It was all that I remembered: the cocaine, the alcohol flowing from left and right. Before I knew it, we were at the hotel in the best suite money could buy.
"Come now, give the bride a kiss," Callista enticed, grabbing my face and kissing me.
The familiar scent of her perfume, her delicate lips, her tender touch- I missed this. My body caved into her without hesitation, inviting her in.
"You still taste the same," Callista purred against my lips.
She gently eased me onto the smooth wooden coffee table. I saw Reign, Dimitri, and Roy looking down at the both of us.Callista propped herself up, took out a small container, and emptied a small pile across my chest. My cheeks flushed red; I'm not necessarily used to an audience.
"Shhh," Callista hushed, brushing my cheek in comfort.
She inhaled the line from my chest and seductively licked it clean before kissing me once more. The bitter taste on my tongue soon numbed both my mouth and throat. Callista removed my top, gently unbuttoning it and tossing it with my skirt. Her eyes studied me, taking me in.
"You look beautiful still," she complimented. "You've filled out nicely in certain areas."
She caressed my breasts with a bite of her bottom lip.
"I'm not twenty-five anymore," I reminded him.
"Mmm," she hummed before kissing me again, "Still taste delicious as ever."
Callista went down between my splayed legs and began licking my clit.
"Ugh!" I jerked.
I hadn't done something like this in such a long time. I'd been too busy running a successful bar/event venue and being a mother to Aodhan that I never bothered trying to fuck anyone. My body could tell it had been five years since I'd been touched. With a tender flick of her tongue, I couldn't help but jerk my neck beneath her. The sensitivity of my body was foreign to me. I don't think I was this sensitive the first time I had sex.
"Callista !" I cried out in pleasure.
My eyes opened to see Roy behind Callista, who had her ass arched up to his groin. I looked over to see only Dimitri standing there. Where did Reign go? Dimitri didn't hesitate to approach me once our eyes locked. His mouth was on mine, engulfing me with the taste of sweet whiskey on his tongue. Never in a million years did I ever think I'd be with the two of them at the same time ever again. I felt that the night between Dimitri, Callista, and me nearly six years ago was the last.
"Ugh!" I moaned against Dimitri's mouth as Callista slid a finger inside of me.
My eyes closed in ecstasy as my legs wrapped around Callista's shoulders.
"Fuck!" I cried out.
Was it that easy to make me cum now? Am I that sensitive? Dimitri greedily pulled me from underneath Callista and onto his lap. He sat back on the couch and pressed his lips to mine. The pounding in my head echoed in unison with my heart from the orgasm I had just experienced.
"Shh," Dimitri hushed as he slid a finger off the inside of my slick, wet opening.
"Ugh!" I moaned while digging my nails into his back.
It must be the cocaine. My body isn't acting like my own. It's giving in to their every whim without hesitation. It had been so long since I drank hard alcohol and did any drug other than weed that I'd lost all control.
Dimitri slid his rock-hard cock inside of me. I opened my mouth to cry but was met with Dimitri's mouth instead. It burns so sweet, my body stretching out to his foreign cock.
"Fuck I missed you, Ivy," he confessed.
"Then fuck me like you missed me," I taunted.
Dimitri flipped me onto all fours and slid his cock back inside of me. His warm hands held my hips, pounding me mercilessly from behind, hitting a familiar spot. The pressure began building inside me again, and my nails dug into the leather couch.
'Fuck! Dimitri!" I cried out as my knees caved beneath my weight.
I felt my body tightening around his cock as I came. Within a moment, I felt him pulsing inside of me. It felt so good. So good.