Chapter 16 Tristan
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Tristan
I’ve never wanted to celebrate Christmas.
Even before my childhood house went up in flames on Christmas Eve, I’d never enjoyed it.
That house wasn’t a happy place for me. There were never any presents under the tree or candy to enjoy.
Christmas dinner would consist of my dad being too drunk to even cut the bird, and that was only if my mom hadn’t managed to burn it or undercook it.
There was no church or praying—how could there be when both of them belonged to the fucking devil?
I’d never believed in any religious shit anyway.
It’s hard to think someone up there would allow all the horrible shit to happen down here.
But now, looking at Poppy under the twinkling lights, with her cross on her thigh… I want to believe she was sent to us, a reward for enduring, a gift, to heal the broken pieces inside.
We are creating something new, making our own memories and giving me a little of the joy that others seem to experience over Christmas.
My chest swells, my heart thrashing like a wild cat, watching as Vance strips naked then strides over to Poppy.
She’s lying on the rug in front of the fireplace, flames cause patterns to dance over her skin, my fingers twitch with the ache to trace them.
Saliva soaks my mouth when she bends her knees before dropping them open to show us her core, the black latex string still in place.
Vance crawls above her body, hungrily capturing her lips and grinding his cock against her pussy.
She arches up to meet him, chest to chest as her small hands knot in his hair, and she keens like a cat, taking from him what she needs.
While their tongues duel, I strip out of my clothes, my gaze scraping over their writhing bodies.
After pressing wet, bruising kisses on her neck, chest, and tits, Vance continues his trek down her torso to her mound, her hips flexing up to urge him where she wants him.
A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest as he swipes his tongue up her slit then sucks on her clit, making her whimper, her hands moving to massage her own tits.
I’m going to come by just watching them.
Taking the latex string between his teeth, Vance slowly pulls the eggs from inside her then drops them to the rug before plundering his tongue into the hole they just vacated.
Her arms reach out toward me. “I need you both,” she pleads breathlessly.
Vance moves back up her body, stealing her ability to say more with a thrust of his hips, his cock ramming to the hilt inside her hot cunt.
“Oh god!” she cries out as he smothers her body, tugging her against him then turning their bodies onto their sides so her back and ass are directed at me.
Poppy’s leg curls around his hip, giving me the perfect view of his shaft encased in her pink lips.
“Come fuck our Angel’s ass, Tristan,” he demands between kisses, palming her ass and spreading her cheeks.
Poppy’s little gasp is the only encouragement I need. Kneeling beside her, I swipe a hand down the crease of her ass. “Have you ever been fucked here, Poppy?” I shift to bite her cheek, leaving my teeth indents on her perfect skin. My cock is straining painfully, needing to be inside her.
“No,” she grunts, rotating her hips. “I want you to claim it, Daddy.”
Fuck. Pre-cum leaks from my dick at her choice of name for me.
I suck a finger into my mouth then lower it to her asshole, pushing past the ringed muscle. “So tight.” I moan, shuddering with the need to own her, to take the gift of her ass.
I pull free, getting up to march down to my bedroom where I rip open the drawer on my dresser to grab a bottle of lube. Hurrying back to them with it in hand, I squirt the liquid onto my fingers before pushing two inside her.
“Yes, Daddy. More.” She groans, and Vance slows his pace, biting down on her shoulder while watching me.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I fuck her ass with my fingers, scissoring them, opening her up before slathering my cock in the lube. “So eager, so perfect, so ours.”
I can barely hear anything over my pounding heartbeat as Vance’s hand grasps my cock, jerking his fist up the length to smother my cock in the liquid, warming it up. After a few glorious strokes, his hand goes back to her ass, spreading her cheeks for me.
Pressed against her back, I edge the head of my cock inside her ass, stretching the opening. A hiss leaves her lips, quickly followed by a whimper of pleasure. “More.”
Vance grins at me like a wolf who got to gobble up Red Riding Hood. “Perfect fucking angel,” he growls as I inch forward until she takes me all the way inside her.
Vance and I groan out our pleasure, feeling each other cocks deep inside her, through the thin veil of skin separating us.
Flexing our hips in unison, we fuck and claim our girl together.
Sweat coats our skin, the sounds of slapping and moaning echoing around the apartment.
We fuck in tandem, rinsing pleasure from our good girl until she’s quivering.
Vance slides from her pussy, shifting over our joined bodies until he settles behind me, dragging his teeth across my shoulder, “I want your ass, while you take hers, Tris, be a good boy.” His words wash over me, bringing a new need within me.
Angling his hips, he pushes into my ass, using the juices from Poppy’s pussy, slathering his cock to ease the entry.
“Fuck, Vance.” My chest hums with contentment.
Grinding his hips, he fucks me slow in a torturous rhythm, controlling the pace at which I fuck Poppy.
We’re all limbs, teeth, tongues, pure rapture unfurls up my spine, bleeding through every pore until my balls draw up, and my cock pulses, filling Poppy’s ass up while Vance spills his load inside me. Perfection.
Sitting at my desk a couple of days later, frustration tugs at my brow as I listen to Randal, my lawyer, rattle on about it being Christmas Eve, so we can’t buy property on short notice.
“I don’t care what it takes. I’ll buy the whole damn building if need be. Just give them whatever they want for it, and make sure I can get rid of any tenant straight away.”
“Which one pissed you off?” At his loud exhale, I briefly pull the phone away from my ear. Why does he have to ask questions?
“He lives in apartment 4-C. I want it done.” My hand tightens around the phone.
“Okay, okay. It’s your money”
Fucking right it is. And it’s about time I use some of the wealth I’ve made.
A mug is placed in front of me before Vance sits his ass on the lip of my desk, raising his own mug to his lips while watching me over the rim. “That’s Josh’s apartment,” he muses, and I smirk.
“Was.”
I’m transfixed by the way his muscles tense when he chuckles.
Vance has been my best friend for years.
Fuck, who am I kidding? He’s been more than that.
We’d fucked each other in the heat of the moment, always sharing, but looking at him now—hair mussed from sleep, miles of sexy skin pulled taut over hills of muscle—I realize how much I’ve always desired him, admired him.
How much I need him in my life, rely on him. Fuck, I love him.
The happiness inside me is overwhelming me. Getting to have him in my bed at night with Poppy is something I didn’t even realize I needed. We’ve crossed into new territory together, and I never want to retreat.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, placing his mug next to mine. Does he feel that way too?
“You,” I answer honestly. “Us.” I correct.
“How so?” He crosses his arms over his chest, and I can’t ignore the tendons that bulge, wanting to lick them.
With a sprinkling of nerves littering my skin, I shift in my seat, looking out the window as rain taps against the glass. “Just how with Poppy things feel different.”
“They do,” he agrees, and I turn to face him again. A spear of warmth hits me right in the chest at the way he gazes at me, like he really wants this too. His arms drop, then the backs of his fingers brush down my cheek. “I like how it feels.” Swirling in my gut is a new sensation for me.
“I do too.” I nod, my mouth curving at the corners as I grasp the hand on my cheek and kiss his knuckles.
Leaning over me, he captures my lips for a brief kiss. “Good, because it’s not changing.”