by Terry Towers
Ivy
She grabbed the back of the chair for support, she was scared – so damned scared. Both men were watching her so intently it was both arousing and intimidating. As much as she tried she still wasn’t the type of girl to flaunt herself; deep down she still carried the insecurities. She closed her eyes once more, giving herself a quick pep talk.
When she reopened her eyes, she was surprised to see Ethan standing before her. He touched the side of her face, tracing her lower lip with his thumb. He removed his thumb and lowered his lips to hers. “I love you, Ivy. We do. If you’re not comfortable then you don’t have to do this.”
“Ethan –” It was nice that Ethan was the one who went to her. Trey was very forthcoming with his feelings, however, Ethan was the one harder to read even though she knew him better than virtually everyone. Truth was, he was the one she was worried she’d hurt most.
He pulled back slightly to look deep into her eyes and gave her a reassuring smile. “But I think you can do this…”
She stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing her cheek on his shoulder. “Thank you.” She looked up just as he lowered his lips to hers. He pulled her tighter as he nipped at her lower lip, his erection rapidly growing against her stomach.
“Hey, hey, hey you two! There’s plenty of time for that after,” Trey complained from his spot on the sofa. “I’ve got a rock hard erection waiting to be teased.”
Pulling back from Ethan, Ivy looked around his shoulder and smiled over at Trey. “Part of the experience is the anticipation, you know.”
“I’m getting blue balls over here, babes, and I’m still slightly uncomfortable with jacking off watching you two make out.”
“As opposed to being part of the action?” Ethan asked, cocking a brow up at his friend.
“Exactly. So sit your ass down so she can do her thing.”
Ivy redirected her gaze to meet Ethan’s. “It’s fine. Go sit down.”
“All right.” He gave her a quick, reassuring hug and kiss on the temple before resuming his seat on the opposite end of the sofa as Trey.
After taking a moment to get into the rhythm of the music, she began to move, allowing the song – a soft, sultry R&B melody – to dictate how she moved. Turning the chair so the back was facing the guys she sat down her legs over each side and gently gyrated to the music – catching first Trey’s stare and then Ethan’s.
Their stares sent a rush of desire through her, increasing her confidence. Standing, her legs still spread on either side of the chair, she began to unbutton her blouse to display the black lace bra underneath. Backing from the chair she made her way over to Trey first, shedding her blouse and tossing it to the floor as she straddled his lap and began to move against him, her mound teasing his cock through their layers of clothing.
“Umm. That’s more like it, baby,” he groaned, desire flaring up in his eyes as he grabbed her hips, pulling her tighter to him.
“No touching.” She batted his hands away, grabbing his wrists and securing them against the sofa. He could have easily broken her hold, but obliged.
“How’s that fair,” he asked, chuckling.
“It is.” She ran her lips along the side of his neck, nipping his earlobe and continuing to move against his body. Her lips moved along his jawline and just as he attempted to kiss her she pulled back and with a swing of her leg dismounted him, making her way over to Ethan.
“That’s a fucking tease!”
She looked over her shoulder at Trey and shot him a wicked grin, followed by a wink. “Isn’t that the idea?” Redirecting her attention to Ethan, she unbuttoned the skirt and let it fall to the floor at his feet, displaying a pair of black lace panties to match the bra.
Swinging her leg over his lap she settled onto him, brushing her lips across his. “No touching.”
He grinned, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Ma’am.”
The tempo of the music sped up along with her movements. Grasping his shoulders to steady herself, she ground against his cock, teasing herself as much if not more than him as the rough lace rubbed against her clit each time she rocked against the ridge of his cock.
He groaned softly, hunger filling his eyes as he began to move under her, meeting her movements, dry humping her until she was so worked up she had to get off of him and walk over to Trey before she gave up on the whole striptease and begged them both to fuck her.
When she returned to Trey she scowled at him, seeing he’d undone his pants and had his cock in his hand, slowly stroking himself. “I don’t recall saying you could masturbate.”
He grinned. “Sorry.”
“Liar.” Pulling off her bra and tossing it across the room, she settled onto Trey’s lap, facing away from him, settling his throbbing member between her legs.
Settling back on him she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes as she began to stroke his cock between her legs. When his hands covered her breasts she didn’t demand he remove them, in fact, she relished the feel of his calloused fingers pinching her nipples, turning them into rock hard peaks.
“Mmm, I want to fuck you, baby. I can feel how wet you are through those panties. Let’s just end this now and get what we both want.”
She moaned softly as waves of need and pleasure washed over her. All she needed to do was pull her wet panties aside and she could slide him into her and take the relief her body was beginning to demand. But not yet.
It took a lot of willpower, but she forced herself from him, leaving his cock dripping with pre-cum. She licked her lips looking down at him, but refused to drop to her knees to take him in her mouth, ’cause if she did it would be over.
Walking over to Ethan she placed a leg onto his shoulder and began to rotate her hips, her lace-covered pussy mere inches from his lips. Grabbing her inner thighs, Ethan pulled her into him and kissed her lace-covered mound, and then pulled the thin strip of wet material aside and exposed her to him. He spread her pussy lips and ran his tongue along her slit.
She cried out, his fingers fisting his hair as she pulled his head tighter to her mound, rubbing herself against his lips. “So much for no touching,” he murmured. She attempted to pull away, to remove the lace covering her, but he held her tight and there was a soft ripping sound as her panties were torn away and tossed to the floor.
Her body trembled as her need increased. His tongue and lips were heaven on her as he pulled one wet lip into his mouth, sucking off her juices, and then the second. Ivy looked over her shoulder and caught Trey’s stare. He’d stripped completely and was freely stroking himself as he watched the couple.
“Come here, Trey.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. He stood and walked over to her. As soon as he was within reach she grasped him and began to stroke his length, savouring the sound of his low groan as she stroked him. Grasping her chin in his hand he tilted her lips up as he leaned down and claimed her lips with his.
Ivy cried out against his lips, as Ethan’s tongue thrust into her core, while his thumb and forefinger pinched her throbbing clit. Trey pulled his lips from hers and thrust his cock to her lips. She immediately took him in, swirling her tongue along the head and lapping up the pre-cum.
Giving and receiving pleasure and the building need for release became her only focus. Anything she’d been concerned or worried about, all her upset and anger were gone. Everything melted away and it was just them. It was beautiful, and perfect and so right she couldn’t imagine not having them both – it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore sweetheart,” Ethan said.
She found herself being laid back onto the sofa and Trey pulling his cock from her mouth. Her eyes flew open and she watched as Ethan settled several throw pillows under her bottom, lined his cock up to her entrance and pushed in, groaning loudly as he claimed her. She watched a moment, fascinated by the sight and overtaken with the pleasure of his cock disappearing dee
p within her and then reappearing gleaming with her juices. The angle was perfect, the head of his cock slamming against her inner wall, stroking her G-spot with each thrust.
“You’re not done yet, baby.” Her view of Ethan’s beautiful, thick cock thrusting into her was blocked as Trey straddled her chest and tapped her lips with his cock.
She slowly lifted her eyes up his stomach and chest, taking in every inch of hard, chiselled muscle until their gazes locked. She parted her lips and he slipped his length into her mouth as she palmed his balls. This time however, she wasn’t in control. Ivy closed her eyes as he began fucking her mouth as Ethan fucked her pussy, the two of them using her body for their own pleasure, but bringing her along for the ride. The desire within her was becoming unbearable, she wanted to move against them, with them, but she was secured to the sofa. Her body tensed and she moaned against Trey’s cock as her pussy clenched onto Ethan’s cock and then her body trembled as she came. Trey’s moan echoed hers as the vibrations from her moan sent tremors through him.
“Switch.”
What the fuck? She had no idea who said it and she didn’t have a chance to even register what was going on, but all of the sudden she was empty and felt alone. She opened her eyes to see Trey and Ethan had switched places. Just as the realization came to her she cried out as Trey’s cock slammed into her throbbing pussy with such force that it sent another orgasm through her.
Ivy moaned again, her hands fisting the sofa under her. She attempted to buck against Trey, but Ethan straddling her chest forced her back into total submission, his cock bobbing in front of her mouth. “My turn, sweetie.”
She parted her lips and tasted her own juices on him as he slid his shaft between her lips. His cock wasn’t as long as Trey’s but thicker and he was close to coming, his vigorous thrusts bordering on violent. She palmed his balls, but they were already rock solid.
Wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her and all she could do was bask in it, but a sudden jolt of pleasure brought her back to reality, as Trey began working her clit as he fucked her. “Come with me, come over my cock, baby.”
Oh god, oh god, oh god! The words seemed to repeat over and over in her head as if on a sound loop as the men fucked her without mercy. The pleasure was too much – too intense – and she felt tears fill her eyes.
She would have responded, but couldn’t. With one final thrust and low, throaty groan Ethan slammed into her mouth a final time and a burst of his seed filled her mouth. She swallowed his seed as he came, ensuring she got every precious drop of him. His ejaculation sent her over the edge for a third time. She moaned, releasing his depleted cock from her mouth as her pussy clenched around Trey’s shaft. Her orgasm was all Trey needed; he slammed into her once more and released muttering, “Oh fuck!” under his breath. A gush of his cream filled her core, mixing with her juices. A second smaller orgasm hit her, but she was too spent to even moan.
She let out a ragged breath, closing her eyes and panting hard as the men removed themselves from her body as she attempted to clear her foggy mind. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt someone’s lips on hers kissing her softly, followed by his tongue tracing her lips and then withdrawing. Confused, Ivy opened her eyes to see Ethan looking down at her with a peculiar expression on his face.
“Ahhh, I see what he means,” he said, looking over at Trey who was naked, sprawled out in an armchair across the room. “So more kiwi you say Trey?”
“Yeah,” came the reply.
“What are you talking about?” Ivy turned onto her side and made room for Ethan to stretch out on the sofa next to her.
Ethan laid down and pulled her tight to his side. “Yeah. My semen is salty. Gonna have to work on that. Trey voiced a complaint earlier today and it seems he’s right.”
What… In the fuck…
She looked over at Trey, who shrugged. “Someone had to tell him.” He winked at her. “You’re welcome for that by the way.”
Ivy opened her mouth to question him further, but stopped herself. “I don’t think I have enough energy for this conversation,” she murmured more to herself than to her men as she snuggled against Ethan closing her eyes, but Ethan’s chuckle told her he’d heard.
“We’ll talk later, honey.” He brushed his lips against her temple. “I love you, Ivy.”
She smiled, but didn’t look up. “Love you too… Both of you.” She didn’t hear a reply as sleep took over.
Epilogue
~ 6 Months Later ~
Ivy
Ivy squealed as Ethan scooped her up into his arms and walked her over the threshold of the quaint three-bedroom bungalow on the outskirts of Boston that they had just purchased a few days prior. It was a sweet little starter house. The acre lot was nice and private, carefully landscaped with thick, tall hedges on either side of the lot blocking their home from prying eyes of the neighbours.
“This really isn’t necessary,” Ivy protested, but it was a feeble protest at best, she liked having any excuse to be cuddled next to her man. Not that she really needed an excuse.
“It’s tradition.”
“Ummm. Right.” Ivy frowned when Ethan stopped in the empty living room and deposited her on her feet in the center of the room. “I really can’t believe you moved here for me.”
“Pay is better and we can keep an eye on you.” He gave her a wink, pulling her into his arms.
Ivy grinned. “Like I could handle another man! You two are more than enough.”
“I meant school. But, yeah, the man thing too.”
She groaned. “You’re starting to sound like a nagging wife, you know that, right? Nag, nag, nag.” Despite her words a smile formed on her lips. Having him here was having a very positive effect on her grades. With her obsession for revenge a distant memory, her priorities were finally where they should be – her future. Correction – their future.
“Can’t help it. You and that medical degree are my meal ticket, baby!” He gave her ass a little slap, making her squeal and fall into his arms. “I can retire and be your full-time love slave.”
He was in the process of lowering his lips to hers when the sound of someone clearing his throat – loudly – sounded from behind them. Ethan groaned and lowered his forehead to hers.
“You two realize there’s an entire moving van of crap waiting to be unloaded, right?” Trey reminded them, setting a large brown box on the floor in the living room.
Slipping out of Ethan’s embrace, Ivy walked across the room to Trey. Lacing her fingers behind his neck she stretched up against him and placed a light kiss on his lips. “We’re sorry.”
Ivy had originally thought this would be an odd situation to explain to their parents and awkward in general. But they’d all come to an understanding, something they’d decided early on in their relationship. Considering the fact she and Ethan were technically stepsiblings they had decided together to tell their parents she and Trey were a couple, with Ethan living with them. It was just easier for everyone involved to go about it that way. The situation would be re-evaluated if and when the time came for marriage and babies. But for now, it worked and everyone was happy.
“Mmm.” He returned the kiss, pulling her flush against him while deepening the kiss. She moaned softly, parting her lips and inviting him in, a rush of heat racing through her, igniting a soft throbbing between her legs.
Ethan
He chuckled watching Ivy and Trey. He’d never seen Trey so enamoured with a woman before. Although, he was sure Trey would say the same thing about him. It took an extraordinary woman to manage two guys, making them both feel like they were both the center of her world – but she was somehow able to do it. However, it did help that the Boston FD had them on alternating schedules so they could both have one-on-one time with her, along with the group time. Surprisingly enough, it worked.
Admittedly, it took him some time – longer than it did Trey – to really embrace the idea. This wasn’t the movies, or some novel. It was real life wi
th real emotions involved. Sure, jealousy and the need to compete for her still happened from time to time, but she always managed to defuse the situation and remind them there was no couple, they were a trio – no one more important than anyone else.
Walking over to them Ethan pushed her hair to the side and lowered his lips to her neck, gently nipping at the flesh. Her body trembled and her lips left Trey’s as she moaned softly. While it was great to compromise with Trey, sometimes a little healthy competition never hurt. And there wasn’t a more enjoyable game than the one they secretly played – unbeknownst to Ivy – on who could make her moan loudest or come first.
Feeling Trey’s eyes on him, he looked up and met his friend’s gaze.
You’re on, motherfucker, Trey mouthed at him, grinning.
