“And you? Do you want to experience that too?”
“Being on the receiving end?” His eyes roamed my face, as if looking for clues. “If that’s something you want to see, I’d do that for you. But not with these guys. There’s only a couple here that’d be into that. But it’s not what I need, Jules. I need what everyone here needs. You.”
I kissed him then, because it was all so intense and overwhelming and confusing. And because despite my protestations, the geeky guy who quoted comic books and gave me romance novel recs, who also was a little bit of a dominant, was getting under my skin. They all were. And right now, I wanted to celebrate that. What we had, it was fragile. I wasn’t sure if all of our bonds would deepen enough to be made permanent, but I wanted to find out.
I was brought back to the here and now when Brandon’s hands cupped my breasts, and his fingers tweaked my nipples hard.
“Don’t get too caught up in your head, love.”
I smiled, then gasped as I felt that tug on my clit each time he rolled my nipple with his fingers. “I’m not.”
I pulled away, something I didn’t want and neither did he, if his clinging caresses were anything to go by. I moved clear of him and went to Finn, stilling his hand and then drawing his head down to mine. He fell upon me like the hungry wolf he was, his kisses open mouthed and brutal, his hands cupping my butt and jerking me close, his dick grinding into me. He tried to claw me back when I drew away, a low growl indicating his need. That stilled when I dropped down to my knees in front of him.
He needed this, to take the edge off, so he could regain some control and be the man I knew him to be. One who focussed on what had to be done for the good of the group, not his own needs. I was gratified to hear his gasp as my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his long drawn out groan was music to my ears as I licked the underside with my tongue. I traced the angry head, placing teasing kisses on the crown. He thrust instinctively, trying to force me to stop playing and swallow him whole. But I held him still, forced him to endure it when my lips parted so, so slowly over the head, stopping to twist and shift, rubbing them all over it. He was panting hard as I worked him in deeper, my tongue flickering like a snake along his rigid length. His hands came to rest so, so softly on my skull, almost a benediction.
“Oh, fuck, Jules….”
“Take pity on the man.”
I felt a hand on my hips, drawing me up to standing, but not dislodging me from Finn’s dick. I glanced back and saw it was Slade.
“Let’s work together, for the benefit of the pack,” he said with a wink, then spread my legs before dropping down between them. I yelped at the first lick along my seam, but he stopped too soon. “You stop, I stop.”
Finn began to hum as I buried his dick in my throat, his fingers a little firmer. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” he started to chant as I worked my mouth up and down his length. He was so hard, so ready, I could almost feel him flex. I gasped as Slade’s lips fastened themselves to my clit, something that had Finn pushing even further still. I gagged a little, tears streaming down my face, but closed my hand tighter around the base so I could control how much I was taking. It all started to blur, Finn’s pleasure, my pleasure, Slade spearing his fingers inside me as he licked furiously until…
Finn’s hips jerked forward as he emptied into my mouth, rope after rope of cum spurting as he sobbed his ecstasy. Slade disengaged, leaving my clit throbbing in the cool air, and he slapped me on the butt.
“Come on, princess. Time to get on your throne and be worshipped.”
“I hate it when you call me princess.”
“I know,” he said, sidling in close, then trailing his fingers through my wetness before licking it off his fingers. “It makes you fuck that much harder.”
“C’mon,” Finn said, taking my hand and then falling down onto the bed, dragging me with him. He shifted until he was half lying against the headboard and I was on him. “We’d all rather fuck, than fight.”
“Speak for yourself,” Slade said, but he dropped down between my open thighs, a hungry look on his face.
As he started to lay kisses against my inner thigh, the others crawled onto the bed. Finn tilted my head back, swallowing down my moans as I felt hands trail all over my body. His lips were like roughened satin, slow and sensuous, as hands traced the sensitive skin of my groin, raked across my ribs, then circled my breasts in ever decreasing circles until closing on my aching nipples.
God, this was less like sex, and more like being swept along on a tide. The sensory overload was intense. Sometimes during sex before I’d come to Sanctuary, I’d wished my boyfriends had had another set of hands. Like my nipples were aching for attention as he went down on me, or I wanted fingers inside me and rubbing either side of my clit. Well, this was something altogether different. Sensations warred, the soft tugging on my clit, the fingers working their way into me, the stinging suction on my nipples, the open mouthed and deep kisses. Pleasure was painstakingly drawn from every square inch of my flesh. I shivered as my mind fought to process each bit individually, but I couldn’t. It was a symphony of sensation, and I was being dragged along with it.
Surrender.
As soon as the word appeared in my mind, I felt myself go limp. This wasn’t about my pleasure or theirs, it was ours. Every single one of my lovers worked together as a team to give me this most amazing experience, and it was my job to enjoy it. My ribs rose up from the bed as the tension grew. Sharp stabs of pleasure flared hard inside me as my skin hummed with the gentler pleasure of touch. When Slade stood, positioning himself between my legs, I moaned, “Yes…”
“Hungry, love?” he said, rubbing his cock along my cunt.
I nodded.
“Open your eyes,” he said. “That’s right, look at me, stay with me.”
Heat warred with something painfully naked as he pushed his cock into me. His brows creased and smoothed, the skin tightening around his eyes, as if somehow that would protect him from what was being said wordlessly.
I could try to dismiss it as just a physical thing, his body intersecting mine, moving faster and faster, increasing that delicious friction we both craved. And yet, as intense as that was, there was so much more. He was giving me all he had. The flex of his jaw as he struggled to keep himself in check, the gorgeous shift and play of muscles in his torso as he moved, the shuddering rasp of his breath, the way he fought to give me his best. I struggled to hold onto his gaze. I wanted to throw myself into the dark, close my eyes where there was only the delicious ache of my clit and the hard thrust of his cock, but I couldn’t. It felt so good, he watched my teeth worry my lip, saw my squirms and thrust harder, pushing us closer and closer…
Until I reached up and pulled him down with me. He was no longer thrusting into me, we were moving together, a multilimbed organism, reaching out for something that was bigger than we were, until we caught it.
I felt his throbs inside me as he came, my own orgasm spiralling along with it. We swallowed each other’s gasps, unable to pull apart even to catch breath, the swell in my chest part emotional, part oxygen deprivation. I didn’t care. It was as if I sought annihilation, as if continuing to operate as a separate organism was somehow an affront to the natural order of things. I cried out when he was pulled from my arms, but it was Brandon who took his place.