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With impressive precision, Rory’s lips and tongue begin to lick me. All of me is sopping with wetness once again, as Rory’s tongue traces slick patterns onto my clit. It feels incredible — all of it. One chief licking me, one teasing my breasts and ass, and another thrusting inside me. I’m overcome with pleasure as all of us knit together, with the slide of skin across skin across skin.
Danny watches us, dazed, his large cock bobbing yearningly in his lap.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, because my mouth is somehow the one place where I remain untouched, though every inch of me burns tight with forbidden kisses. “Please. Kiss me.”
He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He crawls past Rory, his bare feet clambering deliberately over Rory’s thighs, and Rory’s eyes narrow to slits. “I know you want a piece of me,” Rory drawls, all cocky self-confidence. His lips brush my clit, sending pleasure cascading down my spine. In response, Finlay’s arms wrap me tighter and tighter. “You don’t have to snap my legs off to get it.”
“Piss off,” Danny mutters, his hand lightly caressing my jaw, and he crushes his mouth to mine.
It’s a kiss lined with darkness and want. I make a soft noise of need, my cunt flaring around Luke’s cock as Danny’s tongue delves into me and pleasure spirals outside my control. My toes curl, digging against the muscles of Luke’s thighs, and I moan dizzily into Danny’s mouth.
I’m falling. I’m falling so hard and so fast.
“You’re so hot,” Rory murmurs against my clit, and at first I think he’s paying me a compliment. “I’ve never felt you this hot before.” Experimentally, he slants his fingers around Luke’s cock, pressing up into my secret heat. Luke’s too far gone to notice or care that Rory’s fingers are now practically jerking him off.
“I want,” I whisper shakily against Danny’s lips, grinding myself between fingertips and cockheads, “so much.”
“I know,” Rory says soothingly, stroking me slowly and switching between his tongue and lips. “You’re such a good little saint. You deserve the whole world.”
At Rory’s words, a sob breaks past my mouth. The way Rory says it, it’s as though he can promise me it — the world on a platter, served up by him out of love. It’s overwhelming. I kiss Danny soundly, and the island descends into the slick, quiet noises of the five of us chasing bliss.
In front of me, Luke’s skin shimmers with sweat. He looks delectable, and if I were physically capable of it, I’d bend down to lick every inch of his beautiful body. But while I can’t do it, I realize then that I can request it from others, and so, in a soft, pleading voice, I whisper to Danny, “Kiss Luke.”
Danny blinks at me. “What?” he asks, as though he might have misheard.
“He’s there,” I say, and I’m not sure I’m making any sense, but I plow on. “Look at him. Full of lust. Give his mouth something to feed on.”
Danny licks his lips, so comfortably close to mine that his tongue brushes my lower lip in the process. “But… it’sLuke.”
When my hopeful expression doesn’t falter, he nods slightly and pulls away. I glance down and see the soft, questioning expression on Rory’s face. He licks such a long, deliberate stripe across my folds that I can only believe it’s some kind of a reward.
Intrigued, I watch Danny approach Luke, lowering himself to his belly, his legs colliding — and then tangling — with Rory’s. After that, the scene becomes a patchwork of images. Luke’s half-shut eyes and sweat-soaked skin. The shocking weave of Rory’s and Danny’s calves as they surround Luke’s body. The odd, calculating expression on Danny’s face, so unusual for such an open and friendly person. Even Finlay pauses behind me, planting his teeth into the ball of my shoulder, sucking softly as if to give me an undying love bite.
Danny’s fingers dip hesitantly into the small pool of sweat at the cavern of Luke’s convulsing throat, and he paints loops with the wetness, spreading the moisture across Luke’s chest and tracing down to Luke’s nipples.
Luke turns his head toward Danny, his plump lips parted. Danny lowers his mouth to Luke’s. And in the hush of the island, the two of them finally kiss.
Lust yanks at my navel, an adamant, desperate monster, as I watch the slow twine of their meeting mouths. Even Rory has stopped licking me to watch the sight — because it is a sight. Together, all three of us watch our fellow chiefs fall into each other.
There’d always been something — a frisson, a tenderness. Danny had treated Luke with kindness when the rest of the world had been anything but. They’d been quiet together, gentle, bonding over eternal games of chess and the airing of late-night secrets and fears. It makes sense, I think warmly to myself, how right this is. As he watches them, Rory draws delicate circles against my nub, as if also noticing the softening mood, the tenderness and quiet healing that scatters through the island. It’s in the way Danny’s hand slides up to Luke’s jaw, and the way Luke locks him into place. It’s in the dreamy contrast of their skin tones. Everything about their kiss is soft and loving and respectful, and my heart pulses warmly at the sight of them. Under Danny’s kiss, it’s as though Luke’s ruptured soul may be knitting together and healing.
Rory meets my gaze, eyebrows raised. He too hasn’t failed to notice the desperate throb of Luke’s cock inside me. His lips curve into an altogether too-knowing smile as my attention flickers between his gray eyes and the searingly hot kiss happening behind his head.
“Christ, I’m gonnae,” Finlay mutters sharply, his voice hitching behind me. The glide of his cock continues between my cheeks, becoming evermore insistent, as his soft pants of air warm at my neck.
It’s a signal that unleashes the world: Finlay grabs at my sides, clinging handfuls of me as if in a million years he’d never let me go. He becomes part of me, a feasting, lascivious tongue at the tender apex between neck and shoulder, his mouth a riot hungry for delectable skin. And I serve myself up. I serve myself up as his cock glides angrily up my spine, as he uses my body to get off, pawing at my breasts and my cunt, his fingers briefly battling with Rory’s to claim victory over me.
And then he shatters. Finlay convulses at my back, and behind me hot stripes of cum fire across my stretched skin from his red-hot cock. He groans painfully into the air, like release is not enough, like holding me is not enough. As his cum slicks up my naked back, he grabs fistfuls of my hair and yanks my mouth to his. In this position, it’s a clash of lips at unusual angles, but the kiss is hot and fierce, and Finlay’s muffled roar and digging fingers are enough to send me into overdrive.
