Page 29 of Winter Goddess
Frost wraps his hands around my thighs and pushes my legs open even further. His lips have almost reached my centre, only an inch or so away. He's so close to making me come apart already. Only a tiny bit more... his mouth is on me, his tongue flicking against the most sensitive spot of my body and I spread my arms, gripping the sand as if to keep me in place. His touch is too much and not enough at the same time. I close my eyes, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of Frost suckling on me. On the spots where his hands are touching me, little lightning bolts are shot into my skin, giving me goosebumps. Then his hands are on my breasts, no, they can't be his, they must be one of the other's. Gently massaging my boobs, then, fingers twirling my nipples, while yet another pair of hands stroking back my hair. Lips on mine, soft yet hard enough to make me open my mouth and let him in. My right hand is lifted from the ground and put around a warm, hard cock. I smile against the kiss. One of my guys is wanting some attention. I start stroking him in the rhythm Frost is setting with his expertly flicks and swirls of his tongue. I'm so close, not much further. So many sensations, it's hard to keep track of them all. When Frost's lips disappear, I want to protest, but I'm busy kissing, and anyway, a moment later something presses against my entrance. Well, I know exactly what it is. I lift my hips to give him easier access, but he doesn't need it, he's gliding into me already. I moan against the kiss, squeezing the cock in my hand a little harder than I probably should. He groans - it's Arc, I think - but then holds my wrist and makes me rub him even faster. Someone begins to nibble on my nipples, a warm mouth holding them captive.
It's too much. I scream and arch my back, coming hard on whoever is fucking me. Sparks are dancing in front of my eyes, rainbow coloured and very sparkly, proving once again that this isn't quite real. Who cares, what I'm feeling is very, very real. I wrap my legs around the man who's still pushing into me, his cock filling me up completely. I'm not going to let him go. I'm not going to let any of them go.
"Wyn, could you remove the ropes from us?" Crispin asks in a pained voice and I can't help but open my eyes. All four of them - including Storm, who I've got inside of me - are having ropes wrapped around their wrists and torsos, making them unable to move much.
I laugh, unable to believe that my magic actually did that.
"Please?"
I'm choking, their affronted expressions making me giggle uncontrollably. I have to say, those ropes suit them. My men. Mine. Definitely mine. Nobody else is allowed to have them, and they're not allowed to leave. Am I turning a little dominant just now?
Storm steps back and I'm suddenly empty.
"Come back!" I command, but he just grins.
"Remove the ropes first."
I know that they could all do it themselves, they're not exactly magicless, but they want me to do it.
"I don't like being blackmailed," I complain. "And I quite like that look on you."
Crispin groans. "We've created a monster."
"I prefer sexually liberated woman," I retort. "But that doesn't mean you can't beliberatedeither."
I tell my magic to remove the ropes and she does as I've asked. Pity. I'd almost hoped I could use my rebellious magic as an excuse.
"Thank the Gods," Frost exclaims and rubs his wrists. "That was uncomfortable."
I smile. "Sorry?"
He winks at me. "My turn."
He pushes his brother out of the way and takes his place between my legs. "No, let's do this differently," he says and sits on the ground instead. "Sit on me, sweetheart."
I don't really want to move, but the sight of his erect cock is enough to make me get up and approach him. I slowly lower myself onto his hardness until I can kneel on the ground, my legs pressed against Frost's hips.
He lifts his pelvis and presses further into me and yet again, I can't prevent a moan escape me. He increases his pace, holding my boobs so they don't whip up and down. He's so deep within me, getting deeper still, that I feel like we're merging, becoming one and the same.
A hand falls onto my lower back, pressing me forward.
"Ready for two of us?" Arc whispers into my ear, his finger already circling the entrance to a place I usually don't think about a lot. Before I met the guys, I never thought I would ever have sex with two men at the same time, but they've certainly changed that feeling.
Arc gently enters me with his finger, rubbing against Frost's cock through my inner walls. It feels dirty and amazing and I need more.
"More," I groan, followed by chuckles from both of them.
"So demanding," Arc mutters, removing his finger and replacing it with his cock. It hurts a little when he enters me, but a bit of healing magic immediately removes that feeling. All I want is the pleasure, the sensation of being close to them. They move inside of me, finding a rhythm that works for both of them. I can no longer keep myself upright and let myself lie down on Frost's chest, my nipples hard against his skin. What are the other two Guardians doing? Why aren't they here?
Frost lifts his head and captures my lips with his, and immediately, all thoughts of the others disappear. He's the best kisser of them all, at least right now, while I don't have anyone else to compare him too. He tastes of sea salt and the freshness of morning dew. I meet his tongue with mine and we begin that most ancient dance, one we have practised before.
Arc grabs my hips and is starting to breathe heavily as he increases his pace. He's close, and so am I. Frost too, I think. Wouldn't it be nice if... I have a crazy idea. And before I can think about it properly, my magic takes it into her own hands.
My four men groan at the same time and I do a slightly more moany sound as the orgasm rushes over all of us. All five of us. Coming together. I ride the wave, dimly aware of how the two men are still moving within me.
"What the fuck was that?" Storm asks breathlessly. "I wasn't... I didn't..."
"Wyn?" Crispin sounds both amused and shocked. "Was that you?"
