I’m fucked hard. Oh god, I can feel Jace about to come. I’m almost crying out of need as Reed repositions and thrusts into my welcoming mouth faster and faster. His words tumble out connected in one big exhale.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby. Suck me so good. Make me come.”
My nails dig into Cole’s shoulders because I can’t hold it off anymore. The tension is coiled inside me, ready to explode again.
Reed grips my jaw, thundering, “Swallow for me,” as warm cum fills my mouth. Fuck me.
He’s tensed, grunting, filling my mouth before his dick drops from my lips. But I’m panting, hitting the high mark just as Jace groans, “Oh fuck. I’m coming.”
His giant hands paw at my back, holding my frame in place as he bends over me, moaning, deep and heavy, as his cock pulses inside my ass.
It’s everything I wanted. But I still haven’t come again. I’m right there on the fucking edge.
But Cole’s dark brown eyes stare into mine, holding my orgasm in a chokehold. Making me almost forget that all I want is to come, until Jace pulls out, making me gasp and blink too rapidly.
“Shh,” Alec quiets me, swiping the cum Reed left on my lips back and forth over them. “Drink every fucking drop.”
I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. But I lick my lips, never breaking from Cole’s eyes. His jaw tenses and I know whatever is about to happen, Cole is going to make me come harder than I ever have.
The guys step back, I feel it, as Cole wraps his arms around me, flipping us over so I’m on my back. His dick still never leaves me.
His eyes rake over my body just before he glances at Alec.
“Wanna make her dirty?”
“With fucking pleasure.” Alec smirks.
Alec comes beside me, stroking his dick above my tits as Cole grasps my thighs roughly, still fucking me, only slower, until he presses my legs wide apart.
I thought he was in all the way before, but now that he’s on top, I realize there was more.
Cole’s cock is huge. And it’s relentlessly assaulting my G-spot. I feel my arms stretched above my head as Alec groans.
“These tits will look perfect covered in my cum.”
I jut my breasts forward, arching my back, giving the invitation. Me watching him this time. Alec’s eyes never leave my tits before they close, jaw tensing just before warm cum paints my chest.
That’s all it takes.
I’m falling off the cliff, screaming to any god that will hear me. Coming harder than I ever have. My back drops and arches off the couch again as Alec smears his cum over my tits.
“That’s it. Give it to me. I want it all,” Cole grits out between his teeth like he hates me.
I don’t know if I come again. All I know is I leave my body. I see fucking stars. I may even pass out. And the only thing that brings me back is Cole’s roar.
“FUCK.”
I’m jerking, body spasming as Cole’s cock pulses inside me, filling me with his cum.
I don’t know how much time has passed, only that my breath is still shallow and that Cole is softening inside of me.
My eyes finally open, seeing Jace and Reed taking turns kissing my hand, wrist, and fingertips as they whisper sweet nothings into my skin. I turn my head to the side, where Alec is now kneeling.
This is a dream. It has to be. It’s too perfect.
My fingers drag up my chest through Alec’s cum before I close my mouth around them. Tasting him.
He inhales sharply, watching me lick them clean.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Alec whispers.
Cole is still holding my thighs, not letting me move until I look at him. He bends forward, kissing the inside of my thigh where his fingertips left marks.
The kisses are gentle. Reverent.
“You did so well, baby,” he murmurs.
“You’re our perfect Christmas,” Reed croons, kissing the inside of my wrist again.
“Hey,” Jace cuts in, giving me that dimpled smirk, laying that Boston accent on me. “Never tell them I’m your favorite. Got it, cutie?”
His strong arms slide underneath me, lifting me from the couch, away from Cole. I look into Jace’s eyes and wink as I wrap my arms around him.
“Your secrets are safe with me, back door Santa.”
Reed chuckles, walking past us.
“I’ll get the shower started. We’ll clean her up.” He adds with a smirk, “And that’ll give me as long as the hot water lasts to sway her vote to me.”
The others follow. And Cole gives me that look as we stare at each other over Jace’s shoulder. It’s the one that promises consequences. And it makes me all tingly inside as Jace carries me back to the bedroom for another round.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this Christmas miracle, but thank you, Santa Claus and your dirty little elves. It’s not the kind that gives an angel its wings, but I’m already floating on a cloud.
twenty
“There are no rules once you’ve been gang-banged under the mistletoe.”
I don’t even know what time it is, but I’ve been showered, lotioned, and finally left alone to change into pajamas.
A.K.A. Cole’s T-shirt.
Not that I’m complaining.
That is, unless they want to go for round three. Because I’m pretty sure I’m going to walk funny for a while. Frankly, my vagina needs some rest. I can confidently say I’d be ordering a pussy-sling off Amazon, trying to Prime Now it to me if anyone’s cock even gets near me for like the next six to eight hours. Mmm, maybe like three hours… an hour and a half… boot and rally.
I smile as I swish my hair over my shoulder and grab the door handle before pausing and looking over at myself in the mirror.
It’s weird. I thought I’d feel different. Maybe transformed or giddy in the way when you do something wicked and don’t get caught. Or perhaps even embarrassed because of what I did tonight. After all, it wasn’t my typical Saturday night. But I don’t feel any of that. I feel normal, as in the most comfortable I’ve ever felt in my own skin kind of way. I do still have questions, though. Because now that the sex is over, does that mean we go back to being five people stuck in a house together? Like, what do we do in the off-time between making me come?
Am I supposed to walk out and sit on someone’s lap like a proper weekend luvahh?
Ugh. This shit needs a manual.
Page 5, paragraph 4: How to properly behave after you’ve attended a jizz convention.
I’m gnawing on the inside of my cheek, pondering longer than I should, but that’s me. Whatever. I’ll walk out there, and if they’re like, Hey, there’s good ole Samantha, then I’ll do the same. But, if I go out, and they’re like dirty-slut-suck-it-fuck-it, I’ll bookmark the sling and get straight to business.
“Okay. Good plan,” I whisper.
I chuckle at the same time I turn the handle. The moment it opens, any nerves I’ve started to build fade away because I can hear them laughing and talking. And there’s just something about it.
I like them. In ways I never expected.
I knew Reed was charming, but his one-liners are impressive. And he makes every conversation feel like an enemies-to-lovers movie where the characters are brimming with sexual tension and ready to rip each other’s clothes off.