by J. E. Cluney
“You love it, don’t pretend like you don’t,” Lucas shot back with a wicked smirk.
I snorted as Skip faltered and Lucas regained the upper hand.
I gasped for air, struggling to rein in my laughter as my cheeks hurt.
“You think they’ll just whip their dicks out in the kitchen?” Ollie mused.
“Wouldn’t surprise me,” I said with a chuckle as I sipped my water, enjoying the joyous haze that had settled over me. I’d finally regained myself now, but I kept giggling as I watched the show unfold.
“They’re insane,” Hayley rasped between her gasps for air, her face red.
I finished up my waffles as they tumbled in the kitchen still, then Skip threw Lucas off and ran outside.
“Never!” he cried out as Lucas gave chase.
“Give me that arse!” Lucas exclaimed as he took off after him.
I stumbled after them with the others, since we’d all finished our waffles, and came upon the sight of the pair darting around the yard.
“Y’know what? I’m out. This has been fun, but I need sleep,” Hayley said, giggling as she patted my shoulder. “You have fun.” She snickered as she turned and headed back inside.
“Sleep tight,” I called out after her, and she waved over her shoulder.
“Stop running, ya twat,” Lucas shouted out as a purple glow shot out from his hands.
Skip cursed as he rose off the ground, his clothes vanishing.
I just watched him roll and try to escape the floating trap he’d been ensnared in.
Well, guess he was getting a bit too caught up in it, considering his semi-hard dick.
“No! That’s not it,” Skip retorted, having heard my thoughts as I cracked a devious grin.
“We could just put the sex dungeon to use, especially since Hayley is going to bed,” I called out.
I hoped to dear God she didn’t look out the window to see the floating naked man in the backyard.
“Ah, yes. We can restrain him easier,” Lucas said with a chuckle as he clicked his fingers.
I gasped as we all appeared in the newly made basement.
I gazed around at the assorted toys and bondage equipment, including a black sex swing in the corner.
The black velvet looking bed was giant, and would easily accommodate us. I smirked as I noticed the assorted cuffs hanging off the four-poster bed and the chains attached to the head of the bed.
“Wow, you went all out,” Ollie remarked as he whistled.
“Wanted the best for our Cupcake,” Lucas said with a wink. “What should we try out first?”
“Is that an exercise ball with a dildo?” I gaped out as I spied the black ball with a dick sticking out of it.
“Um, yes,” Lucas said, chuffed as he folded his arms.
“Can I get some clothes, please?” Skip grumbled as he tried to cover himself.
“I have a better idea,” Lucas said with a smirk as he clicked his fingers.
I giggled as all our clothes vanished.
“This is better,” I stated happily, and Lucas chuckled.
Skip sighed, but then his eyes were trawling over me delightfully, and I struck a sexy pose for him. God, I felt so confident right now before my men.
“Well, I liked what we did the other night, where Skip and I had you,” Lucas said as he strode around the bed. “Want to do that again?”
“Okay, but I want someone to have a dick as well,” I purred as I crawled onto the bed and wiggled my arse.
The sharp intakes of air all around had me giggling playfully.
“Well, who’s it going to be then?” Lucas asked quietly.
“I had it last time, so it’s one of you guys now,” Skip stated as his heated gaze remained on me as he stroked his erect length.
I bit my lip at this and flicked my gaze between the other two.
“I thought you might want to try double penetration,” Lucas said, winking at Skip, who pulled a face.
“Fuck that,” he barked.
“Ollie, do you want to do it? Or would you rather go in Allison and have me in the back?” Lucas smirked at Ollie, whose face turned red.
We all chuckled at how he was excited by the suggestion.
“Well, that settles it then,” Lucas whispered as he stroked his length.
“Let’s do it,” Skip said excitedly as he flopped onto the bed beside me and pulled me on top of him.
I moaned as he captured my lips in a hungry kiss and ground himself up into my hip.
I wanted to move into the correct position so he could slide right on in, but he refused, holding me in place as he sucked on my tongue.
Ollie moved into position at the foot of the bed, and I quivered as his fingers glided over my back before settling on my hips.
Skip was lying at the end of the bed, his legs hanging off to make it easier for Ollie to gain access as he planted himself firmly behind us.
“Lube,” Lucas murmured as music starting up, pulsing and beating through me.
Ollie accepted the bottle, and Lucas magicked all of us clean as I giggled.
We were all chuckling messes, and we sloppily got underway as Skip finally allowed me to move down so that he could slip into me with ease.
Ollie used his fingers to prepare my arse, and I could feel him shuddering as Lucas did the same to him from behind while reaching around and stroking his length.
Fuck, knowing my guys were getting more comfortable in accepting sexual acts from one another only heated me up more.
It was an incredible turn on, and I began riding Skip, grinding down and savoring that second head that stroked my walls perfectly.
He ran his hands up my sides before moving them to cup my breasts, rolling his thumbs over my hardened nipples.
I gasped as Ollie finally slid a lubed-up finger into my arse, and I moaned at the strangely pleasant sensation.
“Someone is a kinky little minx,” Skip groaned out as he pinched my nipples, causing me to throw my head back.
I ground down harder on him, and Ollie continued working on my arse, grunting as Lucas continued teasing him both in the arse and by stroking his dick.
I wanted tonight to be crazy and to ride this confident high thanks to the alcohol and have a crapload of fun.
“We can do that,” Lucas murmured, and I knew he was stretching Ollie’s arse, readying it.
Ollie was still working on me, and Lucas clicked his fingers, making me buck as the fireworks exploded over my clit, sending sparks of bliss through me as I cried out.
Ollie found it easier to get me ready now as Skip drove up into me slowly, holding me steady to fight off my attempts to quicken the pace.
I groaned at this, but it morphed into a blissful moan as Ollie finally started to ease himself into me.
He’d made himself smaller to start with, and he slid in quite nicely.
He hissed as Lucas finally drove into his arse as well, and I could feel his pleasure building already.
We began moving in sync, one big hot mess of pleasure and moans.
I let the men take charge, unable to keep up as Skip thrust into me hard and fast as Ollie did the same, and I moaned and clawed at Skip’s shoulders as Ollie’s dick slowly grew and thickened until I was gasping and teetering on the edge of the orgasmic cliff.
Ollie was the first to come with Lucas ramming into him, and he grunted and moaned as he drove himself deep inside me, his fingers digging into my arse cheeks.
It was a domino effect as his pleasure hit all of us, and I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me like a blinding light, knocking the air out of me and making me soar high on the ecstatic clouds.
Skip and Lucas joined us, and we remained locked in body and mind, the bliss from everyone coursing through us and setting every nerve ending alight.
I wasn’t sure when it died down, but my mind was swimming as I giggled and kissed all of my men, enjoying the show as they took turns sucking one another and kissing on the bed. I hoped I remember
ed all of this tomorrow, as I was having trouble keeping myself focused as things moved quickly.
The next thing I knew, I was riding Lucas’ face as Skip and Ollie took turns doing him in the arse.
I vacantly remembered some drunken chat about how he wanted to try what Brad had done with two dicks in his arse, and my intoxicated mates were more than happy to see if they could do it.
I was crying out as they finally succeeded, and Lucas exploded all over himself quickly, causing me to finish as well as he ate me out.
He lapped up my sweet juices, and Skip was then dragging me off him, guiding me over to the swing.
I laughed and kissed him, hanging off him as those dilated eyes bore into me.
He wanted to do me as hard as he could on the swing.
I quivered as I allowed him to help get me into it, which Lucas had to help with when we started laughing uncontrollably as we struggled.
Once in the swing, I enjoyed the floating sensation for only a moment before Skip buried himself into me hard, making me rock back and forth as he gripped my legs.
I vacantly noticed Ollie going down on Lucas before I was squirming and writhing once more, Skip hitting all the right spots.
“Finish for me,” Skip grunted out as he held onto my legs, hammering into me as I gasped and moaned.
His words had me nearing the edge, and when I looked over to the bed to find my other two men had switched their positions up, Ollie now doing Lucas hard as Lucas jerked off, it was all that I needed.
I screamed as yet another epic orgasm rocked me to my core, and Skip cursed as he joined me in release.
We continued changing things up, and the hours ticked by until my body was spent and sore, unable to take any more.
I’d started to sober up by the end of it, and I flopped onto the bed, the stench of sex surrounding me as Ollie joined me.
Skip was still face fucking Lucas as he jerked off yet again, but I was done.
I needed rest.
Ollie pulled me into his arms, kissing my neck lazily as I blinked my eyes slowly, grateful the room was coming into focus more. I could tell my stomach was a little cranky from all the bouncing around with alcohol, but Lucas had settled it with some magic.
Skip moaned as he came, and Lucas swallowed it down as he finished all over himself too before slowly rising up and kissing Skip softly.
They then joined us in bed, their heaving bodies well spent. Skip was glistening with sweat in the dim lighting like the rest of us, except Lucas, who never seemed to sweat.
Damn warlock.
“Fuck, we need to do that more,” Lucas said, then whistled as he spread out on the bed.
“Maybe save it for a few occasions. I don’t think Bee Sting will be able to walk tomorrow,” Skip slurred as he smiled up at the ceiling.
“Wonder if we’d all do it without alcohol,” Ollie mumbled as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine.
“Guess we’ll find out,” Lucas said as he rolled onto his side.
Skip was at my back with Lucas on his other side, and he stroked my back lightly.
The faint lighting faded into darkness, and Skip’s soft strokes on my back fell still.
The pair fell asleep quickly, only the faint music beating softly in the room now.
Marcus had returned upstairs to work, too sober to join our little orgy session, and I just snuggled into the sweet velvet sheets of the bed.
“How do you think I’ll find this dagger?” Ollie murmured into the darkness.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, hating that we were both sobering up too much now and the numb haze was lifting.
“We need to find it quickly. People are dying,” Ollie said softly.
I reached out, stroking his face and trying to relieve the furrow in his brow.
“We will, I promise. We’ll figure it all out,” I assured him as I wrapped my arms around him.
He sighed and nuzzled into my chest, and I played softly with his hair.
I just hoped we could get to the bottom of this soon.
Before another body fell.
12
I walked through the bustling crowd, glad that the little country show hadn’t been cancelled. Work had been interesting yesterday, with many people mentioning the new curfew.
Lucas wasn’t able to work on Claire, since Mr Brady hadn’t yet returned from meeting with the Council. He wasn’t too happy his father was gone, although the witch they’d sent had arrived and was now staying with his mother and sister in their home. She was apparently one of the strongest witches around.
Marcus had stayed at home to continue working on Nightwood, and Skip was at work.
Dixon and Natalie had showed up to collect Hayley, and we had breakfast together and a good chat before they headed off. Trish had decided to go on yet another fun date with Brad for the day while we were out.
I was walking with Lucas and his mother now, while Ollie was preparing for his show with Million.
He would be on at ten-fifteen, so we’d make our way to the show arena closer to then.
“What’s she like?” Lucas asked as his mother gazed around the bustling crowd.
“Charlotte seems nice enough. She’s quite strong too, but keeps to herself mostly. She’s spending today checking in with the patrols and using magic to try to find Joseph, although if your father couldn’t locate him, I doubt she will,” Camille said with a sigh. She was a little overdressed in my opinion, wearing what looked like a fairly expensive floral dress, while the rest of the crowd was in jeans and shirts.
I felt like I was truly in the country now, surrounded by country folk wearing cowboy hats and boots.
There were a few people who were clearly just here to watch, wearing board shorts, thongs, and caps.
I’d gone with denim shorts and a singlet for the heat, and Ollie had let me borrow a wide-brimmed hat.
“I hate that the Council wanted Dad to go to them. That’s risky. He’s the area Enforcer. He’s needed here to deal with everything,” Lucas said, huffing in frustration.
“I know, but when it comes to the Council…you don’t question it,” Camille said, then sighed sadly. “But I get where you’re coming from. It seems awfully strange that they requested he bring evidence to them. I’m rather uneasy about this whole thing. People are dying, and this curfew is in effect now. The committee was speaking about cancelling the show, but we don’t want to panic the town any more than necessary. An alert has been put out to keep an eye out for anything strange, but to be honest, we don’t even know what this man looks like or if he’s working alone. Sure, there’s old photos of him, but he could easily change his appearance.”
“I don’t like any of this. Why can’t anyone find him? Have the patrols found anything?” Lucas asked as he slipped his hand into mine and gave it a soft squeeze.
“Nothing, but I guess that’s also good. It means no new bodies yet,” she murmured.
I spied a small food stall, and my stomach growled at the sight of some cheesecake in the display.
Lucas smiled as he moved our direction to there, and his mother seemed more than happy to order a tea and sit in the shade.
I plopped down with the water I’d ordered along with cheesecake, while Camille had ordered some scones.
“Any news on this dagger? Your father said your friend Oliver is the one who can find it, but he was vague on that,” Camille murmured as she stirred her tea.
I couldn’t get over how perfect she looked, with not a single golden hair out of place in her high bun and her makeup on point, making her green eyes pop.
“No, nothing yet. I’ve tried to nudge it along with magic, but whatever his secret power or ability is, it’s not something I can access,” Lucas stated. “I want to finish with Claire. We could’ve lifted the last of the magic on her today if Dad was still here.”
“Perhaps Charlotte or I could help? There are some strong witches in town who could help. And who knows what she could know,
” Camille said as she sipped her tea.
“Maybe. If Charlotte is so powerful, could be worth asking,” Lucas agreed.
“I’ll call her,” Camille said as she reached into her spotless white purse.
I sat back as my cheesecake arrived with some cream on the side, and Lucas’ pie came with his milkshake.
The scones came after as Camille spoke in a hushed tone with Charlotte.
I sipped my water, grateful for the gentle breeze that had cooled down the day a little.
I enjoyed my cheesecake, unable to keep from listening in to Camille’s phone call. It sounded like Charlotte wanted to help and would do so this afternoon, once she’d gotten a few other things sorted first.
“Well, sounds like it’s settled then. She’ll meet you at the station at three this afternoon to lift the last of the magic if possible. Hopefully, Claire can provide some insight,” Camille said as she delicately slotted her phone back into her purse before sipping her tea.
“Thanks, Mom,” Lucas said, smiling softly at her.
“Mom! There you are.”
I turned to spot Cathy coming our way in a bright emerald dress that stood out amongst all the more casual clothed crowd.
“Catherine, how’s the show going?” Camille asked as Cathy strode over to join us in her silver heels. How she was walking on the dirt and gravel in those things was beyond me. At least Camille had gone for some flats today.
“It’s going good, great turn out. They’re raising plenty of funds,” Cathy said, bobbing her head as she tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, her emerald eyes brought out by her dress.
“What are they raising funds for?” Lucas asked as he leaned back in his chair. Today he’d gone for a more suitable navy suit, although he wore a blue shimmery sparkle tie with it.
“Rescue horses, off the track and retraining,” Cathy answered as she pulled up a chair and sat down.
“Million was an ex-racer,” Lucas noted.
“Yep, they’re trying to support them even more in the show this year. They’ll be doing a fancy show once all the events are done. Should be good,” she noted.
“Is it just barrel racing?” I asked.
“They’re also doing some cutting and roping. I’m impressed with how many thoroughbreds they actually got in. You’ve got your standard Quarter Horses and stock horses too, but they had first preference for thoroughbreds to try to show off how versatile the breed is,” Cathy explained.
