Page 59 of Blue Moon Mistress

That pushes me up and over the edge.

Three pairs of hands hold me upright as I come all over Thomas’ mouth. Three pairs of hands gently coax my skin as Icome back down. But Thomas doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let me get all the way back to coherence.

He doesn’t stop until Chase hooks his hands under my arms and lifts me off him.

Chase kisses me, long and sweet and holds me up since my legs are still jelly. Chase… is still wearing all his clothes.

That just won’t do.

But I’m more than happy to undress all of them.

I hear the others moving behind me. I hear furniture shifting, but I don’t look back to see what they’re doing. I have a more important task.

Chase’s belt is the kind that opens like an old school seatbelt. I pull the front of it and it goes slack before I tug one end out of the other. But I barely have time to pull down the zipper of his pants and palm him before he’s turning me away from him.

I whimper at the loss and he presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’ll get all of us tonight. No one’s going to bed wanting tonight.”

They pulled the coffee table away while Chase was distracting me, and Johnny’s on the couch, fully naked, cock in hand.

Chase walks me to him, but doesn’t let me straddle him. He spins me around. “We all want to see the way you come for him, witchy woman. Don’t take that away from us.”

Chase holds my hands to steady me, Johnny holds one hip and uses his fisted hand to guide himself to me as I lift one leg, setting my knee on the couch beside Johnny’s leg, and then the other.

He’s notched at my entrance, holding me steady and pulling me back against his chest.

Thomas is the only other one who’s lost his clothes. He’s seated on the recliner, watching me and keeping himself up with gentle strokes.

Chase moves back, pulling his shirt off and leaving his pants undone as he sits on the coffee table.

Joshua hasn’t moved from the door. He watches me with dark eyes, jaw tense, arms crossed over his chest.

“You,” I say, eyes locked with his. “Had better be naked by the time I come.”

His jaw is still tense, but he smiles. “I lost. I go last.”

“Pretty sure I get to decide the order in which the prizes are handed out.”

Johnny choses then to pull me down fully onto him. Between the usual effect they have on me, Johnny’s fingers, and Thomas’ tongue. I’m more than ready for him.

Still, my breath leaves me in a rush and I have to close my eyes. This feeling that washes over me every time I’m with them is more potent of a drug than a love spell. It makes me want to ignore all of my responsibilities and never leave.

Johnny moves under me, in me, and his teeth drag over my shoulder, lines of pleasured pain that make us both moan.

When I manage to drag my eyes open again, Joshua’s got his shirt and boots off and is sliding his belt from the loops.

But Chase is the one who draws my attention. He’s down to black boxer briefs now, and while I’d seen it before, the chunk of muscle missing from his leg makes me want to crawl off Johnny and go to him. To kiss that wound that has only one possible origin.

Not that Johnny gives me the opportunity. He holds me back to him. One arm snaked up between my breasts, his hand wrapped loosely around my throat, the other cupping my breast, fingers playing with the tight point of pleasure that is my nipple.

When he pinches, I arch and the move presses him deeper into me. I have to screw my eyes shut at the shot of pure desire that drives down to my clit like an electric current.

They fly open when hands smooth over my thighs, and I look down my body to where Chase kneels between both of our open legs.

His eyes are locked on my pussy, on Johnny’s cock spreading me wide. But he looks up at me with that wicked smile they all wear so well as he leans in and licks us both in one long stroke.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Johnny jerks beneath me, but I can barely focus as Chase’s teeth graze my clit.

Chase toys with us both and Johnny’s movements grow ragged, faster.

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