I stroked Maeve through her panties, already feeling her wetness soaking through the fabric. She shuddered.
“Maeve,” Corbin whispered. “Do you want us to stop?”
She shook her head, her lips still locked on mine.
“Do you want one of us to leave?”
I held my breath – half of me wanted her to tell Corbin to go, while the other half dreaded being alone with her. Maeve shook her head again. Corbin’s face leapt into a smile. He leaned right over so that his hair grazed my arm. He dragged his tongue along Maeve’s exposed neck, across her collarbone. He nibbled on her skin. The way she moaned against me suggested she liked that very much. I’d have to remember that.
I adjusted myself, turning on the couch so that I faced Corbin. Maeve leaned back against me, her back against my chest. My left hand explored her chest through her t-shirt while my right continued to stroke across her pussy with the lightest touch, relishing the wetness that soaked through onto my fingers.
On the screen, the movie continued playing, but none of us cared anymore. Arthur snored away, totally oblivious.
Corbin’s fingers reached behind Maeve’s dress, pulling down the zipper. He pulled the dress up a little, exposing her stomach. He laid a trail of kisses across her torso as he pulled her dress a little higher, a little higher. I trailed my kisses along Maeve’s neck, over her earlobe, whispering “filthy girl” in her ear just to feel her shudders of delight.
“You’re bloody beautiful, you know that, Maeve Moore?”
“I…” she started, but Corbin was tugging her dress up. I leaned her forward and grabbed the side closest to me, helpinghim free her of the useless material. Maeve raised her hands and we tugged it over her head.
Underneath, she wore a black bra that pushed her gorgeous tits together. Corbin planted a kiss between her breasts. I was a little jealous that I couldn’t do that from where I sat, but I did have a glorious view, so it wasn’t such a big deal. My fingers danced over the strap of her bra. I popped it open.
“Begone with you, foul thing,” I murmured into her ear as I flung her bra across the room. It looped around the toe of Arthur’s boot. He didn’t even stir.
Maeve giggled, but her laughter turned into moans as Corbin’s lips closed around her breast. I bent her head back, claiming her mouth with mine, one hand snaking around and rolling her other nipple between my fingers.
Corbin’s fingers slipped into the waist of her knickers. Maeve raised her legs so he could slide them down. He pushed them away, revealing the glorious mound of her pussy.
I kept my mouth on hers, my tongue exploring, my hands playing with her hard nipples, while Corbin bent down and tasted her wetness. Maeve’s moans vibrated against my tongue, her body trembling as Corbin ate her out.
Bloody hell.
There was something so intense about kissing this girl knowing my friend was sucking on her clit. I swallowed down her pleasure, knowing that we made her feel like this.
I’d initially found myself drawn into Maeve’s spirit-driven escapades because any Irishman who refuses such an offer would be a damn eejit. But also, being alone with Maeve terrified me.
If she was shagging two of us at once, I could convince myself that this was a sex thing, a way for us all to let off steam and have a jolly good time.
Hearing Maeve’s moans of pleasure as Corbin tongued her made my stomach clench the same way it did when she smiled. I wanted nothing more than to taste Maeve’s sweetness for myself.
She arched her back, her body going rigid, her moans turning into one keening wail as her first orgasm claimed her. She clamped her legs around Corbin’s ears, gasping against my lips as she tried to stifle her cries. Her body wriggled against my dick, which was doing a little wailing of his own because he hadn’t had much attention.
As Maeve’s trembling subsided, I wriggled out from beneath her, sliding her body down onto the couch. I crouched on the flagstone floor, admiring the flush of her skin from her pleasure. Her lips moved, searching for mine.
“Flynn?” Maeve murmured, her eyes sleepy with bliss. “Are you leaving? Are you not okay with this?”
“It’s not that at all, Luv.” I punched Corbin in the arm until he got the idea and scooted around to take the position I’d just occupied. I bent between her legs, breathing in the sweet scent of her. “It’s just that it’s my turn. It’s time you experienced how an Irishman eats pussy.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
MAEVE
Corbin slid in behind me, where Flynn had been, and his mouth found mine. Flynn pressed his tongue between my legs, darting brashly across my sensitive bud. The feeling was part pleasure, part pain. My leg jerked involuntarily, but that only made Flynn lick and suck with more vigour.
I turned around so I faced Corbin, who had shimmied out of his jeans. His huge cock stood rigid and inviting, the veins at the head raised and purple. I wanted to give him something because he’d been the instigator of everything good that had happened to me since I’d come to England. I knew now that he’d lost someone he loved too, and seeing that he’d found a way through the pain of it gave me hope for myself.
I rolled over, presenting my ass to Flynn, who slid between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs as he attacked my clit with his mouth. Now that I was facing Corbin, I leaned down and took him into my mouth, savouring the hot, slightly salty taste of him.
I’d tried to suck off Andrew once, but it was a bumbling effort and we both knew it. He was too nervous to tell me what he liked, and I didn’t know my way around my own body, let alone a guy’s appendages. But here, Ifeltin my veins what worked,the power inside me rising up and transforming me into a high priestess of spirit magic, into the goddess of all they desired.
