Mac makes a sound. A moan. My lower gut clenches like a fist. I can’t breathe. Can’t fucking think. Slowly my hand eases down over my stomach, shivers breaking out in its wake. I shouldn’t do this. I can’t stop.
I’m so hard that my dick has a heft to it, like it’s a separate entity, pulsing with the need to fuck, fuck, fuck. I give it a squeeze to alleviate the pressure, and it throbs against my palm. My teeth dig into my lower lip as I hold in a groan. I’m so fucking hot and thick I’m surprised I haven’t come already.
“What does he do to you next?” I practically beg as I give myself a small tug.
“He sucks me.” Her voice is a stroke along my balls. “Gently, so all I can feel is his warm, wet mouth. And it drives me crazy. I want it harder.”
As if obeying her command, I fist myself tighter. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I arch up into his mouth, seeking it. But he doesn’t give it to me. Not yet.” Her breath is coming on faster now, her voice light and agitated. “He flicks my nipple with his tongue, plays with it. Giving it little sucks, long, lazy licks.”
I shudder, and I swear she does too. My tongue hits the roof of my mouth. If I close my eyes, I can feel the tight bud of her nipple there.
“They throb, Gray.”
Oh, Jesus. I squeeze my eyes shut against the sound of her plea, so thick with need that it makes me ache. “Pinch them,” I grit out. “Give them a tweak.”
And she does. Holy hell, she does. A small, muffled whimper comes through the speakers, and my dick jumps in response. I’m full-out jacking myself now. Every inch of me vibrates.
Ivy. Her soft breaths are driving me crazy. And I know, I fucking know she’s touching herself too.
“Are you wet, honey? Has he made you wet?”
“So wet. Wet and swollen. It’s trickling between my thighs. I hurt. I need…” She makes a little hiccup of sound. “I need…”
“You need him to touch you, baby. Ease that ache. Rub your clit, spread all that slick sweetness around.”
“God.”
“Would he finger you? Would he fuck you with his fingers? Push them in and out, nice and slow?”
“Yes.”
I lick my lips. “I think he’d have to taste you, honey. I think he’d need that so badly. To know how sweet you truly are.”
“I want him to. I want his mouth there.”
“It is. He’s lapping you up. Making you scream his name.”
“Gray.”
“I know. I know.” I’m barely aware of what I’m saying anymore, only that I need more. The bed squeaks beneath me as I pound myself.
Ivy’s breathless voice is disjointed, hitching over the words. “I… You… He needs to fuck me. I can’t take it any longer.”
“You want him to sink his cock into you?”
“Yes.”
“Pump into your tight heat like he’d die if he stopped?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, fuck, he wants that too. He wants it so much he can’t think of anything else.” I’m so hot, I’m leaking come. It weeps over the swollen head, coats my shaft as my fist moves faster, harder.
“I want him to fuck… Fuck me. Gray…”
And then I hear it. The sweetest fucking sound ever. A low, keening wail, almost pained but so full of pleasure that the hairs on the back of my neck lift.
Everything is muffled, like she’s trying to stifle the sounds but she can’t. And I’m so attuned to her right now I hear every one of them. I bite my lip and taste blood. Ivy coming.
My chest heaves. Heat licks over my balls, down between my thighs. My ass clenches on the next thrust. “Oh shit. Honey, I’m gonna—”
The orgasm hits at full velocity. I arch up, my hips leaving the bed, my body locked in pleasure. A strangled, broken shout leaves my lips as come lands in hot strips across my abs and chest. My vision goes dark, my hand jerking every last drop of lust and need from my abused cock. And then I fall limp upon the bed, my heart slamming against my ribs.
Jesus.