by L. A. Boruff
“That’s right,” Cyril whispered. “Take all of him in. You have no fucking idea how hot it is to see you deep throat a man.” As if to reward me, he sucked on my breast, drawing my nipple into his mouth and letting his teeth scrape against the sensitive flesh.
I moaned around Alijah and he made the same noise as my mouth tightened around him.
“Let’s get you ready,” Dwight said from behind. He grabbed my hips and raised my ass up higher into the air.
A moment later, I felt his mouth on my pussy and I nearly came right then and there. It became hard to focus on Alijah when I could feel Dwight doing all the right things.
Dwight played me well and before I could prepare myself, the swirling heat inside of me exploded as I screamed my orgasm around Alijah’s cock. My magic pulsed out of my body and I nearly fell down. Only Dwight and Cyril’s hands on my body kept me in the same position.
“She’s ready,” Cyril said. “She’s very much ready.”
“Are you, Laila?” Dwight asked. He rocked his hips into me and his cock slid between the folds of my heat, no doubt using my juices to soak him. “Are you ready for my cock?”
I let go of Alijah enough to moan out, “Yes.” Hands roamed over the curve of my ass again, and as I took Alijah back into my mouth, another smack pushed me forward, deep throating Alijah again. Alijah was so close, I could feel him ready to burst, his cock rock hard in my mouth, pulsing.
“Good girl,” Cyril said as Dwight soothed the sting of his slap with kisses.
I felt Dwight line up with my body, the head of his member at my entrance. Then he slid inside of me, inch by inch, and my body clamped around him. Intense pleasure shot through my body and I moaned.
“You’re tighter than usual tonight,” Dwight grunted out. “Did we get you this worked up?”
I responded with unidentifiable noises as he pulled out and then slammed into me, pushing me to take in more of Alijah.
Dwight found his rhythm and moved inside of me, while Cyril gave the rest of my body the attention it needed. He didn’t focus on just my breasts, but other sensitive spots on my body I didn’t even know were sensitive until his hands skimmed over them. All the while, I took in Alijah, bringing him to the edge and then slowing down so he came back down. If I wasn’t coming, then he wasn’t either.
“Rhett,” Dwight grunted.
Cool hands sent energy through my body and I knew right away that it was Rhett. Rhett’s energy has always felt like electricity, but in a good way. His hands ran along my shoulders, down my spine, to my lower back. Then he went around to my stomach and then further down until he touched my clit.
My body shook under his touch and I nearly came with all the stimulation. Four men pleasing me at the same time. I’d never done it before and I was more than willing to do it in the future. My body tightened, anticipation building as the heat surged through my body.
Dwight thrust as Rhett tweaked my clit and Cyril scraped his teeth along my breast. I came and I came hard. I screamed my release around Alijah’s cock, barely aware that he was coming in my mouth. My body fell apart, shattered, and for a while, I stayed up there, high, unwilling to come down. Just as I was about to regain any sense of control over my body, another orgasm built from Rhett’s expert fingers sent me soaring again.
I screamed hard, my magic rolling off me in tidal waves, flooding the room with my pleasure. Others groaned, someone swore, and I knew I did exactly what I planned to do. I pleasured all seven of my guys and I didn’t even have to touch them. Even I could smell the musk of sex in the air.
As I came back down, I was in Rhett’s arms as he held me, rubbing my back and holding me tightly to him. His grip around me said it all. He felt like I’d shatter into a million blissful pieces if he didn’t hold me together. Maybe that was true. I certainly felt like they brought me to the edge. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed, letting him know I was back and I was good.
Even if they brought me to the edge, I knew my guys. They’d never let me fall and if I did, they’d fall with me.
I laughed and pulled away from Rhett.
“So, did we pass?” I asked, looking at our spectator, giving the others some privacy so they could recollect themselves and tuck their cocks away. While Davies, Elliot, and Venni weren’t in the show, they definitely enjoyed it as they pleased themselves.
Alijah passed over a shirt and Rhett pulled it over me. The two of them always liked dressing me.
“Yes,” the stranger said in a soft, wispy voice. “You definitely passed. I have not feasted like that in a very long time.”
The air charged briefly with a spicy energy, and then the man disappeared, leaving behind what looked like a cauldron with a folded card leaning against it.
I got to my feet, grabbing onto Dwight as my legs wobbled. My limbs weren’t ready to work right again. He smirked at me, but was smart enough to keep his mouth closed.
“Is that the pot of gold?” I asked.
“That it is,” Davies answered.
We moved closer and there were real gold coins inside. No doubt, the winner could go somewhere to turn it into cash.
“We won.” I grinned big and looked at Davies.
“We won.” He nodded.
I laughed, feeling light and carefree. “You know, if this is what celebrating holidays feels like, then I think I’m up for it in the future.”
Davies and Elliot laughed.
“I’m glad, Babe, because there are a ton of holidays.”
“We’ll be more than happy to spend them with you,” Dwight said.
As we collected our winnings, trying to decide what to do with it all, I couldn’t stop grinning. Holidays no longer felt like a waste, not with my guys around to celebrate them with me.
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Selfish in Love
Edeline Wrigh
Selfish in Love
"It won't be the last time a brownie steals from the family they're supposedly helping out," I say, taking off my work gloves to stretch out my fingers before stashing them in my bag.
"All the better for us," Riley replies, throwing himself onto the couch and propping his feet on the table. He stretches out, placing his hands behind his head, and smiles. "It's almost like it's our job or something."
I punch him on the arm. "I'm not complaining about easy money," I start.
"Except you are."
"No, I'm just... bored. Maybe it's time for a career change or something." I yawn. "Do you wanna call for pizza? I'm starving."
"What you need is an interesting case. Some kind of fae you haven't seen before. Something new." Riley smiles at me. He is every bit the look of a bounty hunter: tall, muscular, and with a good smattering of scars. Not that it detracts from the beauty of his smile or the twinkle in his eye when he has one of his ideas. Now, he pulls out his phone and starts typing something into it that I can't see. "Let's see here..."
"What I need is a nice big pizza and a long bath."
"That's what you want now. Tomorrow you'll want adventure. C'mon, we do this every time and you know it." He pauses, staring at his phone for another long moment, then hits something on the screen definitively. "There we go," he says, putting one arm around
me and pulling me in.
"So, what, you want to ask our employer for a harder case? You think he's going to give it to us after..."
Riley rolls his eyes. "That selkie wasn't guilty and you and I both know it."
"Our employer thought otherwise."
"I often disagree with what our employer thinks," he counters. "For example, I'm explicitly forbidden from kissing you." He settles in closely, pulling my lips to his.
"I don't know, there's something about a secret relationship that has a certain sort of... excitement." I kiss him back, slowly, before pulling away and sitting up. "But right now I can't take more excitement. Not until I have pizza."
He laughs, the lines of his chest moving under his shirt in a way that makes me almost forget about pizza entirely, but only almost. He holds up his phone to show me the screen. "I already ordered it. We've got like... half an hour."
"What can we do with half an hour?" I ask, moving to straddle him at his place on the couch. He obliges me, pulling his feet off the table to sit up and positioning me so my crotch is over the hard length of his cock. As it presses against me through our pants, he uses his hands on my hips to rock me back and forth. "Do you have any ideas? I'm totally stumped." I pout, pressing out my lower lip and doing what I can to will my eyes to be big and sparkly.
It works. He growls low and quietly under me, working his hands up and under my shirt. He unhooks my bra and pulls everything off in one swift motion, leaving me topless.
“Just gonna throw my clothing on the floor, huh?” I chastise him.
“Yup,” he responds, moving in to put his mouth on my breast. His tongue makes circles around my nipple as his hands trail back up my back, his fingertips grazing over sore muscles. I moan, and I’m not sure whether it’s from pain or pleasure.
“Hurt?” he says, breaking away from my body just long enough to ask the question.
I nod, then remember he can’t really see my head anyway. “A ton. Something about having to break into the brownie’s makeshift home and then engage in a fight to catch the fucker did a number on my back.”
“Poor thing,” he says, his fingers pressing into my muscles. “Another hard day of work. Certainly we have something to ease the tension.” He works his hands up to my shoulders and presses, massaging me and pressing me into him harder all at once. When I moan again, he flips me over, landing me solidly butt-first onto the couch and standing over me. His crotch is at my eye-level and his hands are working at the buttons on his pants. I try not to quiver with anticipation and mostly succeed, but am on his cock almost as quickly as I see it nonetheless.
The silky hard length of it moves into my mouth slowly at first, hitting the back of my throat. It’s comfortable, a familiar sensation that isn’t any less sexy for it. He holds himself there for a long moment, his hands gently caressing my hair and massaging my shoulders. I begin to move up and down him until his tip is all that’s left in my mouth. I pause, moving my tongue in circles around the softness there. Then I move back up, letting him bottom out in my throat, and repeat.
Over me, his legs bend slightly in his ecstasy and his hands switch from massaging to holding onto me to stabilize. I feel him grow harder still as he finally moans on the verge of climax.
And then the phone rings.
Damn it.
I ignore it and continue. He takes over, thrusting himself to orgasm, and lets out one final moan. He pulls out, wiping my lips off with his sleeve, and hands me my clothing. The phone is still ringing. We know who it is and we don’t want to deal with it, but we don’t have a choice, either.
I put on my clothing as fast as possible and do my best to straighten out my hair. It’s a tangled mess and I can tell it’s not getting any better as I run my hands over it. Hopefully, I can pass it off as the result of a hat or a difficult job or something.
“Why didn’t you call me immediately after your outing?” my boss’s familiar voice comes over the phone speaker. I sigh. We were definitely supposed to call immediately but it’s been… oh, twenty minutes since we got back? I’m not sure. Long enough for Riley to order pizza and for me to get him off, but not long enough for him to get me off too. I press my thighs together as I think about it. I’m about ninety percent certain our boss is onto us, but I have to at least keep up the pretense that we’re not fucking or we face disciplinary action. Making googly eyes at him during a formal debriefing is not going to help our case, I’m sure of it. “And where is Molly?”
“Present,” I say, moving into the frame. “What do we need to know?”
“Your almost-spotless record”—she emphasizes “almost-spotless” just to remind us we fucked up with the selkie, I’m sure of it—”remains intact, as I’m sure you guessed. Of course, you were there when the brownie paid in full. Well done.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That’s it? You don’t have more for us?”
“The same rules as always apply: don’t tell anyone any of the confidential information about the brownie you learned while out. The full details are in the debriefing document, so you’re good to go. You didn’t use excessive force, you didn’t break any of the ordinances associated with fae bounty hunting, and overall you did a superb job.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “How am I going to get better without critical feedback?”
Riley puts his hand on my lower back, making sure it’s out of frame. He speaks tenderly, but in a way that passes as coming from a supportive teammate and not as a friend with benefits. Or whatever we are. “You should be proud of yourself. It’s okay to just be good at your job.”
My boss nods on the phone screen. “I am nothing but happy with the work you’ve done and how you’ve progressed since you were first my trainee. You’ve come a long way.”
“Thank you,” I tell her, “but I’ve plateaued. It’s getting boring now. I’m considering retiring.”
She shakes her head. “You’re one of our best agents. I can’t let you retire.”
“I don’t feel like you get to decide that,” I tell her flatly.
She weighs her words carefully. “I don’t,” she says, “but I can make you an offer you won’t want to refuse.”
“Go on,” I say.
“I’m building an elite grouping,” she says. “The downside is that you’ll have to travel all over the world. You’ll be gone from friends and family for weeks, sometimes months at a time, and the work will be harder and more dangerous.”
“And the upside?”
“The upside is that the cases you have to handle will be far more interesting and you’ll stop being bored. I can almost guarantee it.”
I don’t have to think about it.
“I’m in,” I say. “Assuming Riley’s invited too.”
She nods once, and I think I catch a twinkle in her eye before it goes back to the flat all-business persona I’m used to. “Of course he is,” she says, “I wouldn’t dream of breaking up such a successful team.”
“Great. Carry on. What’s our next mission?”
She smiles, shuffling papers on the desk in front of her. “Assuming you’re ready to pack your bags tonight…”
“I’ve always been ready,” I say. And it’s true, I’ve been living out of two suitcases for the past several years.
“…your first case as a member of the elite grouping is to catch a leprechaun. He goes by Connor.”
“You’re joking, right? A leprechaun named Connor?” I stare at her, trying to remember what I’ve learned about leprechauns. It’s been awhile; I’ve been doing this for several years now, sure, but since I’m based in the USA I’ve never actually needed to use what I know about them. They’re one of those species that tends to be super confined to their home territories. Finding a leprechaun in North America is about as likely as finding a tiger in Antarctica. As in, it could theoretically happen, but if it has, someone’s made some extremely poor choices. “Aren’t leprechauns kinda like brownies? Little humanoid fae that do things for human in exchange for
good deeds or something?”
She shakes her head. “Far from it. They grant wishes but only after they’ve been caught. Much more powerful and much more dangerous people get involved with them.”
“So what’s this one due in for?” Riley asks.
“Murder,” she says, “theft, blackmail, and one or two other things. It’s all in his file. I trust you can handle it?”
I nod. “Of course,” I say. “I have an almost spotless record, after all.”
* * *
This is the first time I’ve ever been to Ireland. When I step out of the organization’s plane and onto its shores for the first time, the air feels distinctly different.
Everything hums with magic.
In the United States, it’s normal for there to be pockets of magical energy. There’s a ghost in the theater, a brownie in an old house, or a werewolf pack hanging around in the woods behind the school. But the modern world’s done a good job of wiping it out, and it’s rare that there’s a mall or newly constructed hospital that still has enough for the average person to feel the hum of energy. It’s usually just whispers at best.
Here, it’s different: waves of it move through my bones at a low vibration that makes my entire body hum. The potential for anything and everything to happen here is so overwhelming I almost pass out, and that itself is exciting.
I take a deep breath of ocean-scented air and let it fill my lungs. I can’t feel the white sand between my toes because of my damn boots and I’m sure we don’t have the time for me to take them off now. The sun is setting, lighting up the very green world with pinks and oranges and purples, and we still have to walk to the cabin we’ve told was set up for us to spend the night in.