“Fuck,” Micah sharply exhales. “I’m not going to last much longer hearing those sexy little cries.”
“More,” I beg, stretched wide.
“You want all of us?” Damien questions, slowly stroking his cock. “I could fuck you all night. Again. Again, and again.”
Squirming against Jensen and Micah’s warm bodies, I moan, “I want all of you.”
“Beg,” Micah commands, buried to the hilt.
“Please,” I helplessly whine, rolling my hips. “Please, I’m begging. More. All of you.”
Micah’s fingertips dig into my thighs. “She wants more,” he breathes, plunging himself deeper with each stroke. “Let’s give it to her.”
Damien stares down at me with hunger. “So goddamn needy.” He pries open my mouth with his thumb, before guiding his cock past my lips. “Suck,” he commands, shoving himself into the back of my throat, as I gag. “Yes. Choke on daddy’s dick. Fuck.”
Gathering the loose strands of my hair, he brushes them away from my face.
“You’re so good at sucking my cock.”
As he pumps further into my mouth, all I can think of is air. I need air.
I’d give anything in the world to watch this as a bystander. Here I am, bound with Christmas lights, getting railed and gagged by my three masked men.
And even better, we all come together.
It couldn’t get any more festive than this.
CHAPTER 4
Several hours later, the blizzard intensifies, as we all snuggle together on the couch in the spacious living room. The flames dance erratically with the gusting wind from the chimney, whistling and crackling.
Resting my head on Jensen’s lap, I take in the beauty of our Christmas tree, twinkling and lighting up the dark room. Memories of my last Christmas Eve flood through my mind, and the more I fight them away, the stronger they seem to flash back.
Damien caresses my leg, bringing me back to reality. “Are you okay?” he asks.
I remain silent.
Micah scoots closer, now shoulder to shoulder with Jensen, as he gently strokes my hair. “What’s the matter?”
Jensen grips my jaw, turning my head and forcing me to look at him. “You’re never this quiet,” he points out, humorously.
A small laugh escapes me.
His eyes narrow. “Usually, we can’t get you to shut the fuck up.”
Rolling my eyes, I pull away, turning onto my side. “I’m fine,” I lie.
“You can’t lie to us, Quinn,” Damien retorts. “We see right through you.”
“It was a memory,” I reply, shaking it off. “Just a stupid memory.”
“Care to elaborate?” Jensen asks.
“She doesn’t want to share,” Micah interrupts, catching me off guard. “Let it be.”
“Yeah? She can speak for herself.”
“Get fucked.”
“Enough,” Damien orders, edginess in his tone.
Without thinking it through, I inhale a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut. “Last Christmas, I was talking to this guy.”
An eerie silence fills the space around us, until there’s a dull ringing that settles in my ears.
“Oh?” Jensen urges.
“We went on a few dates,” I begin, barely any sound to my voice. “He seemed like a really nice guy. Took me to fancy restaurants. Bought me random gifts here and there.” Briefly hesitating, I hug the blanket tighter to my chest. “Until he started calling and texting me all the time. Asking where I was and who I was with.”