by L. A. Boruff
Gray caught my hand and stopped me. “Not so fast, Hermosa.”
“Why not?” I knew what I wanted.
Wes squeezed my ass cheek in response. “Be good.”
“Or?”
He gave it a light slap. “You’ll be spanked.”
I was tempted to keep on just so he would give me a good spanking, but I really did want some relief for the ache between my legs. If I teased them, they’d tease me back and I’d wait a lot longer for what I needed.
Instead of teasing, I leaned back into Wes. They obviously wanted to do things their way for the evening, and I was okay with that. They usually managed to do a very good job when left to their own devices.
I squealed as I leaned back, because Wes took the opportunity to pick me up by hooking his hands under my knees and lifting me up, my back still to his front. If I hadn’t had the spandex full-body cat costume on, my private parts would’ve been on display to the room, as my legs were splayed by his arms.
Gray took care of that with an impressive show of strength. He grabbed the spandex at my inner thighs in both hands and ripped the material apart. Granted, the material wasn’t the most expensive, but it still wasn’t easy to rip fabric that wasn’t already torn.
It was panty-melting hot.
He didn’t bother removing the rest of the costume, he just left me throbbing and nearly dripping out of the tear in the fabric. I hadn’t lied to them. I wasn’t wearing any panties. The cool air whispered across my heated flesh, and I moaned as I flexed my thigh muscles against the pressure.
Wes’s hands were occupied holding me up, so Gray reached up and tugged my costume the rest of the way off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. My body was covered except for the areas I wanted them to touch me the most, yet still none of them were touching me.
I wiggled in Wes’s arms. “Are you two going to stand here all night or do something?”
Gray arched an eyebrow at me and Wes squeezed my leg. I probably shouldn’t have said that, but geez, they were torturing me.
“You know you started this, right?” Arch asked from his spot on the bed. He’d scooted over to the middle and had a great vantage point.
“How did I start this?” I asked as Gray ran his hands all over my legs, causing the silky fabric to tease me even more.
“You started this at the party, with your little teasings. Letting us know how wet you were.” Arch grinned at me smugly. He was enjoying every moment of my torture.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.” I realized I was still holding my glass and took a sip of the delicious wine.
“I didn’t say we didn’t enjoy it. I also think you’re enjoying exactly what they’re doing to you.”
He wasn’t wrong, not in the least, but I really did want one of them to touch me. “I enjoy every moment with you three, but I could use a little relief.”
Wes chuckled in my ear. “You’ll get plenty.” If I didn’t know how much he worked out, I wouldn’t have a clue how he was holding me up.
Without warning, Gray slid his finger through the slit in my exposed lips. Moving his finger toward his face, he licked the taste of me off of it.
Wes moaned behind me. “No fair, I can’t move my hands.”
With the same motion, Gray wet his finger again and brought it up to my face as if he wanted me to lick it. Instead, he moved his finger to Wes’s face, and I turned my head in time to see Wes suck the juices off of Gray’s finger.
They liked working together on me. Anything to make me scream and come. Arch wiggled on the bed. I would’ve bet my entire year’s salary he wanted to taste too.
Wes must’ve noticed as well. “Want a taste?” he asked as he turned me to fully face Arch. Gray stepped to the side, but his hand moved back to my core. He used two fingers to spread me apart so that Arch was tempted to the max.
It was enough, apparently, to move Arch from his favorite spot of watching. When he and I were alone together, he was hands on and the most tender lover. But he changed when we were in a group. He became far kinkier, like his wild side came out. I loved being able to be with both parts of him.
As Arch knee-walked to the edge of the bed, Wes moved us over so that the temptation was face-high with Arch. Gray still slipped his fingers in and out of me, teasing and priming me.
Arch’s face moved closer and closer to me, and I throbbed more and more in anticipation. I knew exactly what he was going for. Gray parted me with both hands, exposing my little sensitive nub to the air, but not for long. Arch’s mouth descended on it with a cry from me.
He was a master with his tongue. Not just his tongue, though. His teeth, and lips. He sucked and nibbled me into oblivion. I lost myself in the pleasure of his mouth until I was abruptly brought out of my pleasure haze.
“Sorry, Ellie. You’re wiggling too much. I almost dropped you.” Wes moved us to the bed, where he positioned me in his lap. Arch turned and laid in front of me while Gray perched beside me, both hands still on me, still teasing and exposing me.
Arch took up where he left off, bringing me to a violent orgasm with his tongue and mouth. Wes held my legs back, and Gray put pressure on either side of my clit. It was when Arch sucked hard on it that I exploded into a million pieces.
Arch moved to the other side of me, and Gray took his place. He knew, after months of sleeping with me, that I couldn’t handle another orgasm yet. It was his turn, and I knew exactly what he wanted.
I loved giving him a blow job. I liked it with all of them, but Gray was my favorite, though I’d die before I let any of them know I had a preference.
Wes was just too big. He hurt my jaw. And Arch was far too exuberant. Gray was the best. He let me set the pace.
I put my hand around the base of his thick cock and pumped my hand up and down a few times before licking up one side and the other. He put his hands on my shoulders and caressed me, showing appreciation for what I was doing.
I took his head into my mouth and sucked, swirling my tongue around the tip, enjoying the taste of his precum.
Wes and Arch couldn’t be totally still while I sucked Gray, though. Wes put his arms around me and ran his hands down to my inner thighs, rubbing and massaging. Every once in a while he’d slip a large finger inside me, slowly and gently.
He wanted to get me riled up again and ready for another orgasm. I knew his game. He longed to fill me with his enormous dick. I longed for it as well.
Gray got more into what I was doing and his hands moved to my neck, massaging and squeezing very lightly. He wanted me to increase my pace. I was happy to oblige.
Arch leaned on one arm beside us and reached over with the other arm to circle his finger around my nipple. The sensation sent waves of desire up and down my body. Soon his warm mouth replaced his finger on one and his hand began to squeeze the other. I wanted to look down to see how he and Wes had managed to position themselves so that Wes could continue to tease me while Arch lavished my breasts with attention.
But Gray wouldn’t let me. He was nearing his own orgasm, I could tell because he was beginning to take control away from me.
I loved it when he took control. He somehow always knew how much I could handle and never made me gag or want to stop.
His hands moved into my hair and he began to pump his hips to and fro, pulling his dick in and out of my mouth.
I moaned around him, and Wes increased the pressure inside me with his fingers. He began to stroke the perfect spot inside to begin building another orgasm. As I tensed up, Arch nibbled and sucked harder on my nipples.
Gray got a little wild, and stroked in and out of my mouth faster, his hands tightening on my hair. My moans turned guttural, and I curled my hips, indicating to Wes I wanted more.
As Gray came in my mouth, Wes fingered me faster, until I was fighting the need to clench my thighs together.
After I swallowed, when my mouth was free, my moans turned into near screams. Wes knew exactly how to work me.
Before
I came, he pulled his fingers out of me and with a little help from Gray, who was already halfway back to hard again—he always recovered quickly—he turned me around. Using his wet hand to prime himself, he guided his cock to my entrance, and I shivered in anticipation.
His dick was thick and long, the biggest of the three. All three of them were capable of bringing me to orgasm, they all knew what they were doing for sure. But Wes filled me, stretched me. He made me feel like I’d found the missing piece of myself.
I’d never ever tell any of them I had a favorite… But Wes was it for penetration.
Slowly, he worked his way inside me. I moaned in ecstasy. The feeling of him pushing inside was heaven. I clenched my muscles around him to make it tighter for him. Gray pushed himself against my back so I could lean back on him while together they lifted me up and down.
Arch reached his hand between us, providing Wes with a little more tightness between his fingers, and putting pressure on my clit with his palm. My breaths turned into pants.
We’d recently been discovering the fun of double penetration. Arch was a little squeamish about it, but loved to watch. Wes and Gray loved it. I knew exactly what Gray wanted as he pressed his chest against my back.
“Gray,” I said between pants. “Do it.”
He knew what I meant. Wes slowed his movements and Gray stopped lifting me up and down. Arch reached over to the bedside table and handed Gray a bottle of lube.
I required them to use a lot of lube. I wasn’t very experienced with being filled from behind.
Once Gray had himself slick, he positioned his dick at my tight hole, and I leaned forward so that Wes could put his arms under my legs, supporting me while giving access to Gray.
Slowly and carefully, Gray pushed himself inside me. Arch moved his hand and worked my clit to ease the initial discomfort. I’d found that once Gray was inside, it felt amazing, but the time spent getting all the way inside was uncomfortable.
Gray pushed himself in fully, and I clenched around both Gray and Wes as Arch’s fingers brought me to another orgasm.
This time they gave me no time to recover. Wes used his considerable upper body strength to hold me up while he and Gray moved in and out in a rhythm they’d worked out. If they lost the pace, one of them would pop out of me and we’d have to reposition again.
A vaginal orgasm built right behind the one Arch gave me. Arch put his hand back around Wes’s cock, pressuring my clit again. He watched, fascinated, as his best friends fucked me into oblivion.
His hand moved, and I opened my eyes to see him standing on the bed. He’d waited long enough and wanted more from me.
I loved it when he did this. He guided himself to my mouth. I knew he’d be taking me for a ride. He was worked up, turned on and kinky.
He rubbed his soft head on my lips as Wes gave a particularly powerful thrust. I moaned, and my lips parted, giving Arch the opportunity to enter my mouth.
Wes’s strength started to lag, and he leaned back on the bed, moving me to straddle him. Somehow he did it without sliding out of me. Gray pushed in deep and moved with us.
Arch popped out of my mouth, but repositioned. I was on all fours over Wes, and he thrusted into me with renewed vigor from below as Gray did the same from above. I cried out and Arch pushed into my mouth again.
I gave up all control, which was okay with me. My trust for my men was complete. They wouldn’t hurt me or take anything too far.
Not having to control anything, or move myself any certain way left me able to abandon myself completely to the pleasure. My orgasm rode me hard, sending crashing waves of pleasure across my body.
I cried around Arch’s dick, my orgasm crashing down around me. As it died off, Arch reached his own.
My neck had begun to cramp from the twist to let Arch fuck my mouth, so I was glad to lay it on Wes’s chest. I was spent, and relaxed against him while he and Gray finished.
They didn’t last much longer, and as they neared their own orgasms, they pumped into me faster and harder. I was surprised to feel another orgasm building.
“Don’t stop now, I’m coming again,” I shouted.
“Come fast, Hermosa,” Gray replied in a tense voice. His cries joined mine as we both came at the same time. Wes joined us a few seconds later.
Gray pulled out and collapsed beside us, Arch on the other side. My arms gave out and I fully laid down on Wes, who was softening inside me.
I was a mess, the bed was a mess. The guys were a mess. I’d never been happier.
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Laura Greenwood: Spells and Curses
A Paranormal Council Short Story
To my readers, who wanted something new for Halloween Between the Sheets, I hope you find this satisfying!
Blurb
The last place Cecilia expected to spend All Hallow’s Eve was in the arms of her three mates, but when a fortune leads her that way, who is she to resist?
Spells and Curses is a standalone steamy reverse harem short story set in the Paranormal Council Universe. It can be read without anything else.
The bass pumped, filling the room with an annoying rhythm she wouldn't be able to get out of her system for days. This was why Cecilia never went to clubs. It wasn't worth the after effects.
She stumbled backwards, knocking into something hard and sending ice cold liquid trickling down her back. She screwed her eyes up as tightly as possible, hoping whoever she'd knocked into wouldn't be too angry that she'd spilled their drink.
"Watch it," he huffed.
"Why don't you?" she demanded, righting herself and turning towards the man so she could give him a piece of her mind.
"Why don't I...?"
"Watch yourself," she snapped. "If you hadn't been in my way, I wouldn't have your drink all down me."
"You don't have a drink down you." The pale man in front of her frowned as if truly confused by what she meant.
"Then what..."
"You can see me?"
"I'm not blind." She resisted sticking her tongue out at him. Barely.
"You shouldn't be able to see me," he muttered.
"Okayyyyy, I'm just going to go this way..." She stepped back, not wanting to spend any more time near the crazy man than she had to. They might be in a paranormal club but he was pushing her suspension of disbelief.
"Where do you think you're going?" the man asked, popping up in front of her.
She shrieked and stumbled back again, not hitting into anyone this time.
"Anywhere that doesn't involve being hit on by men who think they're invisible."
"I am invisible."
"I'm not interested in the lies you tell people so you can perv on them."
He laughed heartily. "For a witch, you're not very bright."
"Because being a witch automatically makes you intelligent? Last I checked, magic wasn't any indication of IQ. Just take a look at some of the vampires I know."
"Vampires aren't all that bad."
"Of course they're not. It really depends how old they are. I find the ones born in the middle tend to be the best company."
Cecilia snorted. What was this man on? Someone must have spiked his drink.
"I'm Manfred."
"Manfred?" She smothered a laugh.
"Are you laughing at my name?"
"It's hard not to. It makes you sound like you're from the turn of the century."
"That's only a dozen or so years ago." He cocked his head to the side and studied her.
"The nineteenth century," she corrected.
"Oh, well in that case, you're not far off. I was born in eighteen seventy-four."
Her jaw dropped open as she took in what he was saying. That couldn't be right. He didn't feel like a vampire to her.
"You might want to close that or someone here will find a use for it."
"They most certainly will not," she snapped, before remembering the
fortune from the cookie she'd had earlier. She needed to find a ghost, a vampire, and a cat shifter before midnight or she'd be cursed.
Only problem was, ghosts didn't exist. Or at least, she didn't think so. She cocked her head to the side, studying the man in front of her. Maybe there was something in the rumours of ghosts after all.
"I'm Cecilia," she introduced herself.
"Nice to meet you. Do you have the Sight?"
"What? No," she spluttered. "Only a few witches have that."
"I know. I'm trying to work something out. Whether you like it or not, you shouldn't be able to see me."
"Why not? I've never come across anyone I couldn't see before," she replied.
He gave her a look that made her run over her words again. She groaned. How had she been dim enough to actually say that out loud? Maybe the alcohol was affecting her more than she thought it was.
"I think I'll be going now," she muttered and backed away quickly.
It only took thirty seconds for the next disaster to occur and she found herself pressed against a solid chest.
"Are you getting into trouble again, Cecilia?" a familiar voice rumbled.
Heat flared deep within her. She'd know Derek's voice anywhere, she spent enough time fantasising about it, though she'd never acted on that desire. The timing hadn't felt right to her.
"N-n-no," she stuttered and untangled herself. She'd always gotten paranormal vibes from the man but she hadn't been sure. At least she now knew he was something more than human. Vampire from the look of the drink in his hand.
"Pity, I do like saving pretty women from trouble."
Manfred chuckled. "See, always the middle-aged vampires that are the ones causing all the trouble."
