by Sam Hall
“That’s…that’s the remote to the vibrating plug I’m wearing,” he finally forced out.
I felt everyone’s eyes turn to me.
“I figured I’d put it on the table so to speak. I thought about giving it to you when the guys weren’t around, but guessed that would come across as sneaky. So, if you want, you can take it, have a play…with me. Without actually having to engage. I thought that might…”
Blinking, I had to spend a little time parsing what he was saying, but when I did, my eyes dropped down to the innocuous little rectangle of plastic.
“So you want Flick to…?” Aidan’s eyes dropped down.
Noah squirmed a little at the attention, which made me want to grab the remote and turn it up a little.
Wait, what?
I picked it up, considering the dial before sliding it up a little.
All eyes turned to me again.
“What? It’s kinda cool. So this feels good, right?”
“So, so good,” Noah groaned.
“I like it. Makes me feel powerful.” I slid the dial up slightly, and Noah almost choked on his mouthful. He swallowed hastily, then flopped back in his chair, his ab muscles bunching and flexing as he rode the waves. “Like I can drive him out of his mind without even touching him.”
“You do that anyway.”
The guys all had the words out at the same time, provoking a laugh from all three of them. The tension seemed to relax a bit after that. Well, everyone but Noah.
“So how does it make you feel?” Aidan asked as he mopped his plate.
“You’re very curious about this,” I said, cocking an eyebrow.
“What? I just want to know what we’re dealing with. Like, are you gonna expect me to…?”
Noah laughed at that, though it was a strange breathy sound. “I gave Flick the remote, not you. It feels like that glorious moment when you’re just about to come, except it just goes on and on and on. When you finally do come, it blows your fucking head off. Like the closest we can come to having multiple orgasms.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
We all looked up when Peter spoke. He just shrugged.
“Prostate’s an organ, not an orientation, Aidan. Its sole purpose is pleasure. If you’d been paying attention in sex ed classes, you’d remember that.”
“Right.”
“Well, you better have your breakfast,” I said briskly. The air in here was so damn thick, you could cut it with a knife. “Or I’ll need to turn this off. Can’t have you wasting away.”
“Right,” Noah replied a little shakily, then reached for his fork and started to eat.
We ended up sprawled out on the couch after breakfast, not having the energy for another round yet. But it was there—a niggle in the base of my spine, an expansive warmness in my pelvis that sometimes turned into a sharp twinge.
“You OK, Flick?” Peter asked as I gasped, settling down against him. “Flick? What was—?”
“I feel like I can still feel you inside me,” I said, lying down with my head in his lap. “But not. It’s kind of a reminder, of where you were and what it felt like.”
“Oh.” His worried expression gave way to a supremely male one, his smirk the loveliest thing right now. “So you’re not hurting?”
“Only for more,” I said, rubbing my head against his groin.
“Don’t do that, or we are not watching this movie,” he growled.
“Mm…” I stretched, feeling the cloth of my robe scratching against nipples. “Tell me again why that’s a bad idea?”
“Getting a little toey, love?” Aidan asked, walking over and stroking my hair from my face. “This heat is hitting you hard.”
“So why are you grinning?”
“Because it's hitting me hard too. Kade sounded like he was having a ball at Mum’s. You know he probably hasn’t slept yet. Rexy and his crew get a little nuts when there’s a lot of sugar. But having the freedom to do this…”
Peter chuckled as I began to wriggle, Aidan sliding his hand up my thigh.
“Aidan!” I hissed, looking meaningfully to where Noah sat on the floor, his eyes following every move the man made.
“What? You’ve got that plug buzzing in his arse, making him feel like he’s just about to come. The time for shyness is probably over. I’ll stop if you want.” He watched my back arch as his fingers slipped through my sodden folds. I hadn’t showered yet, so I was drenched. “But why don’t we give Noah a little show? You won’t touch her unless she says so, right, mate?”
He moved in one flowing motion, perching his butt on the coffee table, elbows on his knees as he watched me.
“Never, Flick. Not unless invited. We all know the drill, but…” His eyes slid down at the sound of Aidan working his finger in and out of me. He couldn’t seem to decide where to look, his eyes flicking back and forth from what Aidan’s hand was doing and my reactions.
“Are you…? Are you gonna touch her breasts?” he asked Peter.
“Whaddya reckon, love?” Peter asked me, sliding his hand inside my robe when I gave him a short nod. “Nice, huh?” he asked Noah when he heard the other man groan. “Aren’t many women in Sanctuary as blessed as Flick. Sensitive too, aren’t you?”
I didn’t reply, I didn’t need to, the whole tableau falling away as I got closer and closer. Peter was gentler in his caresses, the night’s antics leaving me a little tender, but electric shocks of pleasure shot out with each pass of his hand. Coupled with this was Aidan’s thumb, brushing up against my clit, forcing the hood back and forth as his fingers shoved in.
“Fuck, she’s beautiful.”
Noah’s reverent tone made my eyes flick open.
“You look like a goddess.” His eyes seemed dragged back to my body. “Look at you stretching around Aidan’s fingers. Are they curling up?” I gave a quick nod as Aidan did just that and let out the moan I’d been biting back. “How do you keep your hands off her? I’d be fighting the urge to pull her onto my lap—”
“What, like this?”
I cried out when those delicious fingers were pulled from me and Aidan hauled me on top of him.
“You wanna show him how it’s done? Give him a demonstration to play over and over when he’s pulling his cock at night?” Aidan asked me, and I felt a thrill that my gentle eyed lover had somehow turned hard and smirking for the moment. I felt the robe fall away, revealing my back as I kissed him, reaching down to free him from his shorts. “Yess…” he hissed while I stroked him a few times. “But not like this.” He spun me around, my now basically naked body on display in the harsh morning light, but as Noah slipped to his knees, pushing his shorts down, hand going to his cock, I could see he didn’t give a rat’s arse for my stretch marks and wobbly bits. When he looked up at me, he did so like I was a goddess, his eyes shining and brows knitting, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then Aidan lined me up and speared inside me.
“Oh fuck…” I groaned, then began to move. He felt so good going in, stretching me open and rubbing against everything I needed. I had to bounce up and down to keep repeating the experience.
“Not long,” I said between pants.
“Thank fuck. I’ve been wanting to explode since Peter started fingering you under the dining table. That’s it, darlin’, ride my cock and take what you need.”
So I did, loose limbed and fluid as I moved over him, and felt him swell inside me as the pleasure built. His hand snuck around and stroked my clit, but it was almost superfluous. My eyes flicked open to find Noah leaning as close as he dared, his fist around his cock, matching me stroke for stroke. His expression mimicked mine, of the most beautiful pain, as Aidan and I came apart.
“Fuck, Flick,” Aidan said, jamming me down tight as we came, my cunt milking every damn spurt of cum out of him as I flopped back against him, my body thrumming with spent pleasure.
“Flick?”
I opened my eye a crack to see Peter kneeling beside me, cock in
hand. As natural as breathing, I slid off Aidan, a gush of fluid painting my thighs as I took him in my mouth.
“Fuck, I love it when you do that. Makes my balls boil,” he grunted out.
“Look at her,” Noah groaned as I worked my mouth around Peter’s shaft.
“Like them creamy, do you, mate?”
I moaned as he spread the mess around, making Peter yelp and thrust forward, though he couldn’t get far.
“Don’t…” he gasped. “Make me come…”
An evil part of myself perked up at his desperate tone, so I hummed some more. I’m pretty sure it was one of the bloody Wiggles songs Kade had made me watch a million times when he was younger. You could take the orgy to the mum but you couldn’t take the mum out of the orgy.
“Fuck!” Peter barked out minutes later, jerking back when I continued to hum through his orgasm.
“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight?”
Our heads jerked up like rabbits to see Sen had come in, considerably more dressed than the rest of us. He leaned over the couch back, taking in every single one of us with a hot gaze.
“Any chance of a kiss, Flick?” he asked. “Daddy’s home.”
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I just stared at him for a minute, standing there, arms propped on the back of the couch, regarding the debauchery before him with his warm, even gaze. A small smile quirked his lips as he watched it all sink in. The curtains had been drawn to protect the neighbours, but here I was, sitting naked, covered in all of our juices, the faint buzz of a strange man’s butt plug the only real sound. I shivered, feeling cold all of a sudden.
“Here.”
Sen tapped his bottom lip with one long finger, fingers that could—I shut down the roar of the heat for a moment, trying to orientate me, not my hormones, for a minute.
“Stop thinking and come here.”
Sen’s tone was light, but that thread of steel had me moving forward, kneeling so my front rested against the couch back, the leather cold against my skin. The guys growled as I leant over, slowly broaching the gap between us, feeling the slight push to close the deal.
But when I pressed my mouth to his, that was me. Because oh, when I did, I felt that same curl at the bottom of my spine at his touch, smelt his familiar spicy scent, felt the way his lips softened, letting me in, heard the whistle of his breath. He wanted to deepen things, his lips opening slightly, but I kept it light, giving him quick nipping kisses until I pulled away.
“How did that feel?” he asked me.
“Good, like I wanted more.”
His smile was dazzling in response to that. He drew back, cupping my chin with his hand before moving to take a seat in one of the armchairs.
“You’re using an alpha whip against her?” Peter asked, his tone dark. He pulled me closer, so I ended up sprawled against him. “What kinda bullshit is that?”
“I’m not really,” he said with a wave. “Don’t believe me? Fine.” Those grey eyes came to rest on me, burning into my naked skin. He didn’t look away as he unbuckled his belt and jeans, tugged out his hard dick, then left it to lie against his stomach. “C’mere Flick.”
I felt it—a tugging, a drawing of my attention here, here, here. The muscles in my legs tensed, as if ready to obey, but I didn’t move.
“Come here, Flick,” he repeated, though this time with much more coercion in his voice. I could feel it throbbing at the base of my skull. Up, get up, do it. “Come and put that pretty mouth of yours on my dick. I want to wrap my hand in your hair and force you down on it.” Aidan stiffened at that, rolling into a seated position with a low growl. “I want tears streaming down your face as you gag on it, as I jam it down your throat. I want you sucking breath in through your nose as you take me deep.”
The coercive pull of his voice ramped up with each word until my muscles quivered, urging me forward, burning venom pooling in my mouth. I could see everything he wanted me to do and knew I didn’t want it. Some men and women were into this, I understood that, but the thought of my throat accepting an alien intrusion just sent a cascade of horrible mental images through my mind. In them, Sen became Rick, standing over me, forcing his cock past my lips, tearing the hair from my scalp as—
“No,” I said, frowning and shaking my head. “I’m not doing that.”
“See,” Sen said, flopping back into his chair, looking pleased with himself. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “That was all I’ve got. I can’t make Flick or any of you do anything, but I can push a little, and I do that when I can see it’ll help.” His gaze switched to Peter. “Like last night. You took a big leap last night. How’d it feel? Tell her what it was like, being inside her for the first time.”
Peter’s arm tightened around me, making me turn to face him. He fought to meet my eyes, but when he did, I almost pulled free. Those familiar brown depths contained so much. So much, it frightened me. My hand went to his face on automatic, stroking that tensed jaw, until finally he let out a long sigh.
“I… When you bit me, it was the greatest and worst moment of my life. All of a sudden, my heart felt completely full, like nothing else could get in. There was this beautiful woman in my arms, and without even questioning it, she chose me. Me. I never thought that was gonna happen, but it did and I…”
When his eyes filled with tears, so did mine. I couldn’t help it, and neither could he. I went to swoop him and wrap my arms around him, but he shook his head.
“But then my heart fucking broke, because no matter how things went, if you decided to keep the bond in place, some day, some how, you’d end up wanting me to hurt you trying…trying to make love to you. That moment, when you took me inside you.” His eyes darted off to the side. “It’s just sex. I spoke to Ophelia about work arounds when you felt up to it. We could have had a perfectly satisfactory sex life without it, but…” His breath came out in a long shudder. “There’s something that comes from being in the person that you love. Like you can’t be physically any closer than that. You give them pleasure with your body in the most intimate of ways. When I could do that…”
His face crumpled down and then hid within my palm as he turned into it, a tear springing free.
“Peter…” I put my arms around his neck and buried my face into that broad chest, his going around me. “I love you so fucking much, and you felt so amazing. I can still feel it inside me.”
“What?”
I was smiling when he stiffened, so I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my pelvis.
“When women have really intense sex, it leaves an… ‘Ache’ is too strong a word for it. It’s like a constant reminder of where you were, of how good that felt, of how good it’ll feel when you do it again.”
“Again?” His eyebrow cocked up, and he gave me that rare as hen’s teeth cocky smile of his.
“Definitely again. You can’t let me feel that and then take it away. Like with you, there’s no way to miss my g-spot, ever.” I moved in slowly, so he could pull away if he wanted, but he reached for my lips, just tasting each other for a moment. “It was rubbing so hard each time you moved, and my orgasm was so intense.”
He pulled me to him, and I went limp in his arms, just letting myself be held by those massive muscles.
Love is kind of a scary thing. To dismantle those carefully constructed defences, made for bloody good reasons, and allow someone in and give them all the keys to your triggers and vulnerabilities. But sometimes it’s an exchange—of power, sex, time, energy, attention, support, and care, as well as those fears. Then when that other person takes all you are and holds it inside them, and you do the same, that’s where the magic happens.
I looked at Sen with new eyes, when I finally turned around after however long we’d taken, and saw a similar look of awe in Aidan’s eyes. The man himself didn’t seem fazed, his eyes running over the lot of us with a satisfied air before coming to rest on Noah.
“So obviously there’s been a bit of a shift in the dynamic when I was out. Snowy he
re is buzzing like a bee in clover. Anyone want to clue me in?”
Noah’s pale blue eyes came to rest on me, studying my face, no doubt for indications of what I was about to say. I leaned forward and retrieved the remote from the coffee table, his tongue flicking out and swiping across his bottom lip as he watched me show it to Sen.
“When you left, I heard Noah…playing. I went down the hall.” My eyes dropped to the remote, my thumb drawn to the dial. “I watched Noah get himself off, and we talked.”
“About?”
I could see the other guys were interested in that as well, as I felt their eyes on me.
“What I like,” Noah said, his eyes starting to dart, but when they connected with mine, there was something startling about the intensity there. “What I’d like to do if there’s an opportunity. I gave Flick the remote in the hope she’d play with me in a way that still felt safe. That way, she doesn’t have to touch me if she doesn’t want to, but we can still…”
“Do you want to?”
Sen’s words were delivered conversationally, but there was a challenge there, despite his tone.
I looked at Noah, still sitting there, his shorts pushed down away from his still throbbing cock. Damn, the boy had some stamina.
And what would that feel like, being unleashed upon you?
“Stand up, Snow. Let the lady take a look at you. And ditch the shorts. You’re three quarters of the way there right now. May as well commit.”
I marvelled when Noah did exactly as he was told, standing up and towering over me. He was bloody tall, taller than any of the guys, I thought. His eyes scanned us as his thumbs tucked into his shorts, then he pulled them down and kicked the fabric away. He stood there, hands on his hips, all the many lean muscles on clear display as his body tensed. Peter placed a gentle kiss on my neck as I inspected him, sending a shiver through my body.
There was an elegance about Noah that the others didn’t have. He looked like some kind of elfin prince, possessing the strength of a rapier rather than an axe. My fingers twitched as I leaned forward, scanning all that perfect milky flesh.