. Looking left, she saw a smirking, satisfied Vaughn, and to her right was Ronan, looking a little sleepy but clearly still enjoying the show.
“Ask and ye shall receive,” Vaughn whispered naughtily in her ear, obviously referring to her voiced fantasy from earlier.
She was so turned on, she barely had time to process her fantasy come to fruition. Less than a handful of pumps from Seth’s hips later, she came in a blinding rush of shivers and gasps and moans. Her head thrashed wildly and she felt for sure the pleasure was never going to end. But the hands that held her firmly, acted as anchors, making her feel safe instead of out of control. She was dimly aware of Seth reaching his own peak, before she succumbed to the oblivion of sleep.
Seems they had fulfilled her fantasy in every way.