Mira’s hands were still wrapped around Johnny’s shoulders and they followed her words, working at his knotted muscles until she felt her own tension begin to ease away in time with his.
“They’d been so comfortable with each other as they joked around with their camping equipment. Obviously really into each other, too, lots of little touches and sideways smiles. They wanted each other, and I’d been jealous,” she told him, her grip on him tightening a little bit as she made her admission. “Wanting that for myself.” Thinking of you and Lee.
She sighed a little, carding her hands through his hair and pressing a little kiss to his temple. “But knowing what they looked like, picturing them, just made it better as I listened to them fuck. All I could think of was the way his big hand had closed over the back of her neck while she was chatting with their mates.” Her skin flushed at the memory. “So hot, so so hot, the way she melted at his touch. Mmm, the way he handled her. Possessive, but careful too. Like he wanted everyone to know that she’d chosen him, but like he knew he was the luckiest guy alive that she didn’t shake him off.”
She kissed Johnny again, in the same place, but now her mouth was open, pliant, and she left a glossy little wet patch against his skin.
“My fingers moved faster on my pussy. I strained to hear even the smallest sounds from them. I knew they’d be trying to be quiet—so if I heard a noise from them, it would be one that they just couldn’t stop themselves from making. Maybe a hiss of her breath when his teeth grazed her nipple. Maybe a moaning laugh from him if she licked him,” Mira touched her tongue to that same place, “here.”
She murmured into his skin, feeling the rhythm of the story take hold. “She woke up like I did, lust taking her by surprise. Pumping through her body to her fingers, her toes, her belly, her tits, her pussy. But where I could only touch myself, she had him to enjoy. A solid, sexy body beside her.
“They would have kicked off the blanket sometime in the night, their body heat was enough. She would be able to see the erection tenting his pants, the big, eager bulge of it. I imagined the way she’d run her hands over him, splaying her fingers, maybe just underneath the waistline.”
Mira’s fingers hooked into the belt loop of Johnny’s jeans. Her breath hitched. “She’d shove them down fast because she's not about to tease him, not when everything about their bodies is telling her to get his nice, thick cock inside her, now.”
When had she lost control of this? She was in thrall to her own storyline—she shoved his trousers and boxers down over his arse and away, finally getting him naked. Suddenly he didn’t feel so vulnerable, just sleek muscle against her tingling breasts and eager hips.
“She locked her leg across his and pulled him close. Ran the arch of her foot up through the silky hair on his calves…” And, oh, Johnny felt good when she did just that. Mira twisted them both around so she was lying beside him, her body melded to his.
Her words came fast now, tumbling out of her. She felt off her head with arousal—unable to shut up, unable to stop stroking his skin or rubbing herself against his hipbone. “So, this girl, she just went with it, rolled that little bit farther on top of him, her lovely blonde hair brushing over his chest as she licked his nipples and eased down onto his cock.”
Mira rolled on top of him, breathing hard. “She’d be clumsy,” Mira told him. “Still half-asleep despite her throbbing pussy.” She nudged her body snugger against his, feeling his rock-hard cock press up eagerly against the thin barrier of her knickers. She ground down, demanding more pressure with every swirl of her hips. “And he’d come awake in an instant, the—ah—the feel of her pussy stroking his bare cockhead would make him thrust hard, just a primitive, instinctive push of his hips, because deep was good, and they’d both groan and that’s what I heard, through the tent walls, this guttural groan—“
Johnny’s head tipped back, his mouth gasping silently, his body taut and straining. She sat up, straddling him, desperate to see him better. His eyes were wide now, a bruised blue dark with hunger.
“How did it end?” he rasped.
The sound of his voice, the first words he’d spoken since she’d found him, sent the shocky after-effects of her earlier climax jangling across every nerve ending. “I came at your voice, listening to you sing to me.” The wrong story, one she hadn’t meant to share, but her head was spinning with having him back, having him himself, and she was as vulnerable as he was.
He surged up, pushing her backwards as he pulled at the sopping lace of her knickers. The sting of pain across her thighs as the elastic gave way was quickly eclipsed by the agonisingly good drag of his wrist through her swollen folds. He threw the underwear and it hit the invisible line of the fairy circle with a crackle and shower of sparks. Johnny crouched over her. His fingers curled, tugging at her clit before spreading her wide. Wetness slid down her thighs.
“Johnny.” Mira lost the thread of the story once and for all. She shoved his hands away, taking hold of his cock in a rough, twisting stroke that had her pussy clenching, desperate for him to push inside. “You’re so fucking hot. God.”
His shoulders blocked out her vision of the trees but the moonlight spotlighted the set line of his jaw, the glint of his eyeteeth as they bit down onto his bottom lip.
“Johnny,” she groaned, and she bumped up against his hips, but his weight pinned her down. He braced over her, his face rigid. “Kiss me,” she commanded, throat dry, and his cock twitched against her thigh, smearing her with pre-come.
His mouth was sultry—dark and wet. She lost herself in his taste as his tongue curled inside her mouth, running across her teeth, pushing against her palate. His thumbs came up to frame her face, to hold her in place. One of them hooked into the corner of her mouth, tugging gently so that her lips were positioned exactly as he wanted. His cock pressed tightly against her clit and the grind there was perfect—slippery little tugs every time he rocked backwards, never letting up the pressure or putting space between their bodies.
A whine built up in her throat but his roving hands stroked down her neck, quieting until it dissipated into a hiss of breath shared between their greedy mouths. She wanted his cock inside her with a desperation that wiped out any of the pity or panic she'd felt earlier, utterly erasing any memory of why this wasn’t a good idea right now. Time, place, excuses, fear, common-sense—they all fell away at the feel of his mouth working hers, the solid promise of his dick riding up against her.
The edges of her want tore her apart. “Fuck me, Johnny, fuck me, fuck me,” she ordered him, and he twisted them over with one fast movement, rolling her on top of him.
The blunt weight of his cockhead pressed slowly, too slowly, up into her folds. Then she sank down and took him, her soft flesh parting easily to urge him inside. He thrust, unable to hold back, and the long curve of him was as good as she’d thought it would be. “Yes, more,” she murmured. She convulsed, her pussy stroking his bare flesh. His face blanked with pleasure and his hips snapped up, pushing him harder, deeper.
She was so ready that all it took were three more thrusts before she came undone across his body, shoulders hitching with sobs as her orgasm ripped through her. Johnny’s cock jerked and swelled as she clenched around him, but remained rigid.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he was chanting. “I can’t, ah, Mira, I can’t come.”
She hung her head, panting. Another crest hit her and she collapsed on his chest, the movement shoving his cock even deeper inside her. She squeezed him, catching them both in the aftershock, and he cried out underneath her, his hips surging helplessly against her weight.
Mira went utterly limp, every bit of tension gone. Long moments passed as she drifted, a hazed-out bliss that the fairy’s best efforts had only come close to reaching. Johnny’s scent—forest, skin, man, sex—enveloped her. She was covered in sweat, hers and his. Syrupy hot come drenched the insides of her aching thighs.
Finally she went loose around him, giving him room to move inside he
r. He rolled them over again and rocked into her—shallow, staccato thrusts of his cock that sent fresh sweat blossoming across his cheeks, chest, back, ass. So slippery…there was no friction, just the sweet glide of him back and forth, building liquid pleasure at the entrance to her pussy until she thought she might come again. Then he slowed, his breath rasping painfully. Despairing, he said, “It’s no good. She won’t let me.”
“I’ll get you there, I promise, baby.” Mira rotated her hips, pulling him deeper, but while he groaned appreciatively he was no closer to relief.
He shuddered again. “Bloody Lee,” he muttered. “Can we blame him for this?” She saw a flash of humour in the midnight of his irises before his pupils expanded to drown it out.
“Definitely Lee’s fault,” Mira agreed, laughing shakily, and she was rewarded by the swift upward twitch of his mouth before his lips compressed again. The thick column of his cock rubbed across every inch of her as she carefully, very carefully, eased him off of her. She felt a rush of warmth between her thighs and the relative cool of the evening air against her pussy. He was still hugely erect, the vein running down the underside of his cock throbbing gently in time to his heartbeat, his sac tight and swollen.
“Please,” he begged her.
One release, the fairy had said, but more must be earned. Thinking frantically, desperate to help him, Mira’s gaze narrowed at the tree where he’d been bound. She’d bitten him, she remembered with a blush, and that had released him from his chains of ivy. Then her inadvertent honesty at the end of her storytelling—had that been the key to breaking the spell that held him in thrall? So…his next release would clearly require another gift, one even more…personal. She brushed her fingertips across Johnny’s set jaw. “She wants you,” Mira murmured, looking again at the towering oaks and understanding what had to be done. The fairy wanted him to come for her, not for Mira.
Johnny made a loud sound of pleasure. She turned in time to see him twisting on the grass, his heels digging into the turf. His hands had wrapped around his cock again, and he was working himself, hard. She was riveted in place by the sight of him jerking off like that, absolutely single-minded in his need for relief.
More clear liquid welled from his slit. She licked her lips, staring. His cock was still slick from being inside her, and there was a little smear of her cream just underneath the flare of the crown that his exertions hadn’t wiped away.
“Can I taste you?” She didn’t wait for a reply, just crossed swiftly back to slant her mouth across his dick.
He tasted like her, tasted like their fucking. He was hot from friction and frustration, the thin stretch of his skin burning against her tongue. She let her teeth graze the underside of the head and was rewarded by his breathy gasp. She wasn’t gentle--he was in such a bad state she thought that gentleness might actually hurt him, in fact, the rougher she was, the more he seemed to like it.
Mira pulled off, swiping little farewell licks across his shaft with the edge of her tongue. As she manoeuvred herself over him once more, she rubbed the flat of her palm against his muscular thigh. His salty sweat stung at the little cut the bracken had given her earlier. Where she’d bled.
Ha! she thought. If an offering of blood had worked to open a path through the forest labyrinth, surely a similar gift would free him from the last of the fairy’s magic bindings.
“Johnny!” He wasn’t listening—his head tossed back and forth, his chest heaved as he came closer and closer to the orgasm he wasn’t allowed to have. “Johnny, I've got it! Your come—”
“Come,” he moaned and his abdomen rippled. “Need to…”
She gave herself over to his pleasure, letting him push his cock into the soft cup of her palm. “Yeah, come, baby, I've got you. I’m here. But come for her too, Johnny. Promise her.”
“Yes—”
Johnny’s cries mingled with Mira’s triumphant shout. The hot splash of his cream across her skin felt so good as his cock stuttered and spurted in her hands.
Slinging one arm around his neck to steady him, Mira dropped her hand swiftly to the ground and swiped his pearly come onto the grass of the glade. “For you,” she called, and above them, a crow answered loudly as the air shimmered around them.
Johnny looked up, bleary, the lines of his face muzzy with satiation. So good, she thought, as she leant down to kiss him. He grunted into her mouth when he tasted himself on her tongue. The kiss deepened.
There was a noise behind them, which Mira ignored. The fairy, watching them, wanting more, could wait. “Go away,” she muttered against Johnny’s stubbled jaw.
“But I just got here,” complained Lee. “And I see you’ve already started without me.”
“Lee!”
He dropped to his knees beside them and Mira spun around into his arms. He held her close for a second, squeezing her tight, seemingly oblivious to her naked and dishevelled state.
“I’ve been here, waiting for the barrier to drop,” he said into her hair, voice cracking. “I could see you, hear you. I tried, Mira, I tried, but I couldn’t get in.”
“Oh, Lee.” She realised what he meant. All this time. He’d heard her message, he’d come to find them and he’d been trapped outside the glade just as surely as they’d been locked in. Until she’d finally broken enough of the spell to free Johnny completely from the fairy’s thrall. But would the fairy let them go? Despairing, Mira knew she wouldn’t. She drew back. “Lee, you shouldn’t have come. Now she has all three of us.”
Lee shook his head, expression grim. “I don’t think so.” He grabbed Johnny’s arm. The Celtic tattoo—the fairy’s brand—was stark against his skin. Lee’s frown deepened at the sight of it. He fumbled in his jacket pocket, producing Johnny’s brown leather wristband.
Johnny’s eyes widened and his entire body tensed with anticipation. But Lee hesitated, looking at them. “I want you safe,” he said quietly. “Both of you.”
Lust and love twisted through her. “You’ll have us,” she promised him. Beside her, Johnny nodded, his fingers tightening around Mira’s. “Just do it.”
Lee nodded once, then looked up at the trees. “You said he gave himself away?” he called, raising his voice in challenge. “Well, we’re taking him back!” With a quick, sure movement, he wrapped the band around Johnny’s outstretched wrist and clicked the mechanism closed.
The wind picked up around them as the swirls of the tattoo blurred and smudged. Ink coalesced into an oily residue across his Johnny’s skin, then, as the droplets fell away one by one, they turned to black moths. Mira felt their wings brush delicately over her cheeks as they flew past her, spiralling up into the night. The wind howled, oak leaves raining down on them as the ancient trees bent to its force.
Just as Mira started to panic, Johnny urged, “Come here.” She obeyed blindly, pressing her mouth to his. Amidst the sound and the sensation, she was dimly aware of Johnny pulling Lee closer. “Both of you,” he murmured, and the world beyond their circle of three melted away.
Lee’s lips were warm and slightly chapped. Her tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip and slicked Johnny’s too. Johnny kissed her, easing his tongue into her mouth while Lee pressed his face against Johnny’s cheek and mouthed kisses there.
“Mine,” said Mira fiercely.
“Ours,” said Lee.
“Yours,” Johnny agreed.
Over the sound of the wind came an angry wail—a blast of colour, discordant music and trilling pipes, the shadows of a thousand black wings beating frantically against the air. Fire ignited her blood and desire left her burning as the world spun around them—
Everything went still. For a moment, Mira had no idea what had happened. Then she heard laughter and conversation, distant drum and bass, and all the other comfortable sounds of the festival campsite.
The three of them had made it back. Together.
Chapter Four
“But are we safe?” Mira asked, casting a doubtful look around her tent. It certainl
y wouldn’t keep out the supernatural—hell, it probably wouldn’t even keep out the rain.
“I don’t know,” Lee said, tension around his eyes. “I think so. Johnny?”
“It’s all right, Lee. I’m fine.”
Lee relaxed at Johnny’s words, his mouth quirking in acknowledgement. It was only then that Mira realised how worried about them both Lee must have been.
“We blamed you all along,” Mira told him. “Plying us with fairy juice like that.”
“Everyone was drinking it,” Lee protested. “It was good stuff!”
“A little too good,” Mira said wryly. “Next time, when the pretty redhead deep-throating your cock tells you to beware of the nasty forest monsters, you listen.”
“Looks like you two didn’t wake up with the headache that I did,” Lee said, and Mira caught his lingering glance across their naked skin.
She took his hand in hers, rubbing gently along the calluses on his fingers. Any barriers between them were gone—this afternoon, their careful flirtatious dance, seemed so very long ago.
Johnny said, “I don’t think she’ll be back. She feels…gone. But there’s only one way to make sure.” Mira looked up to see Johnny smiling at her. “You’ll just have to make sure that there’s no doubt about where I belong.”
Lee made a small, inarticulate noise. Carefully she pressed her bare foot against his denim-clad groin. Underneath her toes, his dick stirred, already hard. “I don’t want you to feel left out,” she whispered.
In an instant Lee was stripping off his shirt, unbuckling his belt while she watched avidly. When he slid off his jeans and briefs, she couldn’t help but lick her lips. His cock was longer than Johnny’s, and blood had flushed him a beautiful dusky rose.
He settled beside her, pulling her against his chest like she’d held Johnny before. She went limp in Lee’s arms, her mind fizzling into white static.
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