Chapter 12
Twelve
Christmas
Kendall
Waking up on Christmas morning always held magic for me, but being sandwiched between Grant and Dalton brought another helping of it.
I laid there listening to the sound of them breathing, trying to fall back asleep, but I was too excited.
A few weeks ago, I’d been ready to forget the holidays altogether.
Starting a relationship with two men who were willing to pick me up at my worst brought a sense of renewal into my life.
I could conquer anything with the two of them by my sides.
We could make our relationship work forever if we wanted it.
Tossing and turning for a while longer, I finally shook their shoulders, eager to get on with the day.
“Daddies! Wake up!” Grant pulled me closer to him and shushed me. “But it’s Christmas!” I trailed a line of kisses along his arm. “We can’t spend all day in bed.”
“It’s six in the morning,” Dalton grumbled over my shoulder.
“We have the rest of the year to sleep in,” I protested. “Let’s go see if Santa left you anything.”
“Silly little prancer.” Dalton propped up on an elbow and kissed my cheek. “Give me a moment, darling. I’ll make us coffee.”
“I have a better plan than just coffee.” Grant kissed my neck. “There’s plenty of room here for other things.”
“Not on Christmas!” I protested, but Grant’s kisses were turning me on.
“Well, maybe on Christmas.” My resolve slipped away as he licked down my neck and lifted my holiday cami over my head so he could have access to my breasts.
Grant took the right one in his hand, flicking his tongue across my pebbled nipple. “You’re getting me all hot, Sir.”
“It was my plan, darling.” Grant shifted our bodies so he was straddling me.
Dancing my cute pajama bottoms down to my feet and off, he returned to my hips, rubbing them lightly.
His hand skimmed across the silky fabric of my panties, teasing as he tapped along my mound and further, igniting dozens of nerves.
“Ugh! You’re right there,” I protested, slapping my hands on either side of my body, frustrated by his refusal to give me what I wanted, when I wanted it.
“Do you need something to fill your mouth, prancer?” Dalton grazed my cheek with his finger and his tone suggested something naughty.
“Why yes, Daddy. I’d love a cinnamon roll right about now.” I giggled, but his blue eyes darkened and I choked on my laughter. “Unless you can think of something better,” I offered sweetly.
He pinched my chin in between his pointer and middle fingers, tilting it upward. Damn. He was so freaking hot at this distance. It should be a sin to look that good upon waking up.
Grant mouthed the fabric over my tiny pleasure nub, distracting me. “What do you think, Sir? Should I grant our girl a release or make her beg for it?”
“It’s going to be hard for her to beg while she’s sucking on my cock,” Dalton replied. “But I’m okay with either option.”
I was so done for, but in the best way possible. I loved hearing the two of them discuss their plans.
“I’ll behave today,” I promised. “I’ll be extra good.”
“Mmhm.” Dalton kissed me possessively while Grant continued stroking my clit through my panties. I wanted to feel either his mouth against my skin or his fingers, but it was hard to focus with Dalton kissing me like I was the air he needed to breathe. He broke away first and released my chin.
“Dalton said we both made the nice list this year, sweet girl.” Grant removed my panties as he spoke. “You’ve already succeeded.”
“I’ll still be good so I can get on it next year.
” If I was thinking about long term, then there was no reason to believe that I’d end our relationship in haste, not that either of them would allow it.
I scooted slightly on the bed angling my hips hoping to entice Grant enough to hurry.
Instead, he slapped his palm against my mound, catching my pussy lips with his fingers. “Oh!”
“Do you like that?”
Writhing against the mattress, I wanted him to do it again. It was an unusual mix of pleasure and pain, as if he had taken a page out of Dalton’s book.
“Yes, do it again,” I purred.
“That sounded an awful lot like a demand.” Dalton tsked.
“I was thinking the same thing, Sir.” Grant yanked his shirt off before climbing on top of me. “How do you ask for what you want, Kendall?”
Licking my lips, I waggled my eyebrows at him as if I had any sort of upper hand, but I definitely did not. Begging wasn’t fun unless one of them forced me to do it. “Hm. Drinking your spiked eggnog last night seems to have made me forget how.”
“Is that so?” He made a show of slipping his navy lounge pants off.
I drooled as I watched, wiping it away with the back of my hand.
His boxers came next and he cast a coy smile at Dalton.
Returning his focus to me, Grant took both of my hands in one of his and pinned them over my head.
He winked seductively then licked a long line down my throat to my collarbone. “Beg.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” I sassed playfully. “Just can’t remember.”
“Such a naughty little thing, even when she’s getting everything she wants.” Dalton matched my energy, sounding more amused than annoyed.
Turning my head slightly, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him as he followed suit, removing his navy tank top and black boxer briefs.
He was hard already, and he plucked the bottle of lube from the nightstand before bridging the distance between us.
Oh. My pussy was dripping wet since the moment Grant started teasing me.
Dalton could either take me from behind or Grant.
Either of those options would be hot as hell.
Looking up at Grant, I batted my eyelashes innocently. “Please fuck me, Daddy?”
“You can do better than that, Kendall.”
“Please, please fuck my dripping wet kitty while our Daddy fucks you?”
Grant kissed me, claiming my tongue with his and I had no leverage with his strength keeping me in place. He pulled away first. “Dalton—”
Dalton slapped either side of Grant’s ass hard. “Title.”
“Fuck.” Grant blew out a breath. He was so hot when he became flustered. I loved how he handled me but watching Dalton remind him of our dynamic made me hotter. “Well, what do you suppose we do then, Daddy?”
Ooh. This was getting good. His question was serious, but the tone was miles away from sincere.
I also couldn’t recall him calling Dalton ‘Daddy’ before.
All my pleasure centers lit up while the two of them went back and forth.
Dalton slid his hand into Grant’s hair flush against his scalp, tugging until he groaned.
“Tone.” Dalton nearly growled, making the moment even hotter.
“I apologize, Sir.”
Dalton nipped his neck once before releasing the hold. “Add another heap of respect to your words, Santa, and I’ll let you choose.”
“Our girl seems desperate to be fucked, Sir. It is Christmas morning and she has been very very good. I would know,” Grant stated in the sappiest tone I’d ever heard from him.
Something mischievous must have shown in my eyes because Dalton shot me a look. “I was about to agree but your brat looks like she wants to make an appearance. Care to share, babygirl?”
Oh, holy hell. I wanted Dalton to call me babygirl forever and always. “No, Daddy. I’m feeling downright tame.”
Both of them laughed at my declaration, breaking through any tension hanging in the air.
“You won’t be for long,” Dalton remarked.
“I believe you, Sir.” He was right, because everything the two of them did turned me into a wild, wanton girl desperate for more.
“Put your arms underneath Kendall’s head and bend her knees,” Dalton directed.
Grant did as instructed, and I assisted him in getting into the position Dalton requested.
Grant slid himself inside of me with ease, filling me.
My legs might have fallen if Dalton hadn’t braced my feet against his body.
He stroked his cock, lubing himself up while Grant pumped in and out of me.
All three of us were touching in the most intimate ways possible. Suddenly, Grant stilled.
“Relax, lumbersnack.” Dalton tussled Grant’s hair. “It’s going to feel so good when we’re in rhythm.”
“Oh god, Sir.” Grant blew out several breaths as I imagined Dalton inserting his cock deep inside of our boyfriend.
I wasn’t sure how many times they had sex, but seeing it in person, the way they touched either other while still being with me, was incredible.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. As Dalton predicted, once the two of them were moving in sync rather than against each other, all the tension eased.
Nothing but the sounds of our collective pleasure along with our bodies hitting the perfect cadence, completely in tune with each other, filled the room.
“I’m going to come…” I closed my eyes but Grant took my hand. Curiosity overtook me and I blinked my eyes open, wondering what he had in mind.
“Play with your clit.”
I dared not argue with him while I was close to my peak. I put my fingers where he directed without any push back. He was going to make this orgasm more powerful than what I’d already experienced. “I’m so close, Sir.”
“Keep going.”