Lucky Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  “Well, lass, you were attacked by a wolf near the spring. Do you remember that?” The soft burr of a voice came from the right and turning my head, I encountered a pair of brilliant green eyes filled with concern. He lifted my hand, taking my pulse which raced under their combined touch.

  “I—” My voice quivered from an unknown need. It matched the throbbing I felt between my legs. A feeling I only ever experienced when reading or thinking about my dirty books. “I do.”

  “Iasan, here, tended to your wounds while I killed the wolf.” A third voice, deep and with an underlying tone of command, drew my attention to the man who stood at the foot of my bed. This man stood ramrod straight with short dark hair. His blue eyes popped from his darkly tanned skin.

  My eyes roamed between the three of them. Each more breathtaking than the last. Drool filled my mouth. I may not have spoken to many men in my life, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t been watching them, and imagining what an interaction would be like. With only my romance novels to gauge things, this encounter met my initial expectations.

  A smile touched my face. At least two of these men were my heroes. “Thank you for saving my life. Today must have been my lucky day.”

  “It was ours as well.” The deep voice from Mr. Dark Eyes rumbled across my chest. Out of the three of them, his shoulders were the widest, not that the others were tiny, in fact all three of them were some of the largest males I’d seen.

  My cheeks heated under the weight of their stares. The cautionary words from my mother and stepmother rose to the forefront of my mind. With a nervous twitch, I raised my hand to my hair to ensure my marking remained hidden. “Ouch.” Spots swam before my eyes.

  “You hit your head pretty hard.” The man the other one identified as Iasan slid his hand under my bare shoulder. The warmth of it surprised me as well as the feel of skin on skin. I knew I’d been wearing my chemise when I was attacked, but he still should not have been touching bare skin. “Let’s sit you up so I can examine it.”

  Mr. Dark Eyes pulled on my hand while Iasan assisted from behind. As I sat, the sheet began to slide down, brushing over my erecting nipples. I couldn’t muffle the moan or resist rubbing my thighs together, further lowering the sheet. My breath caught when cool air hit my exposed nipples.

  “Um…”

  All three reached for the sheet at the same time. Two hands brushed across my nipples while the third stroked my cleavage. My eyes rolled at the sensation, so much nicer than my own hands.

  Their nostrils flared and eyes darkened. My heart raced. I’d never felt this way before. This was crazy. Other than Iasan, I didn’t even know their names. Not that that little tidbit appeared to matter.

  “I can’t resist touching you.” Mr. Dark Eyes flattened his palm against my breast, giving it a little squeeze. My back arched, pushing my nipple deeper into his palm.

  “I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered. How could I stop them? This might have been my only chance or they might even stop if they saw my mark. I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity, names or no names. I never thought I would even get to experience this much.

  “Are you sure, lass? There’ll be no going back.” Iasan’s hand moved up my back to clamp around the base of my neck, covering my mark.

  “Yes.”

  “Thank god.” Mr. Dark Eyes’ full lips covered my own in my very first kiss. He nibbled and licked, tasting me. I tried to follow his movements, but each time I thought I was getting the hang of it, he changed it. Unable to take the teasing any longer, I stuck my tongue out, licking the seam between his lips. I needed to taste him, to touch him. I needed more.

  His mouth parted and my tongue pushed in. Ham and mayonnaise flooded my senses. My stomach growled. Using his hand which still contained mine, I pulled against his muscles, lifting my body up to his.

  The bed shifted. Warmth radiated through my back. Lips landed on my shoulder, tracing their way up my neck as hands plays with my breasts and my nipples. “Have you ever done this lass?” Iasan’s breath blew across my ear bringing goosebumps to my overheated skin.

  Pulling back from Mr. Dark Eyes’ mouth, my head tipped back, allowing his lips to wonder down the front of my throat.

  “Mmmm. No.”

  A finger trailed down between my breasts to my belly button. “We haven’t either, but we’ve been dreaming about this day.” The man from the end of the bed knee walked, straddling my legs.

  My gaze darted to the three of them, turning my head to see Iasan. I couldn’t believe they’d never done this before. That wasn’t what the books said. Usually the men were players, able to make their women come with just a look from their vast experience. But I could read the truth and excitement in their eyes. This really was their first time, just like mine.

  “Then kiss me.”

  He leaned slowly as if to test my resolve, but I’d waited over ten long years, since the time of my first monthly course, to finally be touched. And to have three men, all at once, it was more than I could have imagined.

  His lips hovered over mine. “Name first.”

  “Shaylee.”

  “Beautiful.” His lips slammed down on mine. Whereas Mr. Dark Eyes had played, teasing me, this kiss was total domination, and I was happy to submit. He bit my lip hard enough to make me gasp. His tongue pushed into my mouth, running over my teeth, my cheeks, everywhere. All I could do was allow it. My own tongue hopelessly brushed against his as I struggled to breathe.

  Just as suddenly as it entered, his tongued retreated, leaving me gasping.

  My head lay on Iasan’s shoulder. Lifting a shaky hand, I reached back, running my fingers through his shaggy, reddish colored locks. They were as soft to the touch as they looked, filling me with delight. “Your hair’s so soft.”

  “I’m glad you like it.” He brushed my braid away from the back of my neck, and I stiffened. “What’s wrong lass? Any pain?” The hands and lips on my body stopped.”

  Should I have said something about my mark before we went any further? The rational part of my pain told me I should. That it was only fair to them to give them a choice. But the other side, the one starved for touch, for affection, argued against it. It wanted me to continue, to take what I could before it all disappeared.

  Decisions. Decisions. Not something I had much experience with and never with these ramifications.

  I decided to play it safe. To say something, enough to appease my conscience, but not enough to scare them. At least I hoped. “I, uh, just have a birthmark that I’m self-conscious of.”

  Two sets of raised eyebrows met my gaze, while Iasan’s teeth grazed the skin beside my mark. “It’s okay. A little mark won’t scare us away.”

  Mr. Dark Eyes raised a hand to softly cup my chin. “You have nothing to fear with us.”

  “I know.” I attempted to lower my chin until I placed a kiss in his palm.

  “Breandan, I think she’s too covered up.”

  “I agree, Iasan.”

  Despite the tone of command in Iasan’s voice, there was something about the way the man Breandan acted that made me think he was the one usually in charge. He pushed my sheet down using the same finger from before. The lower it went, the more my breathing grew heavy. Would he touch me there? Did they actually mean to bare me in front of them all?

  The sheet slid lower, baring the top of my dampened curls. Iasan climbed in behind my body. His legs on either side of me, dislodging Mr. Dark Eyes—the only one whose name I didn’t have yet—from my side. Pulling my back up against his chest, he reclined against the pillows. Once Breandan finished sliding the sheet down, I would be completely on display. My breath hitched.

  Heavy breathing from the men filled my ears. No one moved except for Breandan’s finger crooked over the edge of the sheet. The back of it brushed over my clit. I jumped, but four hands held me securely as the finger continued its descent. Slowly, it rubbed along my wet slit until I lay there exposed from the top of my thighs up.

  “G
orgeous.”

  “Beautiful.”

  “Amazing.”

  The compliments rang through the air even though they were spoken in soft, reverent whispers.

  A feeling of power grew inside me. I, the one who was always told I wouldn’t be able to land a single man, had three handsome specimens panting at the sight of my breasts and pussy. Instead of feeling shy and exposed, I felt excited, wanton, and powerful. A large smile tugged on my lips.

  With a flourish, Breandan ripped off the rest of the sheet. He licked his lips. The air grew impossibly thick between the four of us. “Adhamh. Issan. I have to taste.” His hands pushed my legs apart as his lips landed on the inside of my left ankle. “Mmm, so tasty.” His tongue traced a line up to my knee before starting all over again on my right leg.

  Mr. Dark Eyes, who I assumed was Adhamh, stood at the side of the bed. His hands landed on his waist before grabbing the edges of his shirt and pulling it up over his head in one swift movement.

  My mouth dropped open. His hairless chest was defined with muscle, but more importantly, acted as a canvas to the most beautiful drawing depicting tribal images including wolves. It ran from one pec over his shoulder and down his arm. My eyes traced it from one end to the other while my mind conjured up scenes where my fingers or my tongue traced it instead.

  Coming to a stop on his hand, I sucked in a lungful of air. Not only were Breandan’s teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his breath caressing my inner folds, but Adhamh’s hand slid the zipper of his pants down revealing he went commando.

  I couldn’t stop licking my lips. This must be a cock because it certainly seemed magical. The idea of touching this hard, throbbing part of his body, of feeling the weight of it on my tongue, to suck his taste, his essence deep into me, had me squirming against the hard ridge of Iasan’s covered erection which pushed itself between the cheeks of my butt.

  “Have you ever tasted a cock before, Shaylee?” Adhamh climbed back onto the bed and straddled my chest until his cock was inches away from my mouth.

  I shook my head.

  “Neither have I. We can learn together.” I didn’t think he meant it the way it sounded, but suddenly my mind was filled of pictures with his mouth wrapped around Iasan’s or Breandan’s cocks. My mouth watered, and I moaned.

  “Shit. She really liked whatever you just said because she just gushed.” Breandan’s nose brushed back and forth across my curls just below my clit.

  “Is that so, lass? Did you like that idea?” I nodded eagerly, not paying a huge amount of attention to the actual words spoken by Iasan. I just knew I would agree to anything. “Lift your hand and wrap it around Adhamh’s cock like this.”

  With sure movements, I watched Iasan’s paler hand wrap itself around the large cock and give it a few strokes.

  “Fuuuck,” I mumbled. My core clenched, looking for something to grip.

  I added my hand above his, not even able to touch my fingers to my thumb, and followed his movements. Adhamh’s smooth skin felt warm under my fingers, but the hardness under the skin surprised me. I’d always assumed when reading, that it would feel similar to gripping an arm where the bone was close to the surface, but it felt vastly different. Instead it felt like a piece of pulsing steel under a layer of silk.

  Iasan’s second hand wrapped around Adhamh’s back, pulling him closer to my mouth. A drop of liquid beaded at the tip, shimmering in the filtered sunlight. I couldn’t take my eyes from it. Slowly, it grew closer to the tip of my waiting tongue.

  The taste of salt and something else, something new, spread across my tongue. Wanting more, my hands rose to gasp his butt cheeks, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the end, stroked the underside, allowing me to taste it all.

  “Oh, fuck.” His cock slid in further until it touched the back of my throat, bringing tears to my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Shaylee,” he said, backing his cock from my mouth, but I wouldn’t let him pull completely free. It was only the suddenness of it hitting that startled me. I pulled him back toward me, breathing through my nose.

  “This time, try sucking in.” Iasan’s tongue licked my ear before he nipped on its lobe.

  I sucked in.

  “Fuck! This is better than I ever dreamed.”

  I moaned in response. And then gasped when Iasan’s fingers tweaked my nipples.

  I sucked again and again, enjoying the feel of his heavy cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He went slow, allowing me to get used to the feel. My senses ran on overload between Iasan’s fingers toying with my breasts and nipples while Adhamh’s cock slowly rocked in and out of my mouth. I was ashamed to admit it, but I completely forgot about Breandan for the moment.

  But then, his mouth surrounded my mound, sucking the entire thing in. His tongue wiggled inside me. I swallowed hard around Adhamh’s cock.

  “Fuck me.” He gripped my hair in both his hands while resting his forehead against Iasan’s.

  Breandan released my pussy, but his tongued didn’t stray too far. It swiped my slit from bottom to top. I swallowed again around Adhamh’s cock as my clit twitched painfully, waiting to be touched.

  “I think she likes whatever you’re doing, Breandan.” Iasan’s burr was more pronounced than earlier.

  Instead of giving me what I wanted, Breandan continued to torture me. His tongue continued its up and down treks, but never climbing high enough to touch my clit. Occasionally, it made forays inside me, swiping, swirling, and pressing against a spot that nearly had me seeing stars. And sometimes, he pulled his tongue completely off me, hovering it over my throbbing clit. His breath softly washing off it, keeping me on edge.

  I swallowed rhythmically against Adhamh’s cock and attempted to writhe on the bed. But between the three of them, they kept me pinned, unable to move and relieve the pressure building inside me.

  “Now, Breandan.” Iasan’s fingers clamped on my nipples to the point of pain.

  And then a large finger pierced me while Breandan’s tongue pressed against my clit. Iasan released the pressure on my nipples. I screamed. White lights pulsed and exploded in front of my eyes while every muscle in my body clenched.

  My end to the end of all orgasms from earlier in the day was a baby in comparison to that feeling.

  My eyes closed and all I saw was black.

  5

  Iasan

  Ever since I saw her in that clearing, I’d wondered what it would feel like to hold her in my arms. So, to have her fall apart while lying on me was beyond my wildest dreams. Her ass cradled my erection, pressing it tight against my zipper. I’d never wanted a bite of pain with my pleasure, but now I was thankful for it. Without it, when her body convulsed against me, her ass wriggling and stroking my cock, I would have disgraced myself and come in my pants.

  Her nipples continued to press into my palms and with each movement of my hands over them, she quivered. I’d never witnessed a more beautiful sight.

  I needed some relief, some time without her curvy body next to mine, but both the assholes I called brothers were too wrapped up in her body to notice my plight. It didn’t help, that after years of jacking each other off, having Adhamh’s cock in front of my face, listening to her lick and suck on it, brought about a Pavlovian response.

  “Want a taste?” Breandan stared at me with one eyebrow cocked. Boy, did I ever, but which one was he referring to? With a smirk, he held out his glistening fingers, and all I could smell was her fresh arousal.

  A loud groan escaped, but I couldn’t resist. Using my stomach muscles, I lifted us both, forcing Shaylee’s mouth to swallow more of Adhamh’s cock, eliciting a moan from her. I gritted my teeth and both assholes chuckled.

  Breandan shoved his fingers into my mouth. A sweet flavor, almost like peaches, but better, exploded over my tongue. “Mmmm.” I eagerly lapped and sucked around each finger, making the same sounds as Shaylee. Fuck. That wasn’t helping matters as my hips thrust upward, eager to find my own release.
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  But I managed to get my own sweet revenge when my tongue twisted around Breandan’s finger and he growled. “Shit.” He ripped his fingers from my mouth, to my dismay, and snatched at his pants, pulling them off. His shirt followed.

  Suddenly, Adhamh’s cock popped out from Shaylee’s mouth and bobbed before my own while she gasped. Her eyes never left Breandan’s body, and I understood her fascination. While Adhamh was the largest of us, Breandan’s physique was a specimen of art. Taut and toned while baring the scars and imperfections that came with someone who had to face challengers in both human and wolf form.

  “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” I licked the shell of her ear, but my gaze darted to the bouncing cock. I’d tasted his seed once on my finger, but wondered if the taste was different straight from the source?

  I leaned my head around Shaylee, ensuring I didn’t disrupt her view of Breandan. A flash of panic crossed my mind, wondering if she would be grossed out by my touching Adhamh intimately, but then I remembered how she’d reacted to his words about learning to suck cock together and when she’d first seen my hand wrapped securely round it. I didn’t think she’d mind.

  With the tip of my tongue, I aimed straight for the sweet spot and brushed the tip. His familiar taste washed across my taste buds only stronger. Unable to resist any longer, I opened my mouth and sucked him as deep as I could.

  “Fuck, Iasan.” Adhamh’s body jerked as I applied strong suction. But I knew he wasn’t angry. Instead his fist grasped my hair pulling me deeper onto his cock, impaling me.

  “That’s so hot,” Shaylee whispered as Adhamh slowly pulled most of his cock from my mouth. Her tongue brushed my lips as they slid down his shaft until they swiped over his hanging testicles. As I pulled him back into my mouth, I watched as one of those balls disappeared into her sweet mouth.

  “Well, if the two of you are busy with Adhamh’s cock then I get this sweet pussy all to myself.”

  I lifted one of my hands from Shaylee’s breast and gave Breandan the finger. He just chuckled, but a moment later Shaylee let loose a gasp which quickly turned into a moan, allowing Adhamh’s testicle to pop from her mouth. Her head landed on my shoulder as her breathing quickened. Sight wasn’t necessary to know his mouth, and possibly fingers, played with her.