Page 24 of Wicked Dreams

My stomach growls, and I stare at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of me. There’s also an apple with Nutella on the plate, some potato chips, and a cookie. I get to work on the sandwich, savoring the delicious sweet and saltiness of the whole thing. It only takes me a couple of minutes to finish and move on to the apple. I pause to chug the glass of water I have on the side table next to me, but as I turn to set the glass down again, my head feels funny.

As I stare at the tray and the empty plate where the sandwich was, my door opens. Wade, Hayes, Adler, and Gray all stroll in with their arms crossed over their chests while they take in my dazed and confused state.

“You fucking assholes. You drugged me again.” The words come out softer than I intend as the drugs have more of an effect on me.

“You were being unreasonable. You’re more willing to…listen when you have something to take the edge off.” Wade’s face is hard, but his eyes have a spark of something flashing in them.

“To listen? So all you want to do is talk?” I close my eyes for a second to try and process what’s happening, then it’s really hard to open them again.

“Well, to talk and whatever else we decide is necessary, Little Bird.” Gray walks to me and carefully moves the tray from the bed to the floor near the window.

When he turns back around, he’s smiling as he saunters over and sits next to me. I lean away from him, but with my back against the headboard, I don’t have anywhere else to go. He gives me a soft kiss on the cheek before nuzzling into my neck and leaving a trail of kisses down my throat.

“So are you ready for this?” he whispers into my ear, causing goosebumps to pop up along that entire side of my body.

I gulp as they all move to the bed with varying looks of hunger on their faces.

Rory

Theylooklikeascene from a dream as they slowly walk along the side of the bed or crawl up the middle of it. My head is fuzzy, and sleep is trying to pull me close, but my body is buzzing. Gray stretches out next to me, licking and sucking along my neck and shoulder. I can feel hands, fingers, and lips trailing all over my body. Pleasure pools in my belly, and I can’t quite catch my breath.

On the opposite side of Gray, there is another mouth whispering into my ear and stirring feelings. “Tell me who you belong to, Princess. Good girls get rewarded.” Adler bites my earlobe, and the sting of pain mixed in with everything else feels incredible.

I know he wants me to answer him, but I’m not going to. I don’t belong to them, even if they put this stupid fucking tattoo on me. Adler and Gray briefly move out of the way as Hayes pulls my shirt off and over my head. It gets tossed somewhere, and Adler and Gray immediately move back into their positions at my side, revving me up with their kisses and caresses. I can’t focus on any one thing, but when my legs are parted and I feel lips on both legs, I look down.

Wade is at my right leg, slowly kissing his way up from my ankle. He lets his teeth scrape at my skin, and it sends tingles down my spine. Hayes is at my other leg, placing kisses of his own, doing his part to leave me a panting mess. They’re touching me everywhere but none of the places that I need them most. My body writhes, pleading for some kind of release.

Gray and Adler each massage my breasts, lavishing attention on my nipples with their tongues. My moans are embarrassingly loud as my hips thrust, looking for the friction and stimulation I so desperately need. Fingers glide across my sex, circling that bundle of nerves but never directly touching it. I don’t know how much more I can take. I slide my own hand down to my clit, but before I can even get close to it, hands pull me away and make it impossible for me to try again.

“Just say the words, Little Bird. Tell us you’re ours. Tell us you want to get fucked. We’ll make all your dreams come true,” Gray purrs into my ear, and a jolt of pleasure goes straight to my core at his words.

“No. I’m not yours.” I barely get the words out before a moan is ripped from me.

“Tsk, tsk, Little Bird. You’ll regret that.”

Suddenly, there is a mouth devouring my pussy like it’s the last thing on earth to eat. My back arches off the bed, and four sets of hands pin me down in various spots along my body. I’m too blissed out to even care, my hips thrusting into Wade’s mouth without a conscious thought from me at all. It doesn’t take much to bring me to the brink of an orgasm after all their touching and kissing, so when I feel that wave start to crest, I fully expect to come crashing down with it, but Wade stops and pulls away.

“What are you doing?” My voice comes out high-pitched and breathy, it’s pathetic.

“Like Gray said, good girls get rewards. You’re not a good girl though, are you?” Wade moves back between my legs and starts fucking me with his tongue again.

I heard what he said, but it’s hard to focus with the drugs in my system and with his mouth on me, driving me crazy. The other guys are still tracing patterns on my skin, kissing and sucking along my body. It’s the perfect build-up. As soon as I start to feel those flutters that signal my body is about to take flight, Wade stops and moves back.

“What the fuck, Wade?”

“Tell me you want me, and you get what you want.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest and smirks.

“Fuck you. Fuck all of you.” Now I’m pissed, and two can play that game. Well, five can play that game.

“That’s the idea,” Adler whispers in my ear before leaning over and taking my nipple into his mouth with a growl.

Wade moves back between my legs, and I try to clamp them shut, but he wrenches them open and goes back to licking my clit. I bite my lip to try to keep the noises inside. They don’t deserve the satisfaction, but it’s hard to contain it all. When Wade slides two fingers inside me, I’m a goner. I grind into his fingers like my life depends on it, but once again, as soon as I’m about to explode, Wade stops what he’s doing. This time I scream.

“If you’re just going to wind me up and leave me hanging, get the fuck out!”

Everyone pauses what they’re doing, and they all have varying degrees of satisfied smiles on their lips. I shake my head to clear it and slide up, so I’m sitting against the headboard. When I open my eyes, they’re all standing around the bed, erections trapped in their pants and looking too fucking smug.

“Are you going to tell us what we want to hear?”

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