by L. A. Boruff
Macey gave a short cry as the man between her legs settled close to her core, the sensation of his breath hitting her skin driving her higher, even if he wasn't actually touching her yet.
Sometimes, she could swear the anticipation was almost as good as the main event.
His lips caressed the inside of her thigh, almost high enough but not quite. She whimpered, just as he other man closed his lips around her nipple and rolled his tongue around it.
Her release began to coil within her body and she was worryingly close to the finish, even if her men had barely started. Not that it would stop them. All it would do was make them more determined to make her unravel several more times. They were the determined sort like that.
The kissed moved inwards, fluttering against her most sensitive places. His tongue darted out and he drew it upwards, circling it around her clit. Macey jolted, unable to keep herself still under the pressure on both her clit and her nipple at the same time,.It was times like this she was grateful for having multiple men of her own. Other women were missing out by just having the one.
A sharp pain came from her nipple as the man there tugged it between his teeth, but the pain soon subsided to a dull ache that only served to push her closer towards the edge. As if talking to each other silently, the men both increased the tempo and she couldn't hold back any longer. Letting out a piercing cry, she arched off the bed, shuddering and writhing beneath them until everything went black.
Macey tried to blink but failed miserably. She'd almost completely blacked out and had forgotten she was wearing a blindfold. The men were still touching her, though not quite as intensely.
"Are you ready for more?" Cam asked, his voice coming from the left. Not that it told her which what he'd been doing to her before. She was pretty sure they'd moved while she'd been a little out of it.
"Yes," she said weakly. She wasn't completely convinced but knew they wouldn't push her past where she was willing to go. And it'd feel good.
So good.
"Remember when you were with us before?" Flint whispered against her skin.
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Are you ready to do it again?"
"Yes," she repeated. Almost begging, even.
Neither of them said anything else, but she felt them moving about in the bed and getting into position.
Excitement flooded through her. Before Flint and Cam, she hadn't done anything like this before. And she hadn't since either. Jared and Rónán had been far more interested in other things. She was definitely intrigued as ever and looking forward to what they had planned.
Both of them got up, probably for no other reason that to confuse her about who was doing what. She couldn't say she minded. She liked not knowing which of them was doing what, it added something else to the experience.
The bed dipped on each side as they rejoined her and one of them slipped an arm around her back and guided her into the seated position.
Lips crushed against hers. She pressed against the man in front of her and he tapped her legs so she straddled him. Naked skin met hers and she almost sighed with relief. Her men were as naked as she was now. Maybe they could finally get to the best bit.
Her inhibitions completely gone, not that they were all that prominent in the first place, she reached between them and grasped his cock in her hand, stroking up and down smoothly and enjoying the feel of it against her palm.
The man groaned and she instantly recognised it as Cam she had her legs wrapped around,. They'd been so good at keeping themselves anonymous until this second. She had to hand it to them, the blindfold was effective.
Flint ran his fingertips along her back, the tickling sensation turning her on even more than it had before.
Barely able to concentrate, she guided Cam's cock into her, glad she didn't need to see in order to do that. That alone made things so much easier.
He groaned as he pushed into her and Macey rocked back and forth, the full feeling of Cam's cock inside her already sending her higher.
After a few more thrusts, Cam gently pushed her backwards, into Flint's waiting arms. Her Fire Warden pressed his lips against hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Deft fingers at the back of her head swiftly untied the blindfold, leaving it to fall away, now useless.
"You knew which of us was which anyway," Cam pointed out.
"Only at the end," she replied, pulling away from Flint a little. "But I'm glad to be able to see you now." The effort of stringing her sentence together had been a surprising amount but she didn't care. She could see them now. She would be part of this.
"Good," Flint said, running the back of one of his fingers down her cheek in a surprisingly tender moment given how naked the three of them were.
He reached out and pulled Macey's head back to his so their lips met once more. His kisses were different this time, full of more urgency. She enjoyed the demanding side of Flint, he didn't show it quite as often as the others, but she liked when it came out to play.
"Sit on me," he instructed.
Macey nodded and straddled him as he lay down and looked up at her. Nerves fluttered in her stomach. She knew what was going to happen and she wanted it, but for some reason, she was still a little apprehensive.
"Relax, Macey," he said, stroking the insides of her thighs. She trembled, but not in fear this time.
Slowly, Flint guided himself into her while Cam watched from behind. Or at least, that was what Macey presumed he was doing. She had no real way of knowing, but the body heat he was throwing off suggested he was still close to them. Plus, she could hear his breathing and the pounding of his blood in his veins.
Pushing herself down, she took Flint into her completely. He made her feel just as full as Cam had, but in a slightly different way. It was amazing how different her men could make her feel, even if they were technically doing the same thing as before.
She cried out as he hit that place inside her which was almost too pleasurable. He slowed down in response, which just extended the blissful agony.
Leaning upwards, Flint cupped the back of her head and drew her down to him so her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her nipples scraped against his skin as they moved together in time, the sensation of which crashed through her. She was able to hold off on letting go, but only just.
Cam's hands touched her back and he trailed them down. His touch was feather light as he seemed to explore every inch of her before cupping her ass and running his finger over the crease between it and her thigh. She shivered against his touch as Flint continued to move beneath her.
Moving his hand inwards, Cam's fingers grazed across her opening, just where Flint was at the moment. He drew her wetness back and circled his fingers around the bud of her ass. Dark pleasure filled her. She knew this was seen as wrong by a lot of people, and that she probably shouldn't want it, but the part of her which begged to ignore those facts was winning at the moment and she had no desire to change that.
Slowly, Cam pushed his finger inside her. At first, her ass resisted, but Cam rubbed her lower back.
"You need to relax," he said softly.
"I'm trying," she got out through pants. She wanted this, she really did, but it was hard to relax like he wanted when Flint was moving inside her still.
"Flint, I might need you to slow down," Cam asked through gritted teeth, his impatience making itself known a little.
"Sorry," Flint murmured, coming to a halt within her but not withdrawing. The slightest movement in any direction would remind her he was there.She was that filled by him.
Cam began to work her ass again, this time slipping his finger a little further inside her. She moaned as he circled it around and added a second finger. The burn was both uncomfortable and one of the biggest turn ons she'd ever experienced, which made the pain all the worth it. She almost couldn't wait to feel his cock buried deep inside her, but knew he had to build her up for that or it would hurt far too much.
Cam's fingers m
oved in and out of her faster and she bucked against Flint beneath her, who let out a groan.
"Macey, please don't do that," he managed to ask, though he didn't seem too convinced either way.
She tried to still herself but was writhing again in seconds. Flint's cock and Cam's fingers together were creating too many sensations for her to deal with. If she wasn't careful, one single movement would be enough to send her over the edge and she wasn't quite ready for this to end yet.
"I think she's ready," Flint said through bated breath.
"I think so too," Cam replied, an eager note in his voice.
He withdrew his fingers from her ass and a disappointed whine slipped from Macey as she was left feeling so empty. Her protests were cut short seconds later when he pressed his cock against her ass.
Needing him more than she wanted to admit, Macey pushed back, urging him onward. The burn returned as his cock pushed past the ring of her ass. Cam moved slowly, but within a couple of minutes, he was fully seated within her.
Neither of her men moved as the three of them got used to their positions. She hadn't felt this full since they'd done this last time, but needed to catch her breath before they continued.
In unison, the two men began to move gently, rocking in and out of her with a caution which she knew would disappear soon. It wasn't that their care for her would disappear, but from experience, she knew they'd all get caught up in what they were doing.
When they didn't speed up quite quick enough for her, she began to thrust back and forth between them, hoping they'd get the message.
Both men were hitting just the right spot, eliciting whimpers and moans from her as she came close to her peak once more. She tried to hold off for as long as she could, but it was too much and she began to shudder and quake between her men.
Sensing her impending release, the two of them picked up their own paces.
Pleasure crashed through her just as she felt the two men begin their own releases. The three of them writhed together before collapsing into a tangled heap and slipping into a deep sleep.
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Marissa Farrar: Dark Codes Excerpt
Isaac
One year had passed since that fateful day when they’d abducted Darcy from the hands of Special Agent Hollan. That had been the start of their journey together—the five men and Darcy, the woman their lives revolved around.
This was their anniversary, of a sort. It wasn’t as though they were legally married—the state would never allow such a thing—but they lived as a married family, even though there were five men and only one woman.
She was enough for them, she always would be.
Darcy didn’t know what was coming, though Isaac had planned with the others about what would happen. When she arrived home, where they were all waiting for her now, they would give her all of the thrills of that day with none of the fear. They would recreate some of what had happened when they’d first been brought together, but there was another reason for his plans. It was something they’d all been talking about for some time now, dreams of somebody to complete them as a family. A little boy who’d be able to revel in the fun of having five dads to throw a ball with or play wrestling, or maybe a little girl who looked just like blonde-haired, blue-eyed Darcy, who they’d each dote on and adore as much as they did her mother. A month earlier, they’d all agreed that Darcy would stop taking her contraceptive. It didn’t matter who the father of the baby was. They wouldn’t do anything to try to determine the parentage—though of course some physical similarities would make it obvious, such as if the baby had Kingsley’s black skin. But none of them cared. The child would belong to all of them, and they’d all love him or her, no matter who was the biological father.
But first they needed to get Darcy pregnant, and that was going to be the fun part. When she’d mentioned to Isaac that she happened to be mid-cycle during their year anniversary, and so would be more likely to get pregnant during that time, a plan had started to form in his mind.
They didn’t often take her as a group. Since that first occasion, it had only occurred a handful of times, but each time had been incredible. Normally, Darcy would go to each of them in turn. Sometimes she’d choose who she wanted to spend the night with based on their personalities—Alex, if she wanted to be nurtured. Clay if she was in a playful mood. Maybe Lorcan if she was feeling intense, or Kingsley if she wanted to be protected. Isaac was never quite sure why she came to him, why she wanted his company above the others. Perhaps she just sometimes fancied a little British in her.
Their goal had always been to protect her, even when she’d believed they’d threatened her life. They’d once been a secret task force, raised to protect the country against insider corruption. Darcy’s father had worked for the FBI, and had been killed on the job, but before he’d died, he had given her a code which unlocked a memory stick contained all the locations of the training bases for their teams. That memory stick had fallen into the hands of the same people who’d killed him, but Darcy had fought every step of the way to protect not only them, but also her father’s name.
Movement caught Isaac’s attention and he turned to see Lorcan coming up from the cellar.
“Is everything ready for our anniversary surprise?” Isaac asked him.
Lorcan ducked his head in a nod. “She’s not going to know what’s hit her.”
“I think she’ll have a pretty good idea.”
“Alex is just making sure all the bonds will be safe around her wrists and ankles. He doesn’t want there to be any chance of her circulation getting cut off when we’re in the moment and none of us noticing.”
“She’s not going to end up psychologically scarred either.” A deeper voice came from the direction of the kitchen. Isaac looked to find Kingsley stepping out of the doorway. “We’ll make sure she knows it’s us, and this is just role play.”
“She’ll know it’s us,” Lorcan replied. “But by the time we’ve finished with her, she might not remember her own name, never mind who any of us are.” Lust darkened his already dark eyes.
A whirlwind of jaw-length blond hair burst through the door. “She’s coming,” Clay exclaimed. “Her car’s just pulled into the drive. Everyone ready to give our girl the ride of her life?”
“Sure am.” A hint of a smile touched Lorcan’s lips and he rubbed his hand down the tattoos covering the other arm.
Isaac stepped forward to take his position beside the front door. This was to be a reenactment, of a kind, of how things had been when they’d all been brought together. He was the leader of their group, and always had been even though things had changed now.
Kingsley, being the biggest and strongest of them all, stood on the other side of the door. They didn’t know how much of a struggle Darcy would put up. She’d know within seconds that they were role playing, but there was a chance her fight or flight responses would kick in and they’d need to get a little rough with her. Not that it would be a problem. The five of them could pin her down easily enough.
His cock harden in his jeans at the thought.
Their Darcy.
She was a little blonde firecracker, all sweetness and sin, rolled into one. She’d proven to them time and time again how incredibly tough and brave she was, and yet she still had the capacity for love and passion. One man would never have been enough for her. He couldn’t even imagine only one of them dealing with her. At least with all of them here, she was never going to wear one of the men out. They shared her, and the sharing meant it was even sweeter when it was time for her to choose them. None of them would ever take her for granted or grow bored with her. They’d relish every second of attention she bestowed on them.
