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Leo
If she touches my dick even a little, I am going to fuck her stupid before I’ve paid due deference to her body, which isn’t right. She’s the kind of woman who deserves to be kissed slowly and romanced with sweet words from a greeting card or some shit. She should be seduced with music in the background and candlelight, not with my raging hard-on and my fat fingers that itch to frantically undress her.
I don’t know the rules for stuff like this. Are we supposed to put a sock on the door, so Calvin knows it’s my turn? Is it going to be a whole big conversation that I want to fuck her, or is there an organic way that both of us can be with her?
My little fox kisses my lips and then buries her face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply as if anything could be more powerful than the scent of her arousal. But I let her take control because if I do, I’m going to get rough, and I’m not sure how into that sort of thing she is. Ivy looks delicate, from her ghostly pale skin to her lean stature. Should I want to smack her ass until it’s all rosy for me? Probably not. But the urge is there, so I let her lead, while making it crystal clear that I am ready to pounce the second she gives me the green light.
My fox kisses the crook of my neck, tickling me with tenderness. Her scent is everywhere, pushing out Calvin’s cologne, the dust, and the other notes in the air that make this home not mine. Ivy is my home, so she is all I need.
Whoa. That sure hit me out of nowhere.
But when she flips my t-shirt over my head and proceeds to kiss a line down my chest, there is nothing in me that holds a shred of objection. I love the feel of her lips on my stomach, especially when paired with her hands tracing the ridges of my abdomen. Sure, I stay in shape because I protect the pack, but I rarely appreciate my body the way Ivy admires each muscle. Her tongue laves over the ripples while her hands drop to my pajama pants, thumbing at my apex while she licks and kisses my torso.
“If you tease me too long, I’m going to throw you down on that bed and fuck you until I collapse.” It’s a promise of things to come but also a warning that if she wants control of this moment, even I have my limits.
Ivy glances up at me with a timid smirk that belies how alluring she is in the nightgown Calvin and I selected. It was bought from a nearby store’s website that caters to vampires. They deliver at all hours in under thirty minutes. It looks so much better on her than I could have imagined. I cannot wait until I tear the thing over her head and let it puddle at my feet.
I can tell she’s nervous. I know next to nothing about her, including how many men she’s blown, or if she understands the mechanics well enough that I don’t have to talk her through it. She looks so fucking innocent, so eager to please as she settles on her knees before me. I reach down and run my fingers through her damp hair, connecting us as she slips the waistband over my length and pushes my pajamas down my legs.
My boxer briefs are next to go, leaving me naked and proud before her, my dick bobbing in her eyeline.
She gulps audibly, and I can tell she is overcome with trepidation.
But that’s not going to stop my little fox.
Ivy Moon presses her lips to the root of my cock, kissing my coarse curls as if greeting an old friend. Her lips slip over the side of my length, wetting every inch as she works her way to the tip. She laps up my precum like a champ, her tongue swirling over my head so well that my chin tilts skyward, my mouth lolled open.
I hear footsteps behind me, but unless it’s Fern Moon herself come back from the dead, I’m not stopping for anything. Let Calvin watch while Ivy sucks my dick.
When I hear the zip of Calvin’s trousers after he settles into an upholstered chair near the desk in the corner, my entire body shudders. “Oh, god,” I mutter, hoping I don’t come too soon when there is so much more she can do to me. I try not to notice Calvin pulling out his length so he can stroke himself while he watches us lazily from his throne like a king, but I can’t not. It’s such a curious sight. I’ve seen a lot of things, but never a vampire jacking himself off to the sight of a witch going down on a shifter.
Ivy’s tongue is a thing of beauty as she licks me from root to tip and back again like an ice cream cone. Everything she does makes my toes curl. I reach down when her hair seems to be in her face and gather the damp tangles into my fist. I have to remind myself not to fuck her face like a rabid animal, especially when her lips close over my head.
All sound leaves me, and my eyes shut while I live in this quintessential moment. I’m not even sure I’m breathing. I’m lightheaded and my knees are trembling. It’s barely been a handful of minutes, and I’m about to shoot my load down her throat.
All in good time.
Ivy massages my glutes while she bobs gracefully on my length, too timid to take all of me in just yet. I love her hands on my ass, her mouth on my cock. Her hands on my nipples. Her breath on my nape.
I startle when I realize that’s not physically possible. My eyes fly open, and a cry of confusion comes out of me when I realize Calvin got up from his chair, took his fucking clothes off and sneaked up behind me to scrape his fingers over my nipples as he stands behind me, breathing down my neck. “What the fuck are you doing, Cal?”
Calvin’s chuckle has a menace to it. “Speeding things along so I can have a turn. If we’re doing this, might as well go all in.”
“I swear, if you…” I don’t know how I want to finish that sentence. It could go any number of ways, really. The main point is I want to come for her, not from him.
Calvin’s lips press to the back of my shoulder, sending a guilty shiver through my entire body. A loud cry escapes me when Calvin’s lips and Ivy’s warm mouth overwhelm my senses and abscond with my last vestiges of sense. The bastard pinches my nipples then massages the sting, his fingers slick with his spit, no doubt. I don’t want a naked man in my head when I’m about to come, but there’s no escaping the fact that there are four hands on my heaving and sweating body. Unintelligible nothings spill through gritted teeth while Cal kisses the center of my back between my shoulder blades. “I could sculpt your body,” he comments appreciatively, his lips moving against my skin. “What do you think, little snack? Is his ass tight enough for your liking?”
“Mm-hm,” Ivy hums enthusiastically around my length.
This is too much. I’m going to short-circuit. I’m going to have a stroke. I’m going to… to…
“Be a good girl, now,” Cal urges her. “Open your throat and take him a little further in.” Then he whispers in my ear like a demon, “Is she warm and wet enough for you?” Then he presses his pelvis to my ass, smashing his length down along my glutes.
I’ve never had a man’s dick on me. I don’t think I like it. Or maybe I do. I don’t know. It’s all so much. Too many sensations that all feel good while putting me so far outside my comfort zone that I can’t tell which way is up.
At that exact moment, Ivy grabs my hips and slams me down her throat, gagging and squeezing me impossibly tighter.
