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Hawk: No. NO WAY. You promised.
Me: What are we, twelve?
Hawk: You want her to feel included. You know that won’t happen until we treat her like her sister. Aka, group orgasms needed.
Me: Fine, but you’re not touching her pussy.
Hawk: I can work with that ass…
Me: OR ASS.
“Christ,” I whisper.
“Anything the matter?” Ivy asks, glancing toward the screen I’m still glaring at.
I flip it over.
“Yeah, Less, anything the matter?” Hawk echoes, smirking.
I lift an eyebrow, not bothering to voice my threat: if he’s being a dick about it, I’m withdrawing the offer.
He’s right though. It might have been her choice, but I let Ivy stay away from us back in the day, and out of everything that happened between us back then, that seems to have been what hurt her the most. So much so, she was shaking when she told me. I need to do this.
But I don’t really want to. Which isstrange, to say the least.
Watching—and being watched—is one of my biggest turn-ons. My first time, age sixteen, with the “royal toy” was with Caden, Hawk, and Osborn, each of us taking a turn. Caden was the one to come up with the idea of a royal toy: a girl we’d pick and all play with for a year. They all agreed to NDAs in exchange for a hundred grand. We’re not paying for the sex itself, as much as the privacy. Having just one between us made sense, lessening the risk of anything getting out to the media. But we also worked that way because we all love sharing.
Caden’s thing is double penetration—and he prefers being in the ass. Hawk’s all about blowbangs. Osborn could honestly just watch. Me? I love it all. Watching. Showing. Making a woman come while all my friends witness it. It probably says something about my ego, but that’s not news.
My brother, Seb, and some of the other younger kids kept up the tradition, finding their own toys in high school. They use her less, given the fact that they have Bella, but Bella is Nic’s girl, not a hole available every day on request. Bella’s what Ivy was always supposed to be for me: mine to touch, to fuck, to cherish, and to show off. To share if I felt like it.
Except it didn’t turn out that way. And I know that’s one of the reasons I lost her. I didn’t include her in any of our games. She should have at least been aware of them.
Yet, now that I’ve put it on the table, part of me wants to backtrack.
Reason says it’s the wrong call, but that doesn’t change the twinge of fear in the pit of my stomach.
What if she prefers Hawk? Nicolai could very well lose Bella to Sebastian. I don’t think he will, but it’s a possibility. And once I open that door, the same could happen to Ivy, to us.
That fear is accentuated by the fact that I already lost her once, all by myself, without anyone else even trying to get in the middle.
I genuinely believed she’d come back to me eventually. Maybe at the end of the year. Maybe after college. In my arrogance, I thought she’d get the space she wanted and realize that I was so much better than whatever other options she could find elsewhere. I’ve had enough partners to know that our chemistry is out of this world. Something unique, precious. I fully believed she’d realize it too. And that she’d have to come back when she did.
But she never returned. She’s back in the country, but for her parents and sister, not for me.
Sex with me isn’t going to fix the mess I’ve created.
Sex withusmight.
I bring my hand to her thigh, and slide it between those long legs. She jumps a little and turns to me, eyes wide, but doesn’t say a thing.
A smile tugs at my lips as I keep eating with my free hand.
Those fucking tights prevent me from reaching her cunt, so I slide underneath, my movement far from discreet, but I’m certainly not the first guy fingering a chick at this table. No one bothers to comment on it, even when she leans in, gripping the edge of the table.
I eat my steak.
It’s fucking awkward, as I can’t cut it, but I don’t give a shit: I bring the whole thing to my mouth and take bites, fingers sliding in and out of Ivy’s hot, drenched pussy.
