“What do you say, Blake?” Flynn produced a couple of condoms and a tube of lube from somewhere in the depths of his pockets. “Now that Maeve’s all warmed up…”
“You just carry those around everywhere with you, hoping you’ll get lucky?”
Flynn grinned. “What can I say? I’m Irish. Good luck is in my genes.”
“It sure is.” I rubbed his crotch until he groaned.
Flynn slid his hands under my dress, hooking his fingers in the elastic of my panties. “Knickers off,” he murmured against my ear.
I lifted my hips, sliding one leg off Blake so I could kick the offending material away.
“Keep the dress,” Blake said, his fingers tweaking my nipples through the thin fabric. “I like it on you.”
Flynn handed him a condom and he rolled it on. “I can’t wait until I can be inside you without this, Princess,” he whispered.
“Me neither,” I whispered back.
I sank down onto Blake’s cock, gasping at the fullness of him warm and tight inside me.
Blake leaned back in the chair, running his fingers down my thighs and over my ass. I gripped his shoulders and lifted my hips, sliding myself up his shaft and then slamming back down, filling myself with his length. I rose up again, enjoying being in control and seeing Blake’s blissful expression as he watched me move up and down on him.
“Mind if I…butt in?” Flynn whispered in my ear. I groaned.
“You are ridiculous.”
I lifted my hips again, giving Flynn easier access. He squeezed out some of the lube, sliding it down my back, using his finger to rub it in. I heard the condom wrapper tear and Flynn position himself behind me, his thighs rubbing against Blake’s. I ground my hips down on Blake again and lifted up, feeling Flynn’s cock sliding between my cheeks. With a strangled cry, he pushed forward, his tip sliding inside me.
I sucked in a breath, holding my body still, digging my nails into Blake’s shoulders as Flynn worked his way in deeper.
“Bloody hell, Einstein,” he whispered as he buried his length inside me. “You’re amazing.”
“Welcome to the magical kingdom of Maeve,” Blake grinned, his hands gripping my thighs. He pushed me up, sliding out of me, his cock rubbing along Flynn’s from behind the thin membrane that separated them.
“You okay?” Flynn whispered. I nodded, releasing the breath I’d been holding as Blake slid inside me and Flynn drew back, their cocks rubbing together like one enormous length ramming right through me.
So tight.
Too tight.
Just right.
They found their own rhythm – steady, relentless, intoxicating. They tossed me between them, my body their plaything, my mind wiped clean by the waves of pleasure cascading over me.
Magic flared in my fingers, sizzling over Blake’s skin, pouring from Flynn’s lips into mine.
I tossed back my head. Flynn’s teeth dug into my neck. Blake leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around my breast through the fabric of my dress, biting down on my nipple.
The orgasm hit me like a hadron collider, the force of it jerking my body between them. My cry echoed through the enormous room, joined by their groans as they both came with powerful thrusts that rocked through my whole core.
Magic swirled around us, hanging in the air like orchard fruit waiting to be picked. I collapsed against Blake’s shoulders, my body trembling from the residual. Flynn danced the tips of his fingers over my body, sending delicious shivers through me as he trailed over the sensitive skin.
“It was good for you?” Flynn whispered in my ear.
“It was amazing.”
“Good. That’s all I want. To see you smile.” His face tinged with sadness as he stroked my cheek. “You have the prettiest smile.”
We slid apart, fumbling for our clothes. Blake tossed his condom into a nearby trash can and headed for the door. Flynn had taken off his socks and was struggling to get them on his feet. “Who even needs socks?” he mumbled. His red curls fell over his eye and my heart swelled.
