Pawliday Love

Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

MACIE

W hen I woke up the next morning, a blizzard was raging outside. The wind was howling, battering against the windows and the door of our motel room. The heater was no longer on, and cold was seeping into the room little by little and bathing over my face while the rest of me was left warm and snug between Joke and Mason.

Joke’s hard cock was pressing against my ass, and when he tightened his arms around me and gave an experimental, tiny thrust against my cheeks, my breath hitched in my throat, and a broken whimper slipped from between my lips. He hummed and pressed his lips to the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Like that, princess?” he murmured. When I nodded, he did it again. Warmth pooled in my belly, and my core clenched around nothing. I felt miserably empty. “Yeah, you like that.”

Suddenly, Mason was gripping my chin and slanting his lips across mine, taking my mouth in a dirty kiss that wreaked havoc on my nerves. I moaned, pressing against him all while I pushed my ass back more on Joke. Mason slid his hand under my shirt, and when his palm covered my breast and his fingers gave my nipples a little squeeze, I swear to fuck, I drenched my panties.

There was something about the way these men touched me, so sure and confident with their big, rough hands that just drove me so quickly to the edge. And I’d barely even been touched yet.

Joke’s fingers played along the band of my sweatpants, and I clenched my thighs together, my breathing quickening. Please, please, please ? —

“Can we take these off, princess?” Joke asked, his voice a mere rumble near my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped into Mason’s mouth. Mason grunted, and together, he and Joke worked on sliding my sweatpants down and off. Then suddenly, I was on my stomach, and Joke was behind me. The cool air of the room washed over my body, and I shivered. But when Joke gripped my hips, then slid his hands up my torso, warmth flooded me all over again.

“You want us, princess?” Joke asked as he slid his hands back down to hook his fingers inside my thong. I only managed to nod as he slowly pulled my thong down my thighs before tossing them aside to land somewhere on the mattress.

“I can’t hear nodding,” Joke said, lightly smacking my ass.

I squeaked in surprise. “Yes. Yes, I want you both,” I begged.

“Good girl— fuck , baby,” Joke growled, his breath punching from his lungs on a gasp. “Little warning?”

I turned my head to look over my shoulder, my breath stalling in my lungs at the sight of Mason’s massive frame looming behind Joke. He had one hand on Joke’s shoulder, and he was staring down at Joke’s ass, his fingers no doubt inside Joke’s body.

My breath escaped from my lungs on a rough exhale when Joke suddenly slipped his fingers between my folds. A growl sounded from his throat, and my vision went a little hazy with lust when he raised his fingers to his lips to taste me. A pathetic whine crawled up my throat, and I pushed back on him, sucking in a sharp breath when his cock slid along my slick pussy.

“Fuckin’ needy little thing, aren’t you?” Joke growled, his hands palming my ass cheeks. He yanked my hips back, and then, he was sliding inside of me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and the neediest moan slipped up my throat, echoing in the room.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Joke snarled as he leaned over me. His lips found my spine as his hands slid under me, curling around my shoulders. “Mason, get inside me. I’m not gonna last long. She’s so fucking wet .”

I knew the moment Mason slid inside of Joke because Joke grunted, and his breaths stalled before he groaned, his fingers tightening around my shoulders. “ Fuck ,” Mason snarled, echoing my exact thoughts.

All I could do was cling to the sheets beneath me as Mason fucked Joke and Joke used me. Everything was so fucking good. Almost too much. And I couldn’t get enough. Sweat clung to our bodies. I felt like I could barely breathe, and every punch of Joke’s hips knocked the breath from my lungs and ripped a breathy ughn sound from my abused throat.

I had no idea how many times I came. I didn’t know what I’d babbled. I could barely hear anything through the ringing in my ears. All I knew was that when both men had finally finished, I was a sweaty, cum-drunk mess, and I wanted cuddles.

“Hey. Macie? Princess?” I was suddenly rolled onto my back, and Mason and Joke were both looming over me, concerned expressions on their handsome faces. Joke began checking my body, and Mason cupped my cheek.

“You with us, little one?”

“Uh-huh,” I managed. My lips didn’t really want to work. I’d never been fucked so good in my life that I just lost myself in some weird headspace, only able to focus on how good it’d felt every time Joke had fucked up into me.

Mason chuckled and leaned down to kiss my jaw. “She’s good, Joke. Just all fucked out.”

Joke blew out a harsh breath, moving back up the mattress to stare down at me, his brows furrowed. “You scared me, princess.”

“Sorry,” I murmured. My eyelids drooped closed. “Sleepy. Where’s Parka?”

A moment later, Parka was placed in my arms, and Mason worked on tucking me in. Then, I was sandwiched between the two men again while the blizzard continued raging outside. But my eyelids were too heavy to keep open, and Parka was purring against my chest, lulling me to sleep.

“We’re not letting you go,” I heard Mason murmur as his rough fingertips stroked over my cheek.

A dopey, stupid smile tilted my lips. “I know,” I slurred before sleep officially took me.

It wasn’t like I wanted them to let me go anyway.