Chapter 9
NINE
Let It Snow - Ratty Tabbatadze
Feeling Jack’s cock slide in while his brother is still inside me is an almost out-of-body experience. I hadn’t realized this was one of my fantasies…until now. Hands braced on my thighs, splitting me wide open, he eases in and out, allowing my body to accommodate the overwhelming intrusion. I squeeze my eyes shut through the initial sting, but the more he moves, he more it dissipates. Klaus remains still beneath me, the only tell he’s still engaged being the light tugs to my nipples and how he loves on my clit.
“Good girl, that’s it,” he husks out, biting into my shoulder. “Breathe, kitty cat. You’re doing so good.”
“It… it feels…”
“Amazing?” Jack finishes for me with a grunt.
I bob my head, panting, trying to ignore the way my arms are numbing over from my deadweight pressing them into Klaus’s body. He mustn’t care, though, because the rumble of his chest vibrates through my back as he breezily turns my head toward him and claims into my mouth.
“Is that stocking stuffed enough for you yet?”
Another nod, that’s all I can manage, opening wider for him when his tongue flicks inside.
“See? I make good on my promises, kitty.”
Yeah, he did…
“Talk me through it, boys. What’s she feeling like right now?” Nick asks gruffly, drawing my attention to where he sits.
Lounged back into the couch exactly where I left him, fisting his cock slowly.
“Tight as fuck,” Jack grits.
“And so fucking wet,” Klaus adds.
Nick bites into his bottom lip at the image his sons have drawn out for him and snaps those piercing blues my way. “You look like a goddess right now, sweet girl. So beautiful, filled to capacity, reveling in the throes of pleasure.”
“Come closer.” I reach out for him, needing his touch despite the fact there're hands all over me.
Two brothers inside of me.
Another soul-searing detonation on the horizon.
That crooked smirk hikes up one corner of his mouth, but he doesn’t move from his spot. “I’m good right here, baby girl. Very much enjoying the sight of you getting used. Don’t worry, I’ll have another turn here soon.”
“I’m close,” Jack warns suddenly. “She’s too damn tight like this.”
“Guess we’re both coming then, because I’m right behind you, brother,” Klaus groans.
So am I.
There’s no need to coax it forward or concentrate on it. It just happens. Their tempos are so starkly different, they hit all the right spots at the right times, slamming me headfirst into my orgasm faster than a raging bullet. The lack of a warning sets them off within seconds, too, and getting to really feel it only adds to the absolute ecstasy coursing through my veins.
You can feel when a man comes, period.
But when there’s two?
The throbbing is so much more intense.
“Ah, fuck,” Klaus groans, bear hugging me in place as he and his brother paint my walls brighter than a white Christmas.
I think I black out a little bit, or perhaps I’m merely too lightheaded to focus on what follows. My brain registers the boys lifting me up and undoing the lights. Jack kisses me, too, I think. And the next thing I know, I’m on the couch and he’s beneath me, his head poised on the armrest.
His deep-seated chuckle is what brings me back, thumb running along the apple of my cheek. “You all tuckered out, Little Red, or can Santa get one last taste?”
“One more.” I press my lips to his, the sweat-tipped strands of my hair falling around us like a veil. “You didn’t get me to just yourself yet.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He smiles against my lips, peppering a trail down my neck.
“Don’t get too attached to it, son. This pert little ass is mine,” Nick throws out, rubbing the swells in question.
“And Klaus?” I ask, because no one’s getting left out this time.
We’re ending this thing with a bang.
I don’t give a damn how tired I am.
“You owe me that mouth, kitty,” his voice booms as he emerges from the shadows. “So this works out perfectly. Say ‘ahhh’.”
Oh, I do. I roll my tongue out like the red-fucking-carpet, never once breaking eye contact.
The wicked glimmer of approval in his green eyes could be seen from a mile away. “Such a fucking good girl,” he groans, rubbing the pierced tip just past the point of my teeth. “So perfect.”
“Perfect for us,” Jack agrees beneath me, sliding into my pussy with ease.
And they’re perfect for me.
I wince just slightly as he fills me to the hilt, knowing damn well I’m going to ache all over when they’re finally done with me, but recover in time to brace myself for Nick. He’s the only one left. If I wasn’t seconds away from Klaus’ cock driving down my throat, I’d look back to ensure he’s still there.
“You ready for me, sweet girl?” he questions as if reading my mind, quirking the corners of my mouth.
“The look on her face says yes, Dad,” Klaus relays wickedly.
A glob of saliva.
That’s it.
That’s all he uses to push the head in, then the rest of his length.
I gasp around the mouthful muffling my cries and breathe through the initial burn. Once he’s in there, though… Fuck. It’s a different type of full. Stretched out but evenly distributed, allowing for more friction.
More depth.
“Is this what you wanted for Christmas, Noelle?” Nick asks again, delivering several slaps to my ass. “Did the masked men fantasy meet your expectations?”
Popping off Klaus’ length, I glance back at him for a split-second. “My answer remains the same. It’s so much better.”
Though better doesn’t seem like enough of a word because when we all fall apart just a few minutes later, I actually do blackout. And the last thing I remember before succumbing to the darkness is how I never woke up.
And how dream or not… this was the Best Christmas ever.