Rowan was the opposite of Blake. He took his time, making sure I felt each stroke and flick of his tongue, drawing out his ministrations until my body arched toward him, trying to draw his tongue deeper. He didn’t succumb to my begging, taking his own sweet time until I was practically grinding myself against his face in desperation.
When I came again, Rowan plunged his tongue inside me, lapping at me like a cat. I passed over into the dark void again, and it took everything I had to hold my magic inside of me.
Three orgasms.Three. I could barely breathe by the time I surfaced again. I couldn’t move my limbs. Rowan scooped me up into his arms.
He kissed my lips. He tasted sweet, the scent of myself on his lips. God, Rowan kissed so good, everything about him liquid, melting into me. I met his eyes, wondering if he’d been looking at Corbin this whole time. But right now, his gaze held nothing but my own.
While Rowan held me, Corbin lay back on the couch, his face serene. “Blake got to go first before,” he said, folding his hands behind his head and staring up at me with bold, bright eyes.
Flynn bounced back into the room. “Got it!” He held the brown paper bag from the pharmacy – the one that contained seventeen tubes of lube. “You can all thank me later.”
Rowan set me down. I stepped toward the sofa. My legs trembled.This is it. This is my dreams come to life.
“If anyone wants to back out now,” I whispered, holding the back of the sofa to keep myself upright, “I understand. I won’t think less of you.”
“We ain’t going nowhere, Princess,” Blake smirked, gripping his own substantial cock in his hand. “Ride him like a stallion. You’ll have all of us before the sun sets this day.”
And maybe, if we get this right, we’ll stop Daigh in his tracks.
I straddled Corbin, taking his cock in my hand and stoking it, feeling its length, remembering how good it felt between my legs. Flynn handed me a condom and I rolled it down Corbin’s shaft. He was so big it barely reached halfway.
I lifted myself up on shaking legs, aimed Corbin’s cock in the right place, and sank down, sighing with pure joy as the ache inside me was filled.
Corbin’s hands wrapped around my thighs, steadying me as I found my rhythm. His eyes locked on mine. For the first time since I’d known him, his expression was serene, relaxed, almost filled with…awe.
I did this to him. I gave this gift to him.
He felt so good, filling me, touching every part of me. I swept my gaze to the others standing around us, watching me fuck their friend and de facto leader. I glanced at Rowan and beckoned him forward.
Rowan’s eyes widened as I took my hand off Corbin’s shoulder and wrapped it around his shaft, stroking him softly, slowly, trying to mimic his technique on me. Rowan gulped as his eyes flicked down to Corbin, and the two of them shared a look that made me feel almost like a trespasser.
“I’m next,” Blake said. He came around the front of the couch and knelt on the arm, straddling Corbin’s face.
“What are you doing?” Corbin demanded as Blake’s balls swung in front of his face.
“Giving Maeve exactly what she wants.” Blake held out his cock. I bent down and took it in my mouth.
The angle of Corbin’s cock rubbed a dark spot inside me that flicked my power higher, harder, faster. My skin practically boiled. I ground my hips into Corbin as I rocked forward to take in more of Blake, then back again. My grip tightened around Rowan’s cock.
So full of them all.
The sofa creaked as Flynn clambered on behind me, rustling his paper bag. He pressed his stomach against me, warming my skin. His hand snaked around, rolling my nipple between his fingers before reaching down and circling my clit.
I ground my hips against Corbin, driving him deeper as my lips curled around Blake's cock, sucking him as far as I could, filling my body so completely with them, wanting more, more, more.
Four sad, lonely, broken-hearted boys. It was as if they’d been waiting here for me all this time, waiting for me to return to Briarwood, for us to join together and feed each other on the embers of our hurt.
This is how to fuckingheal.
Something warm trickled down the crack of my ass. Flynn nibbled on my neck. He slid his fingers through the warm lube, trailing a line down, down, down, until he slipped a finger inside my back hole. I gasped around Blake’s cock at the strangeness of the sensation.
A second finger joined Flynn’s first. They swirled around, pressing against the circle of muscle, and then, they were inside me. First one, then another. I could feel them brushing against Corbin’s cock through the thin wall of my vagina. I sucked in a breath.
This is intense.
Flynn moved his fingers in and out, matching Corbin’s rhythm, giving me a taste of what it was to be completely full. I stopped grinding my hips, letting the boys control the speed and depth, enjoying being suspended between them, held aloft by their passion.
Rowan watched my face, his pupils dilated, his lips pursed, a hungry look in his eyes. His gaze flicked to Corbin, whose face registered the feel of Flynn’s fingers against the thin wall. He sure didn’t notice Blake’s balls swinging in front of him any longer. Corbin’s eyes blazed with desire, and Rowan’s shoulders sagged with the longing he could not share. And I knew then without a shadow of a doubt that what happened in the dream was real.
