Chapter 1 #3
He grasped my hip with one of his broad hands, attempting to stop my movements.
I huffed in frustration, seconds away from doing anything in my power to get him to pick up his pace.
I didn’t mind a gentle romp at times, but this was not one of those times.
I felt like I had gone to bed horny and woken up even hornier.
These pregnancy hormones were no joke. I wanted fast and hard right now, and if he was up for round two, I would gladly take the savoring approach.
With both of our barriers down, I could feel his amusement.
I realized it was his intention to tease and torture me, and I refused to take it lying down.
A slow, wicked smile curved my lips when I remembered the new tricks in my bag.
A little warm-up, an extra bit of strength while I clamped down on him, and out of curiosity, I wondered if I could use my gift of illusion to spice things up.
I could never imagine inviting another female into our bedroom, but what if I recreated myself? I imagined myself the way I was pre-pregnancy, when I was avidly running, lifting, and had a six-pack. I knew they loved me the way I was now, but they had had no complaints back then either.
I imagined the other me behind Jace as he tormented me; yes, it was torture. I used my fire and strength while picturing her gripping his shoulders, nibbling up the side of his neck toward his ear.
“What the,” Jace cursed, then let out a sound of awe. “Blake?”
“Just go with it,” I wickedly suggested.
I caught his muttered curse before he snapped.
His next thrust was harder and deeper, and I smiled in satisfaction.
I almost let my illusion slip, but I knew I had to keep him distracted.
I split my attention between enjoying the way he ignited my body and watching the other Blake trail her hands down his back, leaving kisses in her wake.
I decided to try something I had done while going down on him, letting OB, or other Blake, lightly grasp his testicles and stroke his perineum.
His muttered curses and erratic, stuttered movements made me aware of just how effective OB’s ministrations were. I made sure OB continued to lick and nibble every one of his erogenous zones, knowing exactly what drove him wild.
“Whatcha doin’ to me, honey?” he gutturally growled. “I’m not going to last long at this rate.”
Before I could get a word out, he yanked me up, so my back was flush against his chest. I barely felt the sting from how he had used my hair like a mane, thanks to how deep he felt.
I had to concentrate hard to keep all my gifts engaged, hoping to overload his senses just as he was stimulating mine.
“Shit, Blake!” he nearly incoherently hissed through clenched teeth. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!”
I couldn’t answer him because suddenly one of his hands began to tweak and tug on my nipples, while his long, lean fingers circled my clit.
None of my men had a problem finding my clit or G-spot, but something about the way Jace played with it was extra magical at times.
I didn’t know if it was years of him playing an instrument or the fact that his fingers were so lean and long, but he knew how to rub me just the right way.
He barely circled my over-sensitized bud three times before I felt the buildup deep within my core. I arched my butt further into the cradle of his hips and braced both hands against the wall in front of me. I knew that without proper support, I would fall flat on my face the moment my orgasm hit.
I gasped his name. “Jace.”
“Yeah, honey, I feel the flutters of that sweet pussy,” he husked in my ear before nipping at it. “Now cum all over my dick.”
I gasped as his movements on my clit intensified, and never before had he ever spoken dirty words to me. I had to admit, I liked it. No, scratch that, I loved it. One of my most strait-laced men could talk dirty, and I was here for it.
“Now!” he commanded once more.
And just like that, I was spiraling out of control. I lost all my inhibitions and unintentionally forgot to control the pressure of my gifts. Soon, he was cursing out. With a few more jerky movements, he spilled into me.
He was nearly breathless when he finally spoke. “Fuck, Blake, fuck. You can release just a tad.”
It took me a second to realize what he meant, and when I looked over my shoulder and saw his awed, blissed-out expression, I had to laugh. I dropped my gifts and collapsed onto my elbows, suddenly wrung out and completely drained of energy.
“Watch our babies!” he laughingly admonished, cradling my belly, then kissing the back of my neck. “The guys hinted at your abilities in the bedroom, but no one told me what you did or how fucking mind-blowing it could be.”
I laughed again, rolling onto my side, hoping he would spoon me from behind. Luckily, he picked up on my silent wishes and did. I sighed in contentment, not caring that the shower still rained down around us.
“I’m glad to hear you guys aren’t spilling all my secrets,” I teased, closing my eyes.
He kissed the back of my head while gently stroking my belly. “We know you don’t like that.”
“We should probably get up, but I don’t want to,” I languidly hummed.
“I’m just glad the hotel has an unlimited supply of hot water, it seems,” he chuckled.
Jaxson’s pouty voice called from the doorway. “I got the death grip, but no extra Blake.”
My eyes popped open in shock, and in the doorway were all of my men. I began to say, “What the fu—”
Noah cut me off. “You had your barriers down, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole hotel woke up horny. You were projecting your desire for all of us to feel.”
Jace had a pleased smile on his face as he stood up and turned off the water. “You guys can get out now.”
Jaxson pretended like he didn’t even hear him and kept talking. “I barely felt it, but someone had to take a picture of Troy and Remy cuddling.”
“I was having a really good dream before they rudely awakened me,” Lincoln hid a smile behind his lips.
“I could feel you jump me, you fucker,” Jace muttered. “I could have pushed you out.”
“But you didn’t,” Lincoln said smugly.
It took me a moment to realize what they were implying. “You tag-teamed me!” I nearly shrieked in astonishment.
“You brought in other Blake!” Jace said with a stifled laugh. “Plus, you were doing all those other things. He only gave me a small assist.”
“I want other Blake next time!” Troy whined.
“What can other Blake do?” Remy mused aloud.
My mouth gaped open when I realized they were all essentially ganging up on me. Well, all of them except Drake, my sweet, sweet man. I knew he would save me from this somewhat embarrassing situation and help me to bed, because suddenly I was exhausted.
“Drake!” I silently called out. “Get me away from these buffoons!”
Drake smiled before stepping forward and grabbing a towel. “I’m putting our girl back to bed.”
“You’re not giving us the silent treatment again, are you?” Noah pouted.
“Oh, come on,” Troy joined in. “That was hot. Think of this as research. We all want to make sure you get the best experience possible from us, in, and out of the bedroom.”
I refused to entertain them as Drake wrapped me in a towel and carried me into our bedroom. I’d have the energy to reestablish boundaries tomorrow. At that moment, I was exhausted.