17. Epilogue
Betsy
I pour tiny marshmallows and a few different sprinkle toppings into little bowls with serving spoons and add them to the tray with the mugs of cocoa, a plate of cookies, and spray cream.
The small serving utensils remind me that we’ll be stocking small baby items in the cabinets soon. Surprise pregnancies are scary for a lot of women, but the peace this baby brought to the three of us, gives me certainty that we’ll be fine.
And I have my girlfriends to fall back on for support. The auction might be magical after all.
“Need help with the cocoa?” Rocky calls from the living room.
“On my way.” I grab the tray but stop in my tracks as I take in the beautiful setting they’ve created.
The fireplace crackles and pops, casting a cozy glow across the room. They’ve spread plush blankets across the floor and added what looks like every pillow from upstairs.
The Christmas tree towers over the scene, white lights twinkling through the branches—the only other source of light since they turned off the overhead lights. The silver-and-gold-themed ornaments catch and reflect the firelight.
“This is perfect,” I whisper, allowing Rocky to take the cocoa tray.
Bull wraps his arms around my waist from behind, his hands holding mine protectively over my stomach. His chest rumbles against my back as he speaks. “You’ve always had a knack for making things special. It’s time we return the favor.”
I lean into him, soaking in his warmth. “Thank you.”
“And we’re just getting started.” Rocky steps in front of me, and gathers my pajama top. We cleaned up and put comfy clothes on when we got home from the coffee kiosk. “We should have told you not to bother with clothes.”
While he strips my top, Bulls removes my pajama shorts. The way they look at me makes my skin tingle.
“Turn,” Bull commands, his voice husky.
I rotate slowly, heat rising from one set of cheeks to the other as they drink in every curve, every inch of exposed skin.
“Perfect,” Rocky breathes. “Every part of you.”
“And mostly, your heart.” Bull’s fingers trace down my spine. “We’ve been fools, fighting this for so long.”
A metallic clink catches my attention—not sleigh bells. My eyes dart to Rocky as he reaches beneath one of the throw pillows on the couch and keeps the item he retrieves out of sight.
He takes my wrists. Cold metal and fur draw my attention as he binds me with handcuffs.
“You said you wanted handcuffs.” Rocky has a wicked grin.
Bull grabs something else from under the cushion—black satin. A blindfold. He positions it over my eyes, tenderly tying it behind my head. “I said I’d be the fantasy man you deserve.”
I’m guided gently onto the soft blankets. My heart races as I try to anticipate their next move. My trust is fully in them as I’m laid down.
Rocky’s hands, firm and confident, lift my arms above my head. Meanwhile, Bull’s strong grip spreads my legs, his body settling between them. The warmth of his breath tickles my inner thighs, sending a wave of anticipation through me.
There’s nothing I love more than being at their mercy. Didn’t I say something to that effect when I was teasing them at the sex club? I want someone who will take total control.
The sudden hiss of an aerosol can makes me flinch. A cool, foamy substance lands on my belly and is promptly licked off as the scent of sweet cream fills the air. Spray cream.
Bull sprays me again—this time my collarbone. It tickles.
“She’s already wiggling,” Rocky says, his voice laced with amusement.
Bull chuckles, his hands tracing patterns in the whipped cream he sprays on my chest. “Wait till she feels what’s next.”
Rocky leans in, his breath hot on my skin. His mouth closes over one breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple, licking off the cream. I gasp, arching my back as a jolt of pleasure shoots through me.
“Even sweeter than I imagined,” Rocky murmurs, moving to the other breast.
Bull’s hands caress up and down my thighs. “Look at this Christmas feast.”
Rocky hums in agreement, his mouth still busy with my breasts.
The impossibility of knowing where they’ll touch next leaves my skin practically on fire.
Bull drags his finger through my wetness, a slow, deliberate tease that makes my hips buck. The slurp explains why he takes his finger away, leaving me wanting even more.
“I’ve gotta get undressed, make sure this slut’s greedy little pussy is ready for me to stuff it full of cock.”
His words are crude, degrading, and they take my breath away as he plays out the fantasies I asked for. A surge of heat rushes through me, pooling in my core and between my spread legs.
Rocky shifts, pinning my cuffed hands between his knees. He leans down, planting soft kisses on my forehead, trailing them down my neck. Each touch of his lips sends a spark of electricity through me. He takes his time moving lower, kissing each breast reverently.
I arch into him, desperate for more. He chuckles and moves onto my belly.
When he finally reaches my sex, he doesn’t hold back. He devours me, his tongue lapping up my wetness and flicking my clit.
The sensation is overwhelming, pushing me to the edge almost instantly. I buck against his face.
The room fills with the sound of my ragged breaths and the wet, sloppy noises Rocky makes no attempt to quiet as he eats me out. It’s filthy and raw, and I love every second.
Not being able to see heightens the sounds, the heat of his body over mine, and his masculine scent.
An orgasm coils tightly, threatening to snap. I want to savor every sensation, but I can’t. I tremble under the assault of his tongue, the gentle brush of his clothes over my hardened nipples, and I splinter like never before.
I see stars. I hear angels.
What the heck? He’s gone. “Wait! Don’t stop.”
His casual voice surprises me. “Sorry Bull, might have gotten her a little more than ready .”
Bull’s hard cock prods at my entrance. “You want more of his mouth, or do you want me to fuck your tight hole?”
I writhe, my body aching with need. “Please, Bull. I need your cock. Please fuck me.”
He groans. “I like it when you beg, little girl.” His tone shifts. “Sorry, brother.”
Rocky chuckles, not a hint of worry in his voice. “Hold on a second. Don’t move your hands, Betsy.”
I wiggle my fingers. “And if I do?”
Bull chastises me. “Only good girls get fucked. Do what he says.”
Every cell in my body vibrates. I’ll be a very good girl. I nod, my hands clenching the blanket above my head. Rocky shifts and seems to stand. The soft sounds of fabric being moved and dropped onto the floor clue me in to Rocky undressing.
Finally, he returns to his position above my head, his cock hot and hard as he wraps my cuffed hands around it. “Let’s see how talented this whore is.”
I’m guessing… very since all I have to do is surrender.
The head of Bull’s cock, thick and hard, presses against me. I whimper, my body tensing as he pushes forward, stretching me, filling me.
He sinks inside, inch by agonizing inch, as he allows me to get used to him.
Rocky helps me slide my hands up and down his cock, pre-cum slicking the motion. At least I have a blindfold on to protect my eyes for when he releases. I’m aware of how much he tends to unload.
“I wish I could put more babies in you right now, Betsy,” Bull says.
“I do too.” What am I saying? One at a time is plenty.
He slides his cock out and back in, slowly at first, but picks up speed as it’s clear I’m enjoying it.
They claim me. They own me. They’re the best Christmas present ever.
I gasp, my body arching as Bull pounds into me. He’s so big, it’s almost too much. Almost. But the pleasure, the sheer ecstasy of being stretched to my limits, overshadows any discomfort.
I moan, my hands tightening around Rocky’s cock as Bull thrusts harder and lowers his body onto mine. The contact, the warmth, the kisses… I lose control and give in to yet another orgasm.
Bull’s next, then Rocky, as they fill me and cover me with white sticky stuff I just might like even more than spray cream.
I think we can all agree that this should be our first holiday tradition as a throuple.
And we live happily ever after!