Remember Ivy from End Game? Well, she's back with her own story. But don't worry if you haven't read End Game, this can be read as a standalone.
We follow Ivy as she returns to London having been offered a job at Risk, the Kink Club owned by Za...
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~ ~ Ivy ~ ~
"Ivy... y-you okay?" Alex asked, his voice hoarse and tinged with a little worry.
But I was too caught up in the endorphins to think more about it.
"Ah-huh." My lips were dry and my throat even drier, but I didn't move a muscle as the bed shifted and Alex got to his feet and then another bounce of the mattress as Josh pushed off the bed.
"N-n-need a shower—you want one?" Alex asked.
Did I?
Yeah, but it could wait. "No," I swallowed, easing some of the dryness.
Josh was talking. Something about needing to change? And get a drink. He offered me a drink, and I managed a croak, or it might have been a grunt.
Hearing their voices trail off as they left the room, I was alone in Alex's bedroom, I let out a long, slow breath. My limbs felt weak and bendy. My thighs protested as I lay there staring up at the ceiling, spread wide open. It didn't skip my notice that I was lying in a damp patch—one of my doing. Well, not entirely of my doing. Alex and Josh had a hand in it...
Well, a hand, a cock...and a mouth... or two.
My ears caught wind of the shower and slowly I pushed myself up onto my elbows, giving my head a little wobble and my toes a wiggle.
And then a cold dose of reality kicked in... and with reality came a slap in the face.
Oh, my fucking god.
Josh came back into the room, interrupting my thoughts as he offered me bottled water with a genuine smile. I somehow took it from him, unscrewed the lid and took a swig. "Thank you," I said with a grateful half-smile, downing the rest of the measure before he took the empty bottle.
"Gonna change." He leaned closer as I felt his warm breath against my forehead. "Don't move," he said, pressing a quick kiss in a sweet gesture.
That was Josh. Sweet all over. Alex too.
He let his eyes wander over me with appreciation before humming to himself and heading back to his room.
My head dropped back onto the pillow as reality took a chunk out of my ass and irritation flourished, sprouting arms and legs.
Not with Josh.
Or with Alex.
But at myself and understanding slowly dawned on me and I almost loosened a groan because somewhere during the night I let my whore of a pussy take charge and I'd gone from being in control to totally being out of control.
And been so wrapped up in myself that I'd messed up.
