And easily bruised egos be damned, as I kissed Julian, I twined my fingers in Silas’s hair and pushed his head down, past my breasts, past my ribs, down to my navel, where he touched his lips to the divot there and began kissing his way to my sex.
For the next several minutes, there was nothing in my world but the two different textures of Silas’ and Julian’s hair; Julian’s mouth on my mouth and on my neck and on my breasts; and Silas’s tongue licking at my seam, alternating between sucking at my clit and penetrating my entrance. I could feel the sweat sheening on my body as Silas cleverly manipulated me; all my nerves and sinews tightened and tightened, until everything from my chest to my knees felt like a piano wire about to snap.
But I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted them to worship me like this forever, but I also wanted the rigid steel of their cocks, wanted those cocks rubbing against me, sliding against my palms, burying themselves in me.
I let go o
f Silas’s hair to tug at Mr. Markham’s pants, which he wriggled easily out of, his large dick springing free as he came back to kiss me. I circled my fingers around him, marveling for the umpteenth time how large he was. He made a low noise of pleasure against my mouth as I continued to stroke him, and his hips were lifting off the bed as he began to fuck my hand.
“I need you inside,” I breathed. “Julian—”
Mr. Markham lifted me like I was a doll, and in a second’s work, we were both sitting on the edge of the bed, me positioned so that my back was to his chest and I was facing Silas, who sat back on his heels and watched us with my juices still glistening on his lips.
The tip of Mr. Markham’s cock was poised at my opening, and with one hand on my hip and the other holding the base of his dick, he slowly guided me down. Inch by inch he stretched me, pushing against my swollen sex, and I was wound so tightly that every incremental movement made me cry out and shudder, which made my lover growl in response.
“Fuck,” he muttered, as I finally took him to the root and came to rest against his thighs.
Then Silas was there, and he gently raised one of my legs and hooked it behind Mr. Markham’s and then did the same with the other, so that even though I rested on top of Mr. Markham’s lap, I was now spread wide open, my calves locked against the outside of his.
Silas knelt, flashing me his amiable grin, and then he pressed his face against my cunt once more. He sucked and nibbled on my bud as Mr. Markham moved underneath me, and then I felt the heat of his tongue moving from my clitoris to the stretched folds around the base of Mr. Markham’s cock.
The sensation was too much, and I sank against Mr. Markham’s chest, and even he moaned as Silas’ ministrations flickered across the place where we were joined. Mr. Markham’s hands circled my waist, large and possessive, and he started to move me back and forth. I held on to Silas’s head for balance, my fingers gripping his hair for dear life as I felt Mr. Markham inside me, pressing against my womb and then rubbing against that impossible spot lower down, the spot that made my toes curl and my hips buck.
“Come for us, wildcat,” Mr. Markham said. “Show us how much you like to be fucked by two adoring men.”
The piano wire was about to snap, about to split and lash and fly, and I threw my head back, surrendering to the impending fracture. I held Silas’s head tight to my clit as I began rocking toward my orgasm, using the lovely organ inside and the lovely mouth on the outside to hurtle myself forward, and I became a creature of nothing but raw need, not remembering Silas’s name or his wealth or his position as a gentleman, not remembering anything about Julian save that he was mine, my own, and we were only need embodied, noise and sweat and heat.
“That’s it,” Julian coaxed. “Show us, pet. Make that beautiful pussy come.”
I came. With Silas’ mouth everywhere and with Julian’s cock filling me, I came. And I came hard.
It started at my clitoris, a fire and flame that moved like a wave, rolling back and then crashing against my cunt and womb, retracting and then crashing through my hips and thighs, and then finally shaking my entire body, tremors and tingles that raced along every nerve to the tips of my fingers and toes. I heard Mr. Markham swearing as the convulsions squeezed him and I felt Silas’s smile against the soft lips of my cunt as he continued to tongue me.
“Julian,” I pleaded, as the waves kept coming and coming.
“I’m here, wildcat,” he rasped in my ear. “And now it’s our turn.”
With my pussy still clenching, he lifted me off him, and I whimpered at the abrupt emptiness. I was put on all fours on the bed, with Mr. Markham kneeling behind me and Silas coming up to join us after removing his pants. He knelt in front of me, his member—no less impressive than Mr. Markham’s—jutting out from his lean hips.
Without warning, Mr. Markham plunged into me, sinking to the hilt on the first thrust, and I cried out, the deeper angle bruisingly delicious, turning my already hard nipples into tight jeweled points as Silas slowly stroked himself.
“Ivy,” growled Mr. Markham. “Don’t you want to thank Silas for making you come?”
I nodded, and then Silas moved closer, the head of his dick only the barest breath away from my lips. He was so polite, hesitant almost, and I got the sudden flash of insight that he wasn’t used to taking the reins in the bedchamber like Mr. Markham was. He was so charming and handsome and laid-back, I imagined that most women were more than happy to crawl over him and do all the work. Women like Molly, who liked to take control anyway. If it had been my Julian in front of me, my mouth would have been taken already. But instead Silas waited patiently, one hand gripping himself, the other resting against his thigh.
Mr. Markham was more than willing to take control on his friend’s behalf, however. His hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. “Open up,” he ordered. “Open that pretty mouth and let him slide in. I want you to suck him like he’s me, do you understand? Suck his cock like it’s mine.”
He didn’t let go of my hair, and my eyes were watering, but my pussy was wetter than ever, a second climax knotting itself around Julian’s ruthless thrusts. I parted my lips and moaned as Silas entered my mouth, the almost apologetic look vanishing from his face, replaced with something more primal. And then his hand was in my hair too, his fingers tangling in the tendrils along with Mr. Markham’s, and he began moving his hips to bring himself in and out of me, gasping whenever I flattened my tongue against the underside of his cock.
Behind me, Mr. Markham’s other hand dug into my hip, hard and uncaring; his fucking became raw and rough, savage animal noises tearing from his throat as he rammed into my cunt like a man possessed. Delight and desire flared in my chest; I was the one doing this, I was the one rending the controlled Julian Markham in two. The Julian Markham, who barely blinked or panted as he came on my dress, became ferociously undomesticated whenever he sheathed himself inside me, and in turn, it made me wilder, made me feel just as brutal and uncivilized. I spread my legs wider, wanting him deeper, wanting him everywhere.
The two hands in my hair and the sensation of two cocks pistoning inside me and the erotic sight of Silas’s hips flexing as he fucked my mouth…the explosion built in me once more, making me moan and whine around Silas.
“Silas is going to come, Ivy,” Julian said, and his voice was so rough, rasping over the sound of our bodies slapping together. “And you are going to take it all. And then you’re going to come on my cock and you are going to milk me. Hard.”
On cue, Silas swelled in my mouth, his motions growing jerky and uneven, and then with a soft moan, he spilled onto my tongue and down my throat, his hands on either side of my head, holding me still as he spurted. His noises and the delicious feeling of his cock pulsing was enough to send me over the edge on its own, but the moment his orgasm ended, he was on the other side of me next to Mr. Markham, reaching down to fondle my clitoris while Mr. Markham kept hold of my hair and my hip for leverage as he pounded into me.
“Oh God!” I cried, this third orgasm sawing through me with a viciousness unlike anything I had ever felt, and I wasn’t sure I could survive it. I was coming to pieces, coming unknit and unmade, and Julian kept fucking and Silas kept rubbing and I was screaming through it all, until, with a loud hiss, Mr. Markham came so hard inside me that I could feel his seed lashing against my walls and feel his cock convulsing. He kept his hand on my hip and kept pounding into me through the duration of his climax, sinking his teeth into my shoulder and growling as he did.
