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“Wow. Maybe I should stay home for Christmas more often. We never use the dining room for meals.” I shrug. “Seems like the perfect occasion to use it for something other than work or lewd acts.”
Given I just heard her come through several walls, it’s amusing she’s embarrassed I found her simply kissing. Hopefully, we’ll help her get over that embarrassment quickly, though I admit I like it when her skin starts turning to the color of her hair.
“Goddamn, J,” he says with a groan. “You know I love your meat, but this is A++.”
“What do you want to know?” “The usual. How old are you, where did you grow up, have you ever been fucked by two men at the same time before?”
“I mean, if I can’t talk about sex, I probably shouldn’t be having it. Let alone with two sexy men.”
Riley moans. “Thank you, Sir.” Oh Jesus, she called me Sir.
Jace took matters into his own hands, tying me up for the first time that night, and before I knew it, he had me calling him Daddy as he fucked me raw. I never thought I had a Daddy kink, but Jace? It fits him.
For a second, I wonder why I’ve been such a Scrooge about Christmas all these years. Because if this is what holidays are like, I could get behind celebrating more willingly.
Jace places one of his thick fingers under her chin, giving her a sly grin that could drop panties within a mile radius. “You’re already a natural, baby. But please, call me Daddy.”
Out of all the requests to come out of Jace’s mouth, asking me to call him Daddy wasn’t anything I could have dreamed of. But the way he said it, and how he looks like he’s ready to devour me—I’ll call the man whatever he wants.
While Lucas has a pretty-boy charm, ice blue eyes, and a body that screams, “I eat protein shakes for lunch and work out seven days a week,” Jace has a soft, round stomach, dark hazel eyes, and a beard that screams for you to sit on his face.
My pussy pulses at his words, and I have the intrusive thought to yell, “flash flood warning!” but thankfully, I don’t.
Oh boy. Forget the flash flood, it’s a full on tidal wave down there now.
I know these two say they’re not “together, together,” but as an outsider looking in, I’d call that horse shit.
Wow, I’m such a pervert and I had no idea.
ME
I try to imagine both men inside me and wonder if I might end up in the hospital by the end of the night. “Serious internal injury from two large cocks” is what my chart would say.
I wish I could take a picture and use this as “spank bank” material. Not that I’ve ever had one before, but now I want one just of this night.
The picture they make together is erotic. Like “Paint me like one of your French girls, Jack” erotic.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Shortcake.” “But it’s for decoration.” “Then you’re my tree,” I retort.
Fuck. I really do come up with the craziest ideas. But this is by far one of my best.
There’s a Christmas ornament in my pussy and a buzzing butt plug in my ass. Oh, and did I mention there’s one hottie eating me out while the other one sucks my face off? Best. Christmas. Ever.
Jesus, this is so dirty. If I was on Santa’s nice list before, I’m not now.
“I think I died. Did I?” “No Riley, you didn’t die.” He chuckles. “You squirted.”
“We want you to come like a waterfall, beautiful. Let’s just avoid having to pay for pretty boy’s new carpet.”
I love the way her large tits push into my chest and our stomachs seem to mold together. I’ve always preferred women who were built like me, ones I can grab on to and toss around. Ones that I can lay my full body weight on and know I’m not going to crush them.
It must be the intimacy of the moment, or maybe Riley is a magical unicorn sent to me on Christmas Eve to pull feelings from me that I’ve long buried—but I’m suddenly overwhelmed with my love for Jace.
“Do you really think it will fit?” she asks. Her voice is so goddamn cute I almost lose it again. “Oh, Shortcake,” I say. “If I can take it, so can you.”
“You take our cocks like they’re meant for you, Riley,”
We’ve been together for so long that our timing is practiced and efficient. If there’s something we’d always win first prize at, it’s group sex and satisfying our partners. And maybe making our clients millionaires, too.
“You can fall anytime you want, Shortcake. I promise we’ll catch you,” I say with conviction.
I smile to myself at his cuteness. Such a difference from the domineering man last night who called me a slut and had me deep throat cock.
I feel like a queen. A queen who was worshiped by two of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.
“Making pancakes?” he asks. “No, I was making pizza.” He lifts one of those pretty black eyebrows at me. “You’re hilarious in the mornings.” “Wrong,” I chuff. “I’m hilarious all the time.”
I pull the shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. Then I drop to my knees in front of them and say two words: “Use me.”
He’s the last person who would ever tell someone to follow their heart. Dick? Yes. Heart? Absolutely not.
He sighs tiredly. “You’re really going to make me go deep, aren’t you?” I wink. “You know I like deep.”
“My entire life, I’ve lived in Lucas’s shadow. He’s always been funnier, more charming, and got better grades. On top of that, I wasn’t straight like the world expected me to be. It was like the universe decided to pick him to have an easier life. The one thing I had that I was better at was hockey. So when I got injured sophomore year, and then Lucas got drafted, I finally accepted that the life I dreamed of since I played my first game of pee-wee just wasn’t in the cards for me.”
“I think over the years, you became my hockey. I know it sounds stupid because you can’t compare a human, especially you, to a game. And I know I tell you I love you, but admitting I love you that fucking much, with everything I have, it terrifies me.”
“You don’t have to be terrified, baby. I’m not a hockey career or someone who overshadows you. I’m a man who’s in love with you. One who has always loved you. You’re not going to lose me, Leo.”
“I know what I want.” I bring my face closer to his so our lips are a breath away. “And what is it that you want?” “To be with you. No more ‘together, not together’ shit. No more pretending that you and I are just ‘close buddies’ at the office. I want it all with you, Jace.”
“Because I can’t regret anything with Riley. Or anything that happened between the three of us. It was—” “Fucking perfect,”
“Love at first sight is a real thing, baby. I know because it’s happened to me once already.”
“I don’t want anyone else but you and her, Jace. If I didn’t know it this morning, I sure as hell knew it last night.”
“I told you once and I’ll tell you again and again until you believe me. I want it all with you, Jace.”
My cheeks heat up; it’s like she can tell just by looking at me that I had two dudes banging me on one of the holiest nights of the year.
My body turns hot at the memory of me on my knees, my hands tied behind my back, and their come dripping all over my body. I still can’t believe I asked for that. Yet, I loved every second of it. Until the very last moment.
“Dude, it’s 2023. Weirder things have happened than falling in love at first dicking.”
“You know Mom and Dad are hip with the times. They went to Seattle Pride. Sometimes I think they’re Swingers. I saw Mom with an upside down pineapple thing once and never forgot it.” “Oh my god, Stevie! Please stop talking.”
“Since when have you become a relationship guru?” “I watch a lot of Love Island after work.”
I’m sure the men staring have already been taking pictures. I make a mental note to text Lucas to let him know his publicist should be aware so they can get ahead of the stories that I’m sure will pop up in the tabloids tomorrow.
