by L. A. Boruff
Blaine comes over and places a full plate of food in front of me, dipping down to kiss my temple before going to sit to my left and devour his own food.
I’m just bringing the fork to my mouth when the front door swings open and in walks my Grams. Dropping the fork, “What? How? Grams what are you doing here?!?” I screech.
How is this possible? I know there’s shock written all over my face, and I look to the guys to see what’s going on.
“Do you know them, Grams?” I flat out ask her.
She gives me a pointed look, “Missy, you best put some clothes on before I get to explaining. No need for these boys here to be distracted.”
Mortified, I look down to see I’m still in just a sheet. Oh. My. God. Before I can blink, the sheet is replaced with the green dress from my dreams, just not sheer. Thank God.
“One of you couldn’t have done that before she got here?” Exasperated, I stare daggers as the guys sit around the table, one of them bringing a chair up for Grams.
“What would be the fun in that, little fire,” I hear Fallon say, and I throw my fork in his direction, which he quickly catches with a smirk and uses it to eat his own food.
“Hey, that’s mine,” I retort and try to kick him under the table.
“Well, then you shouldn’t have thrown it in my direction. Guess you’ll just have to use your fingers.” At that he makes a point to slowly put his food in his mouth. I stick my tongue out at him and then yelp when I get a pinch to my underarm.
“Ouch! Grams, that hurts.” She sits there smiling like she didn’t just pinch me.
“Grams, can you please tell me what’s going on? How did you know to come here?” I plead with her. I don’t know if I can take her riddles this morning. I’ve had no coffee, I just had the most incredible night of my life with not one, but three guys. My thoughts are interrupted with her words.
“Child, I’ve always told you that you were special. What I didn’t tell you is how I knew you were. You see, a seer came to me when you were very small. She told me to mold your love for magic and to let you run wild in your dreams. That one day, you would get a mark that would change your life. I also have a bit of magic, my dear. I’ve known these boys’ mothers for years. You just weren’t meant to see them until the time was right. As to how I knew you were here, I followed you to make sure you were all right. Judging from the sounds you were making, I could tell you were being taken care of and decided to come back this morning.” She smirks, and I have to turn away from her gaze.
I cannot believe my Grams heard us. Oh my God, how will I ever look at her again?
She comes forward and takes my hands in her, drawing me from my thoughts. “Aideen, follow your heart. These boys are more than they seem, but they will love you fiercely if you let them.”
At that, she looks around the table and then stands up. “I’ll be watching you. If you hurt my girl here, I will string you up by your toes and have my friend hex your balls off.” At those parting words, she bends down to kiss the top of my head and says her goodbye. When she’s just about to walk out of the house, she turns, “I expect you all for dinner, I want to get to know my girl’s men, and I’m sure Gemma will want that, too.”
If the guys’ shocked faces are anything like my own, this is going to be one interesting night.
* * *
Dinner is one hilarious affair, with Gemma not only grilling the guys but pulling me aside and wanting all the sexy details that come from being with three guys.
“You are one lucky duck right now. Girl, I am so jealous. I know I told you to get laid, but damn girl.” She winks at me as we sit down on the couch. “Tell me everything.”
“You know I don’t kiss and tell.” I laugh, going to get up off the couch.
“Oh no, you don’t. You don’t go from using Eddie for over a year to three sexy-as-sin men without telling your bestie the deets. Spill it or I’ll go get your baby album out and show them all the embarrassing pictures,” she threatens.
“Sheesh, fine, you win. Girl, they rocked my world. I mentioned some fantasies, and not only did they make them come true, but it was better than anything I could ever imagine. I think they know my body better than I do myself,” I tell her with a blush.
“Good, you need a good man, or men, in your life to treat you right and show you all the things you’ve been missing. Now we can get together and compare notes on our girl nights.” She winks and stands up, hauling me up with her.
We start to walk to where the guys and Grams are out back, but she stops and turns around, searching my eyes. “You tell me if they ever hurt you, yeah? I’ll help chop their balls off then feed it to them, got me?”
I nod, which satisfies her, and we make our way outside. I sit down beside Blaine, but he stops me and pulls me down onto his lap instead. I blush and look from Grams to Gemma, but they are both looking at me with smiles on their faces. We spend the rest of the evening laughing as Grams and Gemma spill all about how I used to chase rainbows when I was little and even got lost in the woods because I wanted to befriend a fairy.
Could the night get any better?
* * *
Gemma says something that gets us all laughing, and I notice something getting hard under me. I wiggle my hips with a smile, and Blaine places his hands on my thighs to stop me, but they do nothing to stop the growing need coiling inside me. I shiver and Gemma sees it. Giving me a knowing look, she gets up and grabs a blanket from inside. She throws it in our direction, and Blaine catches it with ease. I look at her, and she just winks at me. The little minx, I’m going to kill her.
Blaine wraps the blanket over my lap and tucks it up over my shoulders. Fin grabs Grams’s and Gemma’s attention as Blaine moves his hands back under the blanket to guide my legs over his thighs. He then slowly starts to spread his legs until mine are open wide and he brings one arm around my stomach, flattening his hand there. His other hand starts inching up the skirt I decided to wear until it's bunched on my thighs, his fingers making their way to my aching core.
I can’t believe I’m letting him do this, what if Grams sees?
I try to get up, but he just tightens his arm around my middle. Looking up, I see that Fin and Fallon have positioned Gemma’s back to me and have her complete attention. I look to Grams, who chooses that moment to get up and use the bathroom.
“I think I’m turning in for the night. You youngins can stay as long as you want, just lock up when you leave. Love you girls.” She smiles to us, “Gentlemen, behave.” Giving them a pointed look, she turns around and goes inside.
I jump when a finger slides across the fabric of my panties, pressing down to rub harder against my nub. Blaine pulls me tighter against him and blows softly against the skin behind my ear. “Little fire, I can feel your heat through you soaked panties. I’m going to slip my fingers inside you, play with that velvety pussy of yours, and you’re not going to make a sound, baby. We don’t want Gemma to turn around. Don’t forget that Fin and Fallon are watching you. Give them a show but stay silent.”
My nod is all he needs before he’s moving my scrap of a thong to the side and sliding his fingers through my slit. “Shite woman, you’re wet. Does this mean you like being watched while someone plays with you? I wonder if your pussy would clench around my fingers if we moved this blanket and Fin and Fallon got to see me finger fuck you? Would you like that, little fire?”
I open my mouth to say yes, and he stops his fingers, just as they are entering me. “Remember, baby, don’t make a sound or I’ll have to stop.” His fingers slowly start to move, pushing farther up into me as his other hand moves the blanket to drop it next to us.
I look up sharply as Fin stumbles over his words and Fallon quickly interjects. Gemma is laughing at whatever they’re saying but my eyes are locked with Fin’s. He likes what he sees. Feeling empowered by the look in his eyes, I fall back into Blaine and lift my legs to place the soles of my feet on his thighs, completely opening myself to Fin and Fall
on’s gaze.
Blaine adjusts his hands - one over my leg, playing with my clit, while the other pushes two fingers back inside me, slowly moving in and out. The more he moves, the slicker they become, and I can hear my juices making a sound every time he pushes inside me. I’m so wrapped up in the pleasure coursing through me that I close my eyes and lay my head back onto his shoulder.
“Oh my.” My gaze darts up to find that Gemma has turned around and is staring at the sight before her. I try to close my legs, but Blaine holds me tighter, whispering in my ear.
“Look at her, look at her face. She likes what she sees. Do you really want me to stop?” I search her gaze and find only heated lust in her stare. I know she’s bi, and she’s been telling me for years that if I ever wanted to explore that she’d be game, but with the look she’s giving me now, I feel it. Her eyes move over my skin, and I swear they leave goosebumps their wake.
Blaine starts to move his fingers again and I watch Gemma. After a few moments of her watching him play with me she lifts her face to meet mine.
“Damn Aideen, I just want to crawl over to you and lick you while he makes you come with his fingers. I know you’re not ready for that, but let me watch. But know that if you say yes, I will in the future have my mouth where his fingers are and make you come with my tongue. All while your men watch, and then they can do whatever they want to you while I go get my pleasure. Also, no matter what you say, we’re still bestie bitches. You can’t get rid of me,” she says with a wink.
I look at her, really look at her, and see nothing but unfiltered lust and love coming from her. Knowing that nothing will change between us, I open my legs wider to give them all a better view.
Fallon gets up and moves to kneel between my legs. He places his hands on my inner thighs and bends down, blowing on my exposed clit. The minute I feel his tongue flick against me, I let out a moan and close my eyes. Between knowing that not only Fin is watching me, but Gemma too, and Blaine's fingers mixed with Fallon's tongue I feel myself spiraling towards the abyss.
“Come for us, little fire. Show your friend what you look like when pleasure takes over your body. Come around Blaine’s fingers and let Fallon lick all your cream,” I hear Fin’s voice and my body takes over.
I try not to scream out, so I grab onto Blaine’s arm and Fallon’s head, digging my fingers in and give into the bliss as it overtakes me and then… blackness.
12
Blaine
Having her come undone in my arms and around my fingers, I’ve never been so hard in my life. All I want to do is pull my cock out and have her ride me until we both release together, but I don’t know if I should while her friend watches. I slowly slide my fingers out of her as she gets her breathing under control and lifts her head. She sends a smile towards her friend Gemma as Fallon sits back and helps her lower her legs. She’s still sitting on my lap, and knowing her juices are just waiting for us to fuck her is not making it easy to get my hard-on under control.
“Damn girl, that was hot. As much as I would love to stay and watch what comes next, I need to go get myself some. You boys take care of our girl and remember, next time my tongue gets to taste you. I can’t wait to find out what sweetness my bestie has been hiding from me all these years.” She bends down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, waves goodbye, and walks around to grab her bike before riding off.
Now that Gemma is gone, I don’t hold back. I spread her legs again, drawing a gasp from her luscious mouth.
“What are you doing, Blaine?” She says on a breath but opens her legs wider at my ministrations.
Shite, she’s perfect!
“Little fire, I just felt you come on my fingers while your friend watched, so I need to feel your juices coat my cock while I fuck you, hard. I don’t think I can go slow right now, so hold on, baby.”
I move her forward so I can unbutton my jeans and shimmy them down just enough to free myself. I grab my length in one hand, pumping a few times before I pull her backward, lifting her at the same time. She helps line me up to her entrance and sinks down, taking me all in one go.
“Oh God, Blaine,” I hear her say, but I can only focus on how good her heat feels wrapped around me. I scoot my legs forward to help give me leverage and start pistoning into her, her cries for more spearing me on. Fin comes forward to take her lips, and I feel her body grip mine in another orgasm. That’s all it takes for me to follow her over the edge, and I’m coming inside her, my cock pulsing as I feel her pussy spasm around me as she comes down from her high.
I pull out of her, and Fin picks her up as she snuggles into his chest. Damn if that’s not a beautiful thing to watch, because it tells me she trusts us. Fallon and I clean up, putting everything either inside or back on the porch before we lock up her Grams’s house and head back to our tree.
She may not know it yet, but she’s just become our whole world, and we intend to spend the rest of our lives enjoying her and making her every wish, dream, and fantasy come true. I can speak for all of us when I say that we are on our way to falling in love with the girl that was destined to be ours. It’s only been a few days, but I can’t imagine life without her.
Shite, I’m getting sentimental.
As my eyes follow her in Fin’s arms, I know that every sentiment in the world is worth it if it keeps her happy and in our arms. Chuckling at my own thoughts, and looking back to her sleeping form, I have an inkling that our little fire will keep us on our toes. I for one look forward to that challenge.
Yes, life is about to get more interesting, and I intend to relish every moment of it.
The End.
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Lucky Shot
Jade Oliver
Four best friends are celebrating St. Paddy's Day when they're served shots from a mischievous leprechaun which sets off 24 hours of lustful revelations that just might leave them with more than they bargained for.
1
Chloe
“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, if you can’t choose one, just take them all.” I giggle as the words of my best friend Shannon filter over and over through my thoughts. I can see her doing something like that. She’s bold. She’s daring. Most importantly, she doesn’t care what anyone else thinks, much less obsess over every perceived wrong word or accidental insult. I’m not a wallflower by any means but sleeping with my three best friends, who just happen to be the hottest men I’ve ever seen, is not on my something “expected from me” list.
The sensual musky smell of amber and orchids meet my nose as I pour the bath oil into the steaming water filling the large, clawfoot tub. This tub, actually this whole bathroom, was the only reason I chose this apartment. My rent is more than I would normally pay but once I imagined myself soaking in this tub after a long hard day I was sold.
I turn off the water and reach for my glass of wine before allowing myself to sink into the experience before me. The water is just hot enough that it envelops me, and with the slickness of the body softening oil and the smell, it immediately relaxes my taut muscles.
As I soak in the tub enjoying the bitterness of the rich red wine, my thoughts replay the conversation with Shan. How would that even work? I’ve never considered a threesome much less a foursome. The idea doesn’t turn me off though, in fact, it does the opposite. Just the thought heats up my cheeks. But that’s not all it heats up. I don’t know how I’m going t
o face them tonight with these thoughts in my head.
The sensations around me make me so relaxed I don’t care when I lean over the side of the bathtub and cause the water to splash on the tile and wet my towel. I place my empty wine glass on the floor and press play on my phone, which is safely dry on the stool I bought for it, especially after I shorted out my last phone with spilled bathwater.
The notes from an acoustic guitar fill the room and bounce off the tile wall to cocoon me further into my dreamlike bliss. Dante’s voice is a deep rasp and sounds like torture wrapped in sex. Sometimes I feel like my body could climax just by the way his voice makes me feel, the way his words fill my soul and leave me wrung out but still wanting more.
I let my eyes close as I lie back against the softly cushioned bath pillow with a sigh. I could lose myself completely in the dark black silk of his hair, the deep richness of his brown eyes that twinkle with mischief and protectiveness. Adding to that is the sharply angled planes of Dante’s face anchored by the most perfect mouth, with not too thin or thick, slightly bowed lips. His features all come together to complete the most breathtaking picture of an angsty bad boy indie rockstar. But those of us who know him, really know him, know he’s not that at all but a goofy and fun-loving guy. He loves deeply and with loyalty, and he would do anything to ensure the happiness and safety of his family and friends.
I sigh as the words absorb into me. I’d offer you forever but I won't. I would never ask and you could never let them go. So I watch and wait for any sign that you want your forever to be mine. This is the song that always makes me wonder who he’s singing about behind his words. I mean, who is stupid enough to not want a forever with Dante?