Phoenixcry: A Reverse Harem Romance (The Rogue Witch Book 1) Page 19

  A flood of nerves made me feel like I had to cover myself, but he caught my hands as they crossed over my belly.

  “You okay?” He stroked his thumbs over the soft spot on my palms.

  “Feeling underdressed,” I admitted, eyeing his body. He raised an eyebrow and moved away from me, shucking himself out of his jeans. They joined my pair on the floor of the van. A pair of tight, black boxer-briefs hugged him low on his hips.

  “Better?” The bench-bed dipped under him, and his hand slid along one of my bare legs. The heat of his skin was soothing and I relaxed as he cupped my thigh. I nodded, feeling more like the playing field was level, although he was all hard edges where I was soft curves, and a few more pounds than I’d have liked. I pushed away those thoughts though when his fingers crept closer, closer to where my thighs touched. “Gotta let me in sweetheart or we’re gonna be staring at each other for the rest of the night.”

  “Sounds like a good plan to me,” I joked, but bit my lip after a moment and slipped my knees apart. His eyes slammed shut.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, you smell so hot.” He moved over beside me, his chest pressing into my side as two of his fingers cupped the heat of my pussy through my panties. “Right here,” his words buzzing in my ear. My focus was down where he was touching, the slow rub of his hand, and the way my hips demanded to move. I obliged, rubbing into his hand, the warmth turning into a desperate heat.

  Finn’s tongue slipped out, teasing along the skin of my jaw, startling a cry from me.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it? You feel amazing. Your skin is so soft, Darce. I bet your soaking wet, I can feel you right through your panties. You want it? You want me to touch you?” His filthy words should have made me blush but instead I reached down and grabbed his wrist pressing his hand up higher where I wanted it. He chuckled. “Perfect girl, I like you when you tell me what to do. You want more?”

  I bit my lip and nodded. His fingers slipped under the fabric of my underwear and I moaned, turning my head away. It was too much, I felt so exposed. My breath stuttered in and out of my lungs as he stroked my wet center, his fingers dragging through the folds. I was still clinging to his wrist, my grip tight, tighter. The tips of his fingers slipped over my clit and I cried out.

  “Right there,” my voice broke as he did it again, a slow, soft curl of pleasure building inside of me.

  “Got you, Darcy,” he said, and he kissed me. “Gotta keep you quiet, can’t let the guys get too jealous of all these sweet sounds you’re making for me.”

  “Can’t promise… I won’t…” my words disappeared, the shuddering, shaking feeling inside of me breaking open and I cried out again, the small of my back lifting off the bed as everything at the edge of my awareness whited out and all that mattered was his fingers insistently teasing me, stroking my clit over and over. What I wanted was just out of reach, and it felt like the tight, desperate feeling inside of me was never going to—

  His body rolled fully on top of mine, his mouth finding the soft spot on the column of my neck. I felt the light graze of his teeth over my skin, his fingers teased one more long, slow stroke over the rise of my clit and I was gone. I shuddered into an intense orgasm, my fingers scratched hard into the skin of his wrist, and a scream ripped out of my throat.

  His hand slipped over my pussy, pressing down flat, the pressure soothing the sweet burn that always followed when I’d made myself feel good, like he knew what I needed before I could even think to ask.

  Feeling shaky, I opened my eyes only a crack at first, my heart racing. Finn gazed down at me, a broad, shit-eating grin on his face. I threw an arm across my eyes and whimpered.

  “Oh no, sweetheart, don’t you dare hide from me.” His fingers wrapped around my wrist and he peeled my arm away from my face. “You’re beautiful, and perfect, and a helluva lot more words I don’t have the sense to find right now.” He kissed me, mouth sweet on mine, and I squirmed, feeling the trembling after effects of what he’d done to me as my thighs shivered.

  “That was pretty great,” I admitted, my cheeks hot. “It’s different when someone else does it for you, and I,” I shrugged my shoulders. “It felt for a minute like it wasn’t gonna happen, and then it did, and I, uh, like, wow.”

  Finn licked his lower lip and stretched, almost lazily, beside me, before his arm came down and he cuddled me into him.

  “If it didn’t happen, well, I woulda worked until it did.” He nuzzled the side of my face and sighed. “Just want to make you feel good over and over. You sound so beautiful when you come.”

  “Please don’t. Do we have to talk about it?”

  “Not if it makes you feel bad,” he said, “we don’t have to do anything that makes you feel bad.”

  “Oh it doesn’t make me feel bad, just weird. I’m not used to someone—”

  “Giving a fuck about you?” His words were flat and I blinked at him. “We’ve gotten a bit of a picture of what you’ve lived through, and you haven’t said much but you don’t have to.” He tapped me on the nose and I flinched. “I look at you and I feel like nobody’s ever loved you much in your whole damn life, maybe aside from your friend, Max. Maybe that’s why...” he trailed off and looked away before sighing. “Feels like it’s gonna take the five of us to give you the love you deserve, because there’s not a girl alive who’s sweeter, and nicer, and smarter than you.”

  “You forgot beautiful.” I stuck out my tongue and he laughed, kissing me hard.

  “You’re right I did.” His eyes half-lidded and he smiled, stroking the side of my face. “I feel like I can have you, knowing the other guys are right there, waiting to take care of you if I can’t. That doesn’t scare you, does it? All of us, you being ours? We keep wondering if you’re gonna ditch us.”

  I thought about it for a moment. Maybe at first it had been shocking, but I was in college. It wasn’t like this was the first time I’d heard of people having more than one partner, and there was one girl in my program who had a girlfriend and a boyfriend. I shrugged.

  “I forget sometimes that things have changed since I was a kid,” he said, sounding older than he looked.

  “You reminiscing? You know Charlie hates it when you reminisce,” I teased to get him out of it. I could still feel the press of his hip into mine, and the firm length of his cock, hard in his briefs. The evidence of him needing me that badly made me shiver.

  “That’s because Charlie is an irreverent asshole, and I don’t much want to talk about him right now.” His fingers ran up and down the length of my arm. “You feeling sleepy?”

  “Not really.” My whole body was awake, and the the way he was touching my arm made my nerves jump and tingle, waking up a slow heat between my thighs again.

  “You feeling good?”

  “Finn, stop worrying about how I feel,” I said, pushing up on one elbow and kissing him hard. I arched my hips into his, and he groaned. “You always worry about how I feel.”

  “Maybe cause if I don’t then who’s gonna.” His hand wrapped around my thigh and he pulled it up until my knee brushed high on his ribs.

  “Got four other names on my list, at least,” I whispered, breath catching when I felt him pressing up between my thighs. Apparently my body was more than okay with this turn of events, acting like it hadn’t been satisfied five minutes before. I wanted him, the hollow ache inside me demanding more.

  A low growl started in his chest, and he pressed me down, flat on my back.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, his fingers stroking over my hip.

  “What?” His words confused me and I yelped; his fingers tightened into the side of my panties and the fabric gave way, ripping he pulled. “Finn!”

  “You said to stop worrying,” he kissed me when he paused, “so I’m not gonna.” I whimpered as he pulled my panties away from my damp skin, fully naked in front of him and not even caring about it. I wiggled my hips, wrapping my fingers around his shoulders.

  “Please, I want...” I wanted him, but it
felt too intense to say it.

  His eyes closed and his hand cupped my warmth, fingers slicking back and forth through my folds for a moment. I felt the pressure of his finger teasing a circle over my entrance, and then the low, sweet burning feeling of pressure as he slipped it inside of me. I held still, staring up into his face, watching his expression, trying not to move my hips. I wanted to shift, rise up to meet him, but I was a little nervous to at the same time.

  “That hurt?” he asked, eyes opening as his finger tested me, slipping in and out in a slow thrust. I shook my head, because it didn’t, not really. He eased in a second finger and my breath hiccuped in my throat. It felt good, so good. So much that I couldn’t help but roll my hips, rocking up into him as he fucked me with his fingers. He bent to kiss me, mouth hot on mine, and then he was gone his fingers slipping out from inside me. I cried out and tried to follow him. He soothed me with a firm press of his mouth on mine, and I heard him shifting out of his boxer-briefs. I swallowed hard and looked down his body where his cock jutted out from his hips, hard and swollen. He reached down over the side of the bench-bed and there was a soft crinkling sound. There was the silver flash of a condom wrapper before he was stroking the latex over his cock, before shifting between my legs.

  His eyes never left my face as I slid my thighs up to hug his hips, anticipation building inside of me, terrified I wouldn’t feel anything and that it would suck and I’d have to pretend it was good, or that it would hurt, really bad, even though—

  “Stop thinking, sweetheart,” he said, his voice husky and hoarse as he slid one hand under my butt, lifting me up as if I weighed nothing. “I’ve got you.” He kissed me, once, and then his cock was between my thighs, pressing into me. There was a moment of panic fluttering in my chest before it gave way to elation as he slid inside me. It stung, but only a little bit, and I tried not to squirm. The feeling would go away, probably, and the warmth of him was more than enough to distract me. Pleasure, sweet and tinged with an edge of desperation, grew in my belly, as he took a deep, shaking breath and lowered us both to the bed.

  He was still for a long moment, and he smiled

  “Needed a moment,” he admitted, with a shaky chuckle. “Haven’t been this worked up...” He shook his head and then muttered softly, “Shut up, Finn.” I wanted to tease him for talking to himself, but his hands pressed me down into the bed and his hips started their slow, steady pull away from me. I felt a shuddering, needy pleasure inside of me grow with each press and pull of his hips. His cock was thick, firm, opening me up and I clung to him, burying my face in the side of his neck as he covered my body with his. It was so real, and I was grateful that I’d waited for the right guy, the right group of guys, to be this close and vulnerable with. Finn was perfect, he was everything.

  I melted under him, relaxing and letting it happen, the pleasure building inside me with each roll of his hips. The stinging sensation was gone, and all that remained was a shivering feeling of being filled up. He kissed the side of my face, then my ear.

  “You feel amazing,” he murmured, and I shivered. “You’re mine, all of you, gonna make you feel so good.” His hips hitched and my knees squeezed his waist.

  “Already did,” my voice sounded breathy and light in my ears. He snorted and pulled back the shift of his cock inside me. One hand splayed across my belly, keeping me flat on the bed, the other cupped my breast.

  “If I have it my way, not a night goes by without me making you feel good from here on out.” He smirked when I moaned, his hips never stopping in their easy, lazy thrusting.

  “You’re gonna kill me with sex,” I protested, but when he arched his back and bent down to catch my tight nipple in his mouth, I figured there were probably worse ways to die. He was kissing and licking my breast, his teeth scraping over my skin every so often, and the threat of him nipping me made me bear down on him, clenching hard until he groaned. He pressed his face between my breasts, breathing hotly against my skin, and his hands both fisted in the blanket on either side of me. I heard him growl, low and hungry, and his hips picked up speed. The fluttering feeling inside me turned into pulsing need, and I squirmed, trying to lift my hips to get more of it. The hand of his on my belly, holding me down, slid down to where we were joined, bracketing his cock as he took me.

  “Please.” I needed more. His tongue licked a hot stripe up from my breast bone to the dip of my throat, and he kissed there, tenderly.

  “Greedy girl,” he teased, although his words were soft, and his thumb slicked down between my folds, stroking me over and over. It didn’t take long, a light nudge with the pad of his thumb, and one hitch of his hips, and I screamed, my throat raw as he sent me, shaking and shivering into climax.

  His teeth scraped against my throat again, and he groaned, long and loud, his hips churning hard between my thighs. His hand slipped over my hip and he grabbed my leg, holding me still as he fucked me hard into the sheet. I felt the shudder roll through his muscles, and he bit me, the slightest clamp of his mouth on the side of my neck. I shivered, feeling worn out, as my body went limp under him. We stayed there for a long moment, his hips stilling between my thighs, then he pulled his face away. His thumb came up to rub the side of my neck, soothing the spot where his teeth had bit into me.

  A low rumble started up in his chest, and he stretched out over me, covering me completely with his body, the light minty scent of him turned heavy and thick. My eyes slid shut and I sighed.

  “Like a big cat,” I whispered. He snorted.

  “Nothing like a cat,” he shot back, but he snuggled me again. There was a creamy feeling between my thighs and I wriggled, making him hiss out a breath.

  “Hang on,” he muttered and pulled away from me, pulling his cock out of my body. I felt a mild twinge, and the overall feeling of being satisfied, very satisfied, but that was it. My first time had been nothing like I thought it would be. Finn cleaned himself up and was back beside me, tugging up one edge of the blanket to cover me up as his arms wrapped around me tight. I burrowed into him, feeling sleepy and perfect. He was perfect. Everything was perfect. I never wanted to move again. The soft rumble of his chest made every inch of me relax, and I just listened to it, his breathing, and the breeze outside as it rustled through the park’s greenery and foliage.

  This felt like home should feel, although a part of me longed for the other guys, and...

  “I’m hungry,” I said. Finn squinted at me in the dark.

  “What? But you just—”

  “I want cookies. Chocolate chip ones, like right now.” It was like I was starving, and I realized that I hadn’t eaten much that night after Shara and Ginny had put my good mood in the dumpster. Suddenly I knew why Max kept after-sex snacks for when Craig visited. Post-coitous hunger was a real thing. Finn sat up, and I followed, pulling the blanket right up under my chin. “Please tell me we have cookies.”

  “Um...” He scratched the back of his head. “I don’t think we do.”

  “Oh.”

  He watched me for a moment and grinned.

  “Let me get dressed and get the guys. We’ll all go get cookies.”

  I felt my cheeks turning pink.

  “Oh, god they’re going to think I’m weird, and they’re gonna know about us, and they already know about us, obviously, but,” Finn’s fingers landed on my lips, shushing me. He gave me a gentle, but stern look.

  “It’s okay. You’re not weird, and I should’ve known you stinted yourself. You haven’t been eating enough on tour as it is. Let me get the guys, and we’ll go get cookies. Okay? Whatever you want. Cheeseburgers, you name it.”

  I thought for a moment.

  “A cheeseburger kinda sounds amazing right now,” I agreed. He smiled and leaned in, kissing me softly.

  “I love you,” he murmured. “Beautiful, crazy girl.” He pulled away and grabbed his jeans, stalking down the aisle of our little tour van. I barely had time to appreciate the tight curve of his ass because I sat there, staring af
ter him, my heart trembling in my throat.

  “You what?” Had he really said it? Had he even meant it?

  He flapped a hand at me, as if it was no big deal that he’d just confessed some serious feelings. It wasn’t like the same hadn’t been simmering in my chest for days at least. I loved him. He loved me. Was this real? He yanked on his jeans.

  “Get dressed,” he said, “we’re going on a cookie hunt.”

  Twenty-Three

  I didn’t bother to get back into my jeans and instead decided on leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. I felt different, my skin felt like it was glowing almost, and I wondered if it would be like that every time or if it a side effect of being a ‘newly despoiled virgin’. I was putting the bench seat back up, and folding the blanket when the sliding door on the van opened, and Ace ducked inside. He eyed me up for a moment, hesitating, and came to me and pulled me into his arms for a tight hug.

  “Ace?” I felt him put his chin on top of my head, and his grip grew tighter. “You okay?” I asked, my face smushed into the front of his shirt.

  “Just having some feelings,” he said. “I guess I’m a little jealous, maybe, just wanted to be close to you.” He sighed and pulled away. “You okay?”

  I nodded.

  “Pretty great,” I admitted. He smiled and booped me on the nose. What was with these guys and the nose-touching? Wolves. It had to be that.

  “He took care of you.” It was a statement rather than a question.

  “Mhmm. I’m—it was good. I’m good.” I sat down at the back as Charlie crawled in, an odd expression on his face.

  “Well that’s just not fucking fair,” he said, gesturing around the van. “It’s gonna smell like your scent, all sweet and… tasty and we have to just—” Ace elbowed him hard.

  “Shut up,” Ace said, “you’re joking around but you’re gonna make her feel weird.” Charlie shot me an apologetic look, but I didn’t mind. My whole body was buzzing. They could’ve said anything and I wouldn’t have cared right then.