Chapter 5 Josephine
Josephine
I wake up in Nicky’s arms, with his massive cock nudging between my thighs.
Grinning, I burrow into his body, kissing his shirtless chest and savoring the quiet, blissful first breaths of Christmas morning.
“Merry Christmas, Hot Girl.”
“Merry Christmas, Papa Bear.”
He sighs contently and wraps his arms around me. The move shifts me further from whoever’s at my back—Decker, I think—and positions me in a way that forces Nicky’s pubic piercing to line up with my clit.
“Fuck,” I whimper, instinctively chasing the friction.
“I suspected you were on the naughty list last night,” he teases. Another thrust of his hips sends a burst of pleasure through my core.
“What time did you come to bed?” I whisper against his lips.
The sun has just barely started to rise, the bright light shining in around the curtains on the far side of the room.
“Late,” Nicky admits. “I tried to make Coach go to bed, but he insisted on helping.”
I scrunch my nose and grimace.
Nicky just smiles, kisses me between the brows, and instantly eases my unspoken concerns. “I set everything up the way we talked about. Decker followed my lead. It’s perfect.”
“It almost wasn’t perfect,” Decker grumbles, rolling over and scooting close enough that I can feel his cock straining behind his shorts, pressed into my ass.
I wiggle back then roll my hips forward, heat rising in every limb as I savor the sensations of being sandwiched between my men.
Merry Christmas to me.
“Ahh, come on,” Nicky bemoans. Then he grinds his hips against me, and this time I really do groan.
“What happened?” I ask, my voice breathier than expected as a delicious warmth licks up my spine. I can barely focus on anything but their closeness and the newfound pleasure lighting up every cell in my body.
“Papa Bear forgot about the milk and cookies,” Decker explains as he sweeps my hair to the side and kisses the back of my neck.
His fingertips trace down my spice and smooth over the curves of my ass before exploring between my legs.
“Don’t worry. We bonded over mouthfuls of sprinkles and room-temperature dairy before we came to bed. ”
I know he’s talking. But I can’t focus on anything but the way they’re working me over: an effortless collaboration; a harmonious team.
I’m pressed up against Nicky’s length and rubbing my clit all over his piercing, but my cunt is still empty, which Decker quickly realizes.
A fingertip circles my entrance. Then two fingers push in, just a few inches, crooking against my inner wall as I arch my back into his touch.
“Fuck, Siren,” he murmurs. “You’re so wet and warm, baby.”
“Did you—Were they—”
I can’t string together a coherent thought as Nicky drives me higher and higher, and Decker fucks his fingers in and out of my pussy.
“Shhh,” Decker soothes, pressing against my G-Spot and holding me in place against Nicky’s piercing. Together the boys ignite a blended orgasm that’s both sharp and smooth, vibrant and luminous in the way it makes me feel alive.
I whimper and writhe, coming undone around them.
“There you go. Now you can form a full sentence,” Decker teases, working his fingers out of me and pressing them to my lips. I greedily suck on his hand, then lean forward to kiss Nicky on the mouth.
“Come inside me,” I whisper against Nicky’s lips as he lines himself up fills me to the hilt.
Fuck.
Decker’s hands are magic.
But Nicky’s cock is in a league of its own.
“Hot Girl,” he groans, pressing his forehead into mine.
“She’s so tight this morning, isn’t she?” Decker murmurs. “They must have fucked her so good last night.”
I crane back and catch Decker’s lips, but quickly right myself when Nicky fucks me so hard I shift up the mattress.
Rolling to my back, I reach for Nicky, and pull him into position on top of me.
“Holy shit, Joey.” He pistons his hips with precision, filling me completely and drawing out all the way with each thrust. “You’re my favorite fucking place to be.”
I cling to him, kissing his chest, his neck, his mouth. We’re frantic as he drives into me, giving it to me hard and fast as he chases his release.
“Come for me, Nicky,” I purr, clenching around his cock as he buries himself inside my cunt and fuses our bodies together.
I milk him as he unloads, his hips rolling in time with his groans and eventual sighs.
“Fuck. Fuck…” he draws out, capturing my mouth in another kiss. “I love you,” he murmurs.
I’m about to say it back—and to reach behind me for Decker—when there’s a clatter outside our door.
“Fuck,” Nicky mutters, this time for a totally different reason.
“It’s locked,” Decker assures us two seconds before someone on the other side attempts to turn the handle.
“Is the door locked?” is probably the number one question we ask each other in this house. Especially when we’re all in bed together.
“It’s Christmas!!” one of the girls squeals from the other side.
I hear Archie shush the girls, then someone attempts the handle again. “Mom? Dad? Papa? You said we could get up at seven am, so—”
“One minute, buddy!” Nicky calls out, effectively waking up Kendrick and Kylian, too.
He slides out of me, but I cling to his neck and give him one more squeeze. “It’s Christmas morning,” I giddily remind him with a cheeky grin.
The two of us might as well be little kids too for the excitement we both feel today.
“I know, Hot Girl. It’s going to be our best one yet.” He removes my hands from his neck, kisses my forehead, then grabs a pair of festive plaid sweatpants off the floor.
“You getting up?”
I turn to see Kendrick rising from the other side of the bed.
“I’m up,” K confirms. “I’ll get the big kids if you want to grab the baby?”
I knew Kendrick would be anxious to see them today since they were all asleep when he got in last night.
“On it,” Nicky confirms. “Give me two minutes to wash up then I’ll grab Bren. Don’t let them open stockings until we’re all out there!”
Nicky moves to the bathroom, clasping Kendrick on the shoulder as he moves to my side of the bed.
“Merry Christmas, Mama.”
He bends and kisses my forehead, then peels back the covers I have pulled up to my chin. Big hands smooth over my breasts and tickle down my ribcage. He cradles my hips in his massive hands, looking at me solemnly with so much tenderness in his gaze.
“I love you. I love this family. I love every inch of skin and this gorgeous body that brings us all together.”
Tears well behind my eyes as he dips his head and kisses me four times along my c-section scar.
“We’ll hold down the fort until you’re ready to get up. Take your time.”
Then he walks out of the room as I sniff back fresh tears.