Fucked Raw By My Enemies

Ivy’s pov

My face flamed red. I knelt on the edge of the lounge chair, avoiding his gaze as I squeezed some oil into my palm.

I started with the sides of his neck , my hands slick with oil as they kneaded the tense muscles, feeling them slowly begin to relax under my touch.

He let out a soft, low moan that went straight to my pussy. I stole a peek at him, thinking his eyes would be closed, but they were burning intensely, staring straight at me.

”Right there,” he breathed, his voice husky.

My body responded instantly, my cunt clenching, a wave of arousal washing over me. This was supposed to be an act, a distraction. But my body didn’t know that.

He felt so good. He smelled so good. His body heated up under my fingers, shivering and responsive. My hands slid down his back, tracing the lines of his muscles down his shoulders then over his chest. He shivered under my touch, his breathing growing heavier.

”Lower,” he whispered.

”You should turn around so I can get your back, sir,”

His head swayed from side to side. ”No, I want to see your face as you touch me. I’ll bet those pretty brown eyes will twinkle for me.”

I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against the sides of his face as I worked my hand up to his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

”Mhmmmm, a little more,”

Just then, Gideon returned, a fresh shirt in his hand. He stopped short, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene: me, leaning over his half-naked brother, my hands on his skin. A flicker of irritation crossed his face, so quick I almost missed it.

”Sorry G, you might want to work elsewhere,” Roman threw a wave at his brother, unfazed by the cold blank look on his face.

I expected a bit of lashing out or something, but the eldest Knight brother didn’t say a word. He just picked up his laptop and his jacket, turned on his heel, and walked away, his huge body disappearing into the house.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, a wave of relief washing over me. I started to pull away, sucking air through my teeth. How on earth was I supposed to get that laptop again?

Roman caught my hand, his large hand taking my firmly.

”Don’t stop, Vivi,” He guided my hand down, placing it flat on his lower belly, right above the waistband of his boxers.

My heart was pounding, my body humming with a desperate, hungry need. I continued the massage, my hands sliding lower, my fingers brushing against the coarse fabric of his boxers. And then I felt it.

His cock.

It was hard, and thick, and straining against the thin fabric of his briefs. My whole body clenched in response. I wanted it. I wanted to feel it. My fingers itched to grab it, to stroke it, to hear him moan my name again.

My eyes darted around the pool area. Oh my god, this was insane. I couldn’t seriously consider it.

What if someone was watching? There was no one as far as I could see. It was just the shimmering water in the pool, the sun glinting off the mansion’s windows, me and Roman.

”Come on,” He rasped, propping himself up on the elbows, the massage entirely forgotten. His cock throbbed visibly, twitching deliciously under the black Calvin Klein boxers. ”I need a massage down there as well,”

I blushed harder. ”This is wrong Mr Knight,”

”Roman,” he hummed, rolling his hips and bucking it up suddenly, throwing my hands down right on top of his cock. ”And aren’t all good things wrong?”

My whole body clenched in response, a gush of slick heat soaking my panties.My fingers had a will of their own, tracing down the length of his shaft through the cotton, and he let out a ragged groan, his hips bucking up slightly into my touch.

”Yes, good girl,” he breathed, his voice thick with need. He shifted, turning onto his side to face me, his hazel eyes dark and heavy with burning desire.

He wanted me. Angel had said I was a pillow loving vanilla waste of cum, that it was all my fault he went for Jake instead because I was bland.

Yet here was a man, moaning, urging me on, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he rolled his hips, bucking his cock against my palm. I squeezed the thick throbbing shaft hard and he belted a deep grunt.

”Hell yes, I knew it would feel good- you would feel good.” He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down.

His thick long banana sprang free, thick and hard and flushed a deep, angry purple. The tip was already beaded with precum.

My mouth went dry. I knew I should run. I knew this was a line I could never cross. But I was mesmerized and so... so needy. My nipples tightened when he took my hand again, guiding it, wrapping my fingers around his hot, velvety length.

”Show me,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. ”Show me what those soft hands can do.”

That was it. The last thread of my control burnt into ashes. With a soft moan, I began to stroke him, my fingers rubbing up and down his thick curvy dick, the veins throbbing hotly as they mapped his shaft down to the balls.

Sticky, hot precum dropped down, over my fingers and with a needy little whimper, I scooped them back up to the tip, pumping his dick with them. He smelled so good.

His hips rocked in time with my hand, his head falling back against the lounge chair, his lips parted, golden chest rising and falling.

”You’re doing so wonderfully, sweetheart,” he breathed, his voice a husky praise that sent shivers down my spine. ”Such a good girl for me.”

His words were like gasoline on a fire. I tightened my grip, my thumb swirling over the sensitive head, spreading the slick precum down his shaft. His toes curled, his abdominal muscles flexing into tight, beautiful ridges.

He reached up, his hand cupping the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. He pulled me closer, until my face was just inches from his. His other hand came up to trace the line of my jaw, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.

I whimpered, my strokes faltering as his touch sent jolts of electricity through me. My fingers tightened around his hot, velvety length, his praise making me heady like a drug when the sound of loud clapping filled the air, jarring the haze of lust that filled my head.

”Damn Ro, you bastard,”

I froze, my hand still wrapped around Roman’s cock. My head snapped toward the sound, and my blood ran cold.

Malachi stood by the edge of the pool deck on the other side, a smirk twisting his lips. His electric hazel eyes glinted with cruel amusement.

He continued his slow, mocking clap and I wrenched my hands away from Roman’s cock like I had been caught stealing candy.

”Aww,” Roman grumbled, sitting up. ”Look what you did Kai, we were having fun before you came.”

I scrambled away from the lounge chair, my heart hammering against my ribs. What the fuck was I thinking?!

Malachi strolled toward us lazily. ”Well, well,” he drawled, his voice a sinful caress that made my skin ripple.

”Keeping our new girl all to yourself?” His gaze raked over me, making my skin feel too tight. ”I’m hurt, Ro. Truly. I thought we shared everything.”

”I got greedy,” Roman replied, beaming at me as if this was a perfectly normal occurence.

”No shit,” Malachi snorted, winking at me. ”When you’re done with him, I’m right here, Princess,”

My lips curled in anger at myself and the two men I shouldn’t even be thinking about touching. I had gotten carried away with Roman but never again.

Besides, there was just something about Malachi that got under my skin. Maybe it was that stupid smug smirk on his face that I just wanted to slap off.

”In your dreams,” I spat, gritting my teeth hard as I stormed as quickly as I could to the mansion, walking as fast as I could without breaking into a full-on sprint from the embarrassment.

”Oh you’re already there princess,” His retort followed behind me.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

The words were a frantic chant in my head. What have I done?