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I look between Elliot and River.

“Pull up her dress.”

River crouches down and begins to lift the hem of her dress, rising to his full height as Elliot helps, her dress now scrunched around her waist. They each have a hand on either hip, holding it in place, allowing me to see her.

I stand back and take her in. She’s wearing a pair of stockings held up by a garter with lacy midnight blue knickers that matches the colour of her dress, but it’s the wet patch of her evident arousal that has my dick twitching.

“Who wants to taste her first?” I ask.

I glance at River and Elliot, but they look over my shoulder as Tommy steps beside me. His eyes slowly rake up the length of her legs until finally coming to a stop at her cunt when he says, “Me.”

Chapter Forty-Eight

TOMMY

Something about this being the start of a new year and being surrounded by the people I trust the most emboldens me to be brave.

I just hope they won’t let me fall. My eyes move to each of the guys before landing on Lily as I take a deep breath.

“El, Riv, go sit with her on the sofa.”

Without question, they both do as I ask, her dress still hunched around her waist.

Jax takes a seat to the right of me, facing Lily.

I snap open the button of my trousers and lower my zipper, my dick presses against my boxer briefs, but like the rest of the guys, I didn’t wear a belt tonight.

I drop to my knees, my hands sliding up her stocking-clad thighs.

“You remember the rules, Sunshine?”

She nods. “No touching,” she replies softly.

“It’s okay. We can keep her hands occupied,” River says, guiding her palm to his crotch.

I glance at Elliot and tilt my head for him to do the same.

Her breathing grows heavier with each passing second, and I can’t deny her a moment longer.

“Spread your legs, Sunshine.”

She submits so magnificently. I lean forward, pressing my face between the apex of her thighs, and inhale before licking the length of her over the lace of her knickers, her arousal already soaked through.

Lily whimpers and writhes.

“Please,” she whispers.

“As you wish, Sunshine.” My eyes flick up to her as she watches. I move her knickers to the side and trace her slit with my finger. “So wet,” I say before repeating the motion with the length of my tongue.

“I can smell how turned on you are, Vixen,” River says. “It’s fucking addictive.

He releases himself from his trousers and wraps her small fist around his cock, his magic cross piercing glinting off the disco ball hanging on the ceiling.

I hook a finger inside her hot channel and begin licking up and down her folds.

“Yes, that’s it, fuck me with your hand while Tommy fucks you with his mouth.”

I add a second finger in a come-hither motion.

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