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“Jules...”

He reached for me but I pulled back, letting my fingers trail down his body as I went. His brows creased, then smoothed, his smile twisted with frustration as he watched me move over to Slade.

“You liking this little display, love?” he asked as I placed my arms around his neck. He moved to turn me, so I did so, facing the group. “Look at them, aching to touch you.” As if to prove his point, his fingers trailed up my ribs and cupped my breasts.

“And each other.”

“Some of them. You want to see that, love? When I push my cock into you, you want to see one of them take another? Hear them groan as one of them settles in deep while I swallow yours when I fuck you?”

“If they want it.” I wanted to sound cool and open-minded, but instead sounded all breathy. “That’s what I want, for people to be able to tell me what they want, and if everyone’s cool, to go for it.” I turned to face him, glad to see that twinkle in his eyes was back. “And what do you want?”

“Let me go first.” His voice came out as a hoarse rumble.

He was trying to play it cool, fixing that sly grin of his on his face, but I could see the need plainly.

“Let me be the one that works his cock into that tight little cunt of yours, watches you squirm around on the bed as you try to push me clear and pull me closer. Let me send you into the arms of one of the others with my cum dripping down your legs.”

It was hot, what he described, but there was something else there.

His eyes bore into mine, his smile fading, as if somehow his gaze could communicate what he dared not.

My kiss was light, gentle, trying to reassure him, but he wasn’t having it.

He yanked me to him, forcing his tongue between my lips, pouring everything he had into it before pulling away again.

I blinked, feeling dazed by sensation and the sudden absence of it, and then he smiled, quick and brilliant as the sun.

“C’mon, you better get to the others before they burst.”

“Let’s get these clothes off,” Shaun said when I moved to him.

I tangled my hands in his hair as he removed them, neat as a maid.

He struggled to meet my eyes as I leaned in to kiss him, but his fingers dug into my waist as his lips brushed mine.

The lightness of his touch seemed to belie what he was feeling.

I could hear the desperate rasp of his breath as we touched, something that only got more intense when he turned me around and pushed me dazed towards Aaron.

I should have felt self-conscious, standing there naked in front of five guys, but I didn’t get a chance to. Aaron’s lips were on mine the moment I was close enough, his hands everywhere. I found myself clinging to his chest, our tongues twining as his hand slid up my thigh. “Jules, you’re so wet.”

He said it like I gave him the greatest gift, like it was steak and blow job day, and he was getting a double suck while eating a 400gm, grain-fed, Scotch filet.

The rumble of his voice and the press of his mouth was one part reverent, one part ravenous.

I panted against his lips as those fingers slid across my seam, the V rubbing on either side of my clit.

My thighs widened instinctively, my hips thrusting along with his caresses, the pleasure building and building. ..

“Time for Brandon, Jules.”

The man in question’s face swum into focus as I blinked.

He took in my dazed expression with a heavy-lidded smile and drew me into his arms. For some reason, resting my head against the hard expanse of his chest and breathing in his scent was just what I needed.

He chuckled a little, then brushed my hair back from my face.

“It’s a bit overwhelming, yeah?”

He said it quietly, as if only for us.

“Yeah.”

“We’re gonna make you feel so good.” He spun me around to face the group. “Look at them. They’re aching to be inside you, just like I am.” He flattened his hand against my pelvis, grinding me back against his rigid length. “Ask them to touch those hard dicks.”

I glanced over my shoulder, but then turned back to the rest of them. “Do it.”

Big square hands, knotted with muscle, grasped each thick cock.

Some, like Slade, made a show of the act.

He moved his hand so, so slowly up and down his dick, as if remaking every inch of it with his movements.

Veins stood out on Finn’s neck and temple.

He did what I asked, but it looked like it hurt him to do so.

I remembered how long it had been for him, longer than the others.

“We shouldn’t do this to Finn. He needs it too much.”

“He does, doesn’t he? Look at that cock, those veins standing so proud. It’s so red and angry.” We watched Finn shudder with the effort of holding back. “You can ease his suffering, if you want.”

A memory of Brandon working his dick into Aaron flashed into my mind, so I looked back at him.

“What do you want?”

His smile was perfect, bright and beautiful, and he knew exactly what I was and wasn’t asking.

“Me? I want to push Slade out of the way, drop you on the bed and bury myself in you.” His smile widened when he heard my sharp intake of breath.

“I want to be selfish and just fuck you until we both come. But really, I want to see you let go, really let go. I want to see you spread out and wanton, with us sucking, licking, biting, fucking every bloody inch of you. I want you to come until you can’t anymore and then I want you to come just once more.

I want you covered in our cum, marked by any and all that smell you as ours. ”

A growl went around the room that sounded like one of agreement.

“And you? Do you want to experience that too?”

“Being on the receiving end?” His eyes roamed my face, as if looking for clues. “If that’s something you want to see, I’d do that for you. But not with these guys. There’s only a couple here that’d be into that. But it’s not what I need, Jules. I need what everyone here needs. You.”

I kissed him then, because it was all so intense and overwhelming and confusing.

And because despite my protestations, the geeky guy who quoted comic books and gave me romance novel recs, who also was a little bit of a dominant, was getting under my skin.

They all were. And right now, I wanted to celebrate that.

What we had, it was fragile. I wasn’t sure if all of our bonds would deepen enough to be made permanent, but I wanted to find out.

I was brought back to the here and now when Brandon’s hands cupped my breasts, and his fingers tweaked my nipples hard.

“Don’t get too caught up in your head, love.”

I smiled, then gasped as I felt that tug on my clit each time he rolled my nipple with his fingers. “I’m not.”

I pulled away, something I didn’t want and neither did he, if his clinging caresses were anything to go by.

I moved clear of him and went to Finn, stilling his hand and then drawing his head down to mine.

He fell upon me like the hungry wolf he was, his kisses open mouthed and brutal, his hands cupping my butt and jerking me close, his dick grinding into me.

He tried to claw me back when I drew away, a low growl indicating his need.

That stilled when I dropped down to my knees in front of him.

He needed this, to take the edge off, so he could regain some control and be the man I knew him to be.

One who focussed on what had to be done for the good of the group, not his own needs.

I was gratified to hear his gasp as my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his long drawn out groan was music to my ears as I licked the underside with my tongue.

I traced the angry head, placing teasing kisses on the crown.

He thrust instinctively, trying to force me to stop playing and swallow him whole.

But I held him still, forced him to endure it when my lips parted so, so slowly over the head, stopping to twist and shift, rubbing them all over it.

He was panting hard as I worked him in deeper, my tongue flickering like a snake along his rigid length.

His hands came to rest so, so softly on my skull, almost a benediction.

“Oh, fuck, Jules….”

“Take pity on the man.”

I felt a hand on my hips, drawing me up to standing, but not dislodging me from Finn’s dick. I glanced back and saw it was Slade.

“Let’s work together, for the benefit of the pack,” he said with a wink, then spread my legs before dropping down between them. I yelped at the first lick along my seam, but he stopped too soon. “You stop, I stop.”

Finn began to hum as I buried his dick in my throat, his fingers a little firmer.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” he started to chant as I worked my mouth up and down his length.

He was so hard, so ready, I could almost feel him flex.

I gasped as Slade’s lips fastened themselves to my clit, something that had Finn pushing even further still.

I gagged a little, tears streaming down my face, but closed my hand tighter around the base so I could control how much I was taking.

It all started to blur, Finn’s pleasure, my pleasure, Slade spearing his fingers inside me as he licked furiously until…

Finn’s hips jerked forward as he emptied into my mouth, rope after rope of cum spurting as he sobbed his ecstasy. Slade disengaged, leaving my clit throbbing in the cool air, and he slapped me on the butt.

“Come on, princess. Time to get on your throne and be worshipped.”

“I hate it when you call me princess.”

“I know,” he said, sidling in close, then trailing his fingers through my wetness before licking it off his fingers. “It makes you fuck that much harder.”

“C’mon,” Finn said, taking my hand and then falling down onto the bed, dragging me with him. He shifted until he was half lying against the headboard and I was on him. “We’d all rather fuck, than fight.”