Elements of Desire Page 6

  "Don't tell me what to do, you Irish prick," Reg snapped back, smoothing a palm over my naked butt cheek in an almost teasing way before rubbing a finger over my damp, silk covered crotch.

  Hell yes, Reg. Get in there!

  My rear-end wiggled a little and I pushed back onto his hand in encouragement even as I felt George beginning to come in my mouth. Using the tricks I learned a long time ago, I took him deep so that when he came, his hot seed went straight down my throat and bypassed my tongue.

  Don't judge. I was not a fan of raw oysters and elemental jizz only tasted a fraction better than regular old semen.

  George's long, bronze fingers tightened in my hair and then relaxed at the same time this satisfied, smug male sound escaped his throat. Jesus Christ, even the nice guy in my harem could be a dick at times.

  When I moved to sit up, Reg yanked me back and onto his lap, right over the solid heat of his shaft.

  "I was going to give you a hand job …" he started, but I was already wiggling on his lap in anticipation of what else we might be doing. I loved a good handie as much as the next chick, but I had a lot of husbands to service to make this honeymoon official, and I was not swallowing four more loads or wearing more than one pearl necklace at a time. A girl's got to have standards, you know.

  Reg swept some loose tendrils of blonde from the side of my throat and pressed his lips to my pulse point, sending jittery thrills through me. Goose bumps sprung up across my skin as I leaned forward and put my hands on the back of the bench seat in front of me, sitting up just enough that Reg could push my panties aside and get himself into position.

  "Give me a fucking kiss," I whispered to Warden, loving the dopey half-smile he gave me in response.

  "Now that's a hard flippin' request," he murmured, putting his fingers lightly on the back of my neck and pressing our lips together with a sudden rush of pleasure, scalding through me and burning up all my insides. For just a second there, I forgot where I was and what I was doing. It was just me and Warden, college sweethearts turned husband and wife. And even after years apart, I wanted him like I'd never wanted anything else … well, except for my other hubbies. In this moment, I felt an equal connection to them all.

  Of course, some of those connections were more sexual than anything else—here's looking at you Dustin—but there was an undeniable pull between me and each man that I could feel beyond the magic, that I could feel … like in my heart or something?! Eww, gross. I'd been married for like one day and I was already turning sappy?

  Warden's tongue swirled against mine and his fingers tightened against the nape of my neck as Reg slowly pulled me back toward him, the head of his cock slipping between my tight folds. My groan was stifled by Warden's mouth on mine as Reg sunk deeper and deeper inside of me, filling me to the brim. I found myself fully seated on his lap, every inch of him buried in slick warmth.

  Breaking our mouths apart took great effort, and I paused to run my tongue over my lower lip before speaking. My voice was cracking enough as is.

  "Open your fucking pants up," I whispered as Shane cursed colorfully in the front seat and Reg ran both palms up either side of my body, worshipping my curves. When he came to my breasts, he paused and squeezed them in two tight handfuls.

  "Yes, ma'am," Warden growled, standing up and moving around the seat so that his ass was pressed up against it, putting the long hard length of his dick pretty close to my face again. This time, I spit in my palm—totally classy move, I know, but nobody likes a dry hand job—and wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, sliding the lubrication down his long length. "I love you being so dominant, Smokey."

  "Of course you do … when it involves you getting a hand job or blow job," I murmured, giving the base of his shaft a hardy squeeze. The softness of his skin felt good against my palm as I worked him with long, lazy strokes at the same time I started rolling my hips against Reg's dick.

  "Ah, Sugar Tits, you're the best fucking wife ever," he moaned, yanking the top of my bandage dress down and taking my fancy bra with it. The pale round shapes of my breasts spilled out, my pink nipples already peaked and hard. Reg pinched them between his fingers and rolled them, drawing a groan from my mouth that feathered against the tip of Warden's dick and in turn, made him moan.

  "Fuck a tit," he murmured as I flicked out my tongue and tasted the bit of pre-ejac on his tip. I worked my way up his dick, released him, and then grabbed the base again. Over and over, just upward strokes and no down. "What the hell are you doing and why does it feel so damn good?!"

  "This is either called the elevator or the escalator," I murmured, my cheeks flushed as Reg's cock teased my insides, buried so deep that I could feel this warmth gathering in my belly, a hot sharp pleasure that promised I might just be lucky enough to have a vaginal only orgasm. Fuck yes. Getting an orgasm without clitoral stimulation was as unlikely for me as spotting a Tasmanian tiger. Just an FYI—they've been rumored to be extinct since the thirties when the last one in captivity died sooooo …

  "Well, shit on a saucer, I could give a fuck less what it's called," Warden moaned, running the fingers of both his hands through his hair, ruffling up the red and black strands as he dropped his head back in ecstasy. "Don't fucking stop."

  "Not a chance in hell," I murmured, rolling my hips against Reg, that tight coil of pleasure in my tummy building up at a rapid enough rate that I thought I might come before either of my husbands.

  "This is a bloody brilliant show," Dustin growled and even though I couldn't actually see what he was doing on the other side of the seat, I was almost one hundred percent positive that he was stroking himself. George, using that supernatural prowess of his, was also hard again, his fingers wrapped around his own cock.

  "This is such bullshit!" Billy snarled, climbing out of the front passenger seat and making his way toward us. He didn't bother to stop at the center seat either, crawling over it to sit right next to Reg and me. "Give me my goddamn wife, Reg."

  "Screw off," the water elemental snapped back at him.

  “Boys,” I soothed, loving this moment so much that my lips curved into a smirk just dripping with feminine satisfaction. “There’s plenty to go around—behave.”

  “I’m not much for obedience,” Billy growled, his eyes glowing like there were live embers in them, his charcoal hair disheveled from the long plane ride. His face was scruffy with stubble and in that loose, long black tank and jeans, he had the bad boy look down pat. Holy shit, I was a lucky girl.

  “Well, you’ll have to wait your turn,” I purred back at him, flicking my eyes back up to Warden’s hazel ones, all those pretty gold flecks in his irises catching the stray shafts of sunlight from outside. “I don’t think either Warden or Reg is ready to give up their spots.”

  “Hell no,” Warden said with a lazy smirk, beads of pre-cum pooling on the head of his dick and adding extra lube to the hand job. With my other hand, I massaged Warden’s balls, rolling them between my fingers as I worked my hips against Reg and he serviced my breasts. “Let me come on them,” Warden whispered after I’d whipped him into a near frenzy, his hips thrusting toward my hands.

  “On … seriously?!” I asked, glancing down at my bare breasts. “How am I supposed to clean up?”

  “I’ll clean you up with my tongue,” Warden groaned and even though I had a feeling I was going to regret this, I sighed.

  “Fine, but you better do a damn good job! I’m not showing up at my mum’s place with energy elemental cum all over my chest.”

  “Done,” Warden smirked as his balls tightened in my hands and I did my best to help with the aim. At least these men weren’t terrible with the toilet aim; there’ve been times in the past where I’ve dated one guy that made more of a mess than all six of these ones combined. “Hell to the fuck, yes,” he groaned, hands tightening on the seat back.

  With a grunt, Warden spilled hot seed all over my chest … and only some got on my dress. Great. Whatever. I’d planned on changing before
we got to Mum’s anyway.

  “You are the fucking best,” Warden murmured, carefully maneuvering in the tight space until he was on his knees in front of me. Warden’s warm hands replaced Reg’s, squeezing and massaging my breasts as he dropped his mouth to my nipples, licking and sucking the hardened points, carefully taking them between his teeth and biting down.

  “Goddess’ uterus,” I groaned and I swear, all the guys around me paused at that one. What? It was a good curse! “That feels so good.” I wrapped my arms around Warden’s head and plastered him against me, letting him lick and suck and clean up his mess.

  That hot, warm coil in my belly tightened even further and Reg groaned behind me.

  “You’re locking down, baby,” he whispered, but I didn’t stop moving. In fact, I increased my pace until he was moaning, wild and uninhibited behind me. With a near scream, I came, squeezing Reg so tight that he had no choice but to come with me. “Being a newlywed totally rocks,” he panted as Warden stood back up and sort of half-rolled, half-fell over the seat. His head … kind of ended up in Dustin’s lap.

  “Perfect,” the Irish asshole groaned. “You can suck me off while the wife is busy.”

  “Aw, I’m like, so glad I fucked you and brought you into the fold,” Warden said, sitting up and rolling his eyes dramatically. Dustin curled up the corner of his lip in an expression so smug that I actually had to use some of that spirit magic of mine to jerk his shoulder in a pseudo-punch.

  “You’re all lucky to have this fecking bastard amongst you. Apparently, I’m the only one that’s got any money.”

  “How the fuck do you get a second round while I’m stuck driving?” Shane asked, his accent thick and drawling in his frustration. Dustin just laughed as Warden went down on him and I glanced over at Billy and George.

  “I hope you’re ready for this,” I whispered huskily, sliding off of Reg and turning to straddle Billy’s lap. He hadn’t even undone his pants yet so I took a moment to wrap my arms around his neck and lean in close, sharing breaths with the wily fire elemental. “You’re awful pretty,” I admitted, batting my eyelashes and hoping I looked sexy instead of like I was having a stroke.

  “Yeah, right?” he said, with this sarcastic little lilt that totally did it for me. “And you’re not so bad yourself.”

  “Your skill with flattery is unrivaled,” I said with an eyeroll, slanting my lips to his and loving the rough scrape of stubble as our mouths met. That kiss was fire, impossibly scalding. I wondered if it was because I was literally kissing a man with fire magic … or if our attraction to one another was just that strong.

  Four husbands down, two to go, I thought as our tongues swirled together with frantic heat, and Billy reached between us to pop the button on his black jeans. His cock sprung free between us, thick and ready for me.

  “I’m ready for a clitoral orgasm this time,” I told him, our mouths still pressed together. “Think you can do that for me?”

  “Please,” Billy said, this roguish smile on his face that just drove me nuts in both a crazy and a sexy way. I lifted my hands up and scraped my fingertips over his stubble with a shudder and a sigh. “Do you even have to ask?”

  Sitting up on my knees I let Billy push my panties aside again—why the fuck was I even still wearing anyway?—and guide himself where he needed to go. With a shuddering sigh of relief from both of us, I sunk down until he was fully buried inside of me.

  “Got you a wedding present,” Billy whispered, pulling something out of his pocket. “I figured this would happen eventually so …” He handed me a tiny silver bullet vibrator and used his thumb to press down on the button. It came to life with a buzz and I grinned.

  “This is seriously the best present anyone’s ever given me,” I said with a laugh, making Billy moan as my muscles tightened naturally around him with my chuckle. Putting the vibrator between us and pressing it to my clit piercing, I began to move. Sensations swept over me, that wild frenzied joy of having a vibrator on my most sensitive part mixing with the tight feeling of fullness from my husband.

  Just as another insane orgasm was building like a tsunami after an earthquake off the coast of Alaska, the SUV screeched to an abrupt stop and I was thrown clean off Billy's lap and onto the floor of the car with someone’s balls in my face.

  "Uh," I mumbled, giving the balls a quick lick. "You're on my face." I didn't even know which of my husband’s balls they were, seeing as they all had their junk out.

  "Sorry, Smokey," Warden's voice replied as he scrambled off me and back into his seat. "Shane just slammed on the brakes like a fuckin’ loon!"

  "Yeah, what gives, Skeeter?" Reg bellowed, but our only response was the sound of Shane's door slamming as he got out and raced around to the boot of the car.

  Poking my head up to see what was going on, I noticed he'd pulled us over in a rest area alongside the highway. They were designed for people on long journeys to Rest, Revive, Survive, and usually contained a dirty block of toilets and a couple of picnic tables under trees.

  Yep, this one was no different. Trucks and cars whizzed past us on the highway but we were alone in the rest stop. Meanwhile, Shane was digging around in the luggage, looking for something and muttering under his breath.

  "Deal with him in a minute, Firebug," Billy suggested. "We were in the middle of something."

  Even through Shane's dramatic braking and my abrupt ejection off his cock, Billy was still rock-hard and ready. He hauled me up and onto his lap, slipping straight back into me.

  "Oh, fuck yeah," I moaned, ecstatic to see I'd held onto my new vibrator even through all of that, so I pressed it back down between us and quivered.

  "Billy!" Shane snapped from the trunk of the car. "Where's your bag?"

  Billy snickered, biting my shoulder a lot harder than playful before replying. "On the front seat, bro. But you'd better hurry up."

  I frowned, giving Billy a curious look, but he just grinned back at me and gripped my hips tighter. Carefully, he lifted me up and down on his dick, letting me concentrate on the silver bullet vibrating the metal of my clit piercing into another dimension. Shane's odd behavior was momentarily forgotten while I took over the pace, riding my hot as hell husband like a damn pony.

  "Bingo," Shane's voice came from closer, inside the car this time and I heard the distinctive sound of a bottle cap flicking open. "Move, Warden," he muttered, and from the corner of my eye I saw some amount of shuffling that ended with Shane's huge fucking pipe wrench parked hard against my crack.

  Slow-me was just catching up on what he'd been looking for in Billy's bag.

  Lube.

  "I got ya," Billy murmured, his breathing labored as his hands slipped from my hips to my ass cheeks and then parted them.

  "Darlin'," Shane growled, smearing cool lube over my asshole and then pressing a finger inside. "You almost made me crash this damn car, you know?"

  "Mm," I moaned. "More."

  What I had meant to say was, "well maybe you should have just damn well let me drive." But words were way beyond my reach. Words other than the wanton pleading for more dick please.

  "Yes'm," Shane politely acknowledged, pressing the head of his own lubed-up cock against my back door and pushing firmly, but gently.

  Billy and I both paused in our motions, but it didn't take long for Shane's giant dick to stretch the muscles of my ass, and he began to move. Let's be honest here, I was no blushing virgin when it came to butt stuff.

  "Firebug," Billy panted, as Shane withdrew a short way then plunged back in hard. "Use your present. Turn it up high so we can all feel it."

  Oh, I liked the way he thought. I knew there was a reason I'd married these boys.

  Doing as directed, the buzz of the little vibrator was loud enough to be heard throughout the SUV, and I could hear the distinctive sound of my other four husbands all pleasuring themselves.

  Fuck that was hot. Knowing I could get all six of my new hubbies so hot and bothered was a very specific type o
f power … one that was a bigger turn-on than anything I'd ever experienced.

  The intense vibrations rattled my clit piercing, and that, combined with the two granite-like cocks buried deep inside me, sent me flying off the cliff into my … oh hell, I didn't even know how many orgasms I was at now.

  Being a supernatural creature … rocked.

  We were parked in a rest stop, on the side of a highway, in the middle of whoop-whoop. So needless to say, I didn't hold back on my screams. Nor did Billy or Shane, as they each spurted hotly inside my two channels of love.

  See, didn't that sound so much better than calling them my water and septic pipes? I was slowly weaning myself off the plumber puns … slowly.

  No sooner had we—all seven of us—climaxed, than there was a knock on the driver’s side window. Luckily, Shane had thought to close the door when he'd crawled into the back seat with us, and the windows were a dark enough tint back here that whoever it was probably couldn't see what we were doing …

  "Oh shit," George muttered, whipping his t-shirt off and cleaning the mess of semen from his hand. "Uh, I think it's a cop."

  "What?" I exclaimed, feeling a bit hollow as Shane withdrew from my ass and I clambered off Billy. "Why do you think that?"

  "Uh …” George pointed out his window. "Because of the motorcycle with flashing blue and red lights? Unless you guys do things vastly different down here …"

  "Lord Almighty!" Shane cursed, tucking his dick back into his pants and scrambling back over to the front seat to roll down his window.

  Meanwhile, the rest of us hurried to yank our clothes back into some semblance of decency, in case the cop looked into the back at us. The last thing we needed was to be arrested for public indecency. Imagine that call to my mum!

  The cop was asking Shane for his license and all that crap, or so I assumed, seeing as we couldn't really hear more than murmuring. Staring intently at the back of Shane's head, because human cops made me nervous as all hell, I almost didn't notice when Reg accidentally smeared some cum on the carpet.