Page 37 of Wallflower Witch
“Shh. I’ve got you, babe. I promise to make you feel good, all right? Just stay with me.” Matt presses his tongue against me, this time without the barrier of fabric between us, and my knees threaten to buckle. He presses little kisses all over my center, finding his way to play with my clit, writing a melody with his tongue that makes my whole body sing.
“Oh my gosh, yes. Right there.”
I pant, worked up from the other two men who haven’t stopped their examinations of my body, worked up from all the kisses from earlier, worked up from having three wet-dreams-come-to-life standing here shirtless in front of me, worked up from having the attention of kind men who are convinced my brand of crazy is actually something wonderful.
Josh drags my head to the side, slanting our mouths together as his tongue darts between my parted lips to explore. I moan into his mouth and buck my hips against Matt’s mouth, wanting more.
“Not so fast.” Patrick’s hands find my hips again, tightening around them until I can’t move. His mouth closes over my nipple, and an electric charge shoots straight to my pussy. I squirm beneath their hold. “Do you trust us, sweet cheeks?”
“Yes,” I answer immediately.
Patrick groans against my breast. “You’re so perfect for us, Mor. I want to do so many dirty things to you.” His teeth graze along my taut peak, and I gasp into Josh’s mouth. “Such a good girl for us.”
Matt takes advantage of my immobilization, slowly sinking a finger inside my pussy. He strokes my walls, and I bite back a moan, overwhelmed with all the pleasure flooding my body.
“So good.” The words drop from my lips like a curse, and Matt grins up at me, adding a second finger, slowly pulsing in and out of me. He spreads his fingers open, stretching me.
I whimper, and Patrick and Josh jump to work, using their talented hands and mouths to distract me.
Soon Matt’s fingers are pumping steadily into my core, and he curls them against my g-spot, making me see stars. His mouth works against my clit in time with his thrusts, while Josh continues kissing me, his hands holding me in place. Patrick moves down beside Matt, nipping and sucking my hip bones until I’m shaking in their arms.
“I’m close!” I pant, feeling my orgasm rushing toward me like a freight train. “Please don’t stop. Please, I—”
“That’s it, Mor, fall apart for us.”
Matt picks up the pace, his fingers flicking into me faster. I grind my hips into his touch, chasing my release. Just as it reaches the crest, Matt adds a third finger while Josh pinches my nipples. I cry out, shuddering as wave after wave of my orgasm washes over me, and I fall apart into the arms of the three people I love most in the world.
Iblink the haze from my eyes after coming down from several more world-shattering orgasms to see all three men lying on the pallet around me. I drool a little at the still-naked bodies on display, all of us still touching each other, and have to remind myself that I couldn’t survive any more playtime right now.
I try to subtly stretch, not wanting to wake anyone else and feel a sting between my thighs. Maybe we were a little rougher than I remembered.
A kiss on my hip drags my eyes down to meet Josh’s. “Hey, babe, how are you feeling?”
“Like I just had the best night of my life,” I whisper. “We should do it again. Just not right now. I need a day or two to recover.”
Another set of hands starts to roam over my body, our conversation enough to stir the other two as well.
“Well, that was something.” Matt smiles up at me.
“Yeah,” I agree. “It was.”
“Not to burst our cozy little bubble,” Patrick says, “but do you notice anything different? It feels like you have more magic now.”
I close my eyes, turning my focus inward and gasp. My magic is flowing around like bubbles, filling any empty space it can find. It’s so different, I wonder how I didn’t realize it immediately.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper before trying to describe it to the others. My eyes blur as I blink away the happy tears.
“You’re glowing.” Matt’s voice is full of awe. He hovers his hand over my arms.
“Yeah, I’m really happy,” I tell him. “I don’t know how I lived before this.”
“No, Mor,” Josh says. “Look down. You are actually glowing.”
My eyes drop, and I gasp.
“Well, that was unexpected.” Patrick laughs. “I’ve heard of the powerful witches glowing from their power, but never thought I’d see it myself.”
“As awesome as this moment is,” Josh says. “Does this help us with breaking the curse?”