52. 52 - Ryder
I bounce up and down in my chair. “That one’s mine!” I shout, and Enzo holds up the sock-wrapped gift gingerly.
“I wonder what this could be?” he drawls, pulling out the coal. I cackle as he throws it at me, black dust trailing everywhere. Zella yelps as she bats it away, and Maverick steadies her where she sits on his lap.
“Stop,” she protests, but she’s laughing. “You’re mean, Ryder.”
I wink at her, reaching behind me and producing a haphazardly wrapped box. “Am I, though?”
She squeals, giving me grabby hands as she looks at the box with covetous eyes. I stifle my laugh as I hand it over and she rips it apart with zero unwrapping finesse, cooing over the vibrant scarf. “I love it!”
“Of course you do.” Enzo rolls his eyes but I can see the smile tugging at his lips. “It looks like a unicorn vomited glitter on it.”
“It’s beautiful,” she protests, wrapping the neon pink and purple glitter scarf around her neck.
“It really goes with your socks,” I say smoothly, trying not to laugh, and she beams at me. The bumblebee socks stretch up to her knees, and she smooths down the lime green elf dress I bought as a joke… but that seems to have actually made its way into her day-to-day wardrobe.
“And this is for you, jolly old saint prick.” I throw another box directly at Enzo’s head, but the fucker plucks it out of the air without even raising an eyebrow.
He flips it open, and I have a moment of pure satisfaction as his eyes widen.
He pulls out the silver dagger, perfectly balancing it on the end of his finger and giving me a begrudging nod that’s practically on par with a hug.
I mean, what else do you buy a serial killer for Christmas?
Maverick watches us all, his eyes half-closed, and I toss his gift over, smirking when Zella ducks and it hits him in the face. “For you, old man.”
He gingerly unwraps it, his eyes scanning the words before he groans. “For fucks’ sake.”
“Hold it up,” I urge happily. “So everyone can see it.”
Zella twists, eyeing the text and sucking on her cheek as she flicks her eyes to the ceiling. I can see her shoulders shaking as Maverick holds up the apron.
“Daddy Mav?” he says drily. “Really?”
“I think it suits you,” Zella says seriously, and I hold in the laugh as Maverick winces.
“Thank you,” he says evenly, kissing her cheek. He whispers something in her ear, and she flushes.
“I love Christmas,” she says dreamily. When Maverick stands, cradling Zella, I frown.
“Where are you going?”
“If you want your present,” he calls back, “you’d better hurry up.”
“Well, you should’ve said,” I mutter. I jump up and follow, and Enzo loiters behind me as Maverick pulls open the door to the spare room.
My mouth goes dry.
Zella tilts her head to the side. “Who, exactly, is this present for?”
Enzo pushes past me, and I can see the glint in his eyes as he takes in the newly designed room. “Oh, I like this.”
Maverick clears his throat. “All of us?” he suggests, and Zella gives him a dubious look. She steps forward, running her hands over the padded bench.
“What’s that?” she asks, pointing at the St. Andrews cross on the wall. I smirk at Maverick, but he doesn’t blink. Holding her hips, he nudges her backwards until her back presses against the center.
“You place your hands here,” he explains, lifting her hands and pressing them against the ridges. Zella’s eyes widen, her mouth popping open in a little o of understanding.
“And your legs go here.” His knee pushes her black and yellow striped legs apart, nudging her feet into position. “You see?”
I see the way her flush spreads deliciously over her face and down into the neckline of her dress. She clears her throat. “I might need a proper demonstration.”
“Show her the bench,” Enzo suggests. He turns from the wall, and all of our eyes drop to the rope in his hands. “Or maybe a hoist?”
“The bench,” Maverick says slowly. He leads Zella over to the padded structure, but he pauses. “I think…” he plucks at the strap of her dress. “That the elf dress needs to come off, now.”
“But the bee socks can stay on,” I blurt out, and Enzo laughs.
“Kinky.”
“Have you seen them?” I hiss. She looks fucking delectable.
Zella turns. “I might need some help,” she says over her shoulder, and we all leap forward at once. Mav is closest, though, and he slips his hands under her little straps, drawing her dress down until it pools around her waist.
When she turns, I think all of our eyes widen.
“What are those?” Enzo asks, in a strangled tone.
She shimmies, and the little Christmas puddings attached to her nipples jiggle. “Tassels! I ordered them from the googirl.”
Maverick half groans, half laughs. “I’m going to confiscate your card.”
“I’ll give you mine,” I breathe in delight. “You can have all of them. All of my cards.”
Take my fucking money.
Stepping forward, I carefully peel one of the pasties away. When she pouts, I lean down and suck a reddened nipple into my mouth, groaning as her hands slide into my hair and she pushes herself into me.
I release her with a wet-sounding pop. “Fucking delicious, little thief.”
She grins down at me. “What’s next?”
Maverick takes her hand, and I step back as he coaxes her into position on the bench.
She lays her head to the side, balancing on her knees with her arms down.
Maverick runs his hands down her legs, over her socks, and straps her into position, holding her in place with thick leather straps.
At the top end, Enzo secures her hands the same way.
Her breathing rises in the small space, little gasps that make my dick hard as fucking nails.
“Beautiful,” Maverick praises. She whimpers as he runs his hand over the smooth curves of her ass. “And already wet for us. I hope you’re not attached to these panties.”
The rip of the material rings out, revealing her swollen pink pussy.
Maverick slides a finger through her folds, pushing it inside her as she arches her back with a moan. He adds another, pushing them in and out until she’s bucking against his hand.
Enzo unbuckles his belt, flipping open the button on his jeans as Zella watches him avidly. He pulls out his cock, already hard and heavy as he presses the head to her mouth. “Suck, little prey. Show them how well you take my dick like a good girl.”
I inhale as his cock disappears inside the warm haven of her mouth. He pinches her nose shut as he pushes in, until her chin brushes his balls, her mouth stretched wide to take him.
“Such a good little prey,” he praises, and her eyes squeeze shut. “Gonna fuck your throat now.”
It’s all the warning he gives her as he pulls out, thrusting in again as she gags around him, her groan reverberating against his shaft.
I step up beside Maverick, adding my fingers to the mix and rubbing her swollen clit as Maverick pumps his fingers, the wet noises filling the air as our little thief moans around Enzo’s cock.
“I think, since it’s such a special day, that a double gift is in order,” I murmur, and Maverick pulls his fingers out, spreading her cheeks wide as his hand moves to unbutton his jeans.
My hand drops down too, and I duck around the bench, leaning over to look into Zella’s eyes. She makes a muffled noise, and Enzo pauses his movements.
“You think you can take both of us?” I ask her slowly, cupping her chin. “Both Maverick and I sinking inside you, stretching that pussy and ass wide open?”
Another garbled noise comes from her throat, and Enzo picks up the pace. “That was a yes,” he translates. “In case you didn’t hear it.”
Whistling, I trace my fingers down her spine as I move back to where Maverick has his dick nestled at her opening. He rubs his head up and down her slit, tapping her ass in gentle remonstration when she pushes back against him. “Patience, Zella.”
The sound that comes from her throat is one hundred percent disgruntled female, and I grin as I step up to the plate.
Maverick sinks into her slowly, his hand settling between her shoulder blades as he holds her down.
Sliding my hand down, I gather some of the wetness from her pussy, sliding my hand up and circling her ass with my thumb.
It clenches around me when I test it, sliding my thumb inside and feeling the muscles tighten.
“Relax, princess,” I murmur. Maverick moves slowly, sliding in and out, finding a rhythm with Enzo’s movements as Zella twitches and shakes underneath us. Enzo pulls out completely, and she half moans, half sobs.
“I can’t,” she gasps. “It’s too much.”
“You were made for us,” I push my thumb in further, stretching her as she cranes her head back to look at me, her eyes heavy and languid. “Made to take us, little thief. So bend over, and take it like a good girl.”
She melts at the smallest amount of praise, and it’s fucking delicious to feel the way she relaxes around my touch. Pulling out my thumb, I push back in slowly with two fingers, adding a third as she squirms around us.
Maverick’s hands flex on the smooth globes of her ass, his fingers tightening into the skin as the tendons stand out in his neck from the urge to thrust. “Ryder.”
I shuck my jeans off, stroking my cock in my hand as I climb over him. “Watch the balls, they’re delicate,” I quip, and Mav swats my ass as I move in front of him.
“Jesus,” he mutters, as I wiggle it for good measure.
“That’s what they all say.” Balancing myself, I take a deep breath as I notch the head of my cock to the tight ring. Enzo slows his movements as I begin to push inside. “Deep breaths, little thief.”
She’s panting, her body completely lax under us as Maverick holds her steady on his cock and I push inside her, taking my time, until I bottom out.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my forehead damp with perspiration. “Feels so fucking good, princess.”
I run my hand down her spine, and she arches. Pinned beneath us, she tries to push back as she pulls her mouth away from Enzo. “More. Harder .”
Yes, ma’am.
The room fills with the obscene sound of fucking as the three of us find our rhythm, moving in and out. Zella moans, a low thrum, and Enzo curses.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says roughly. He tips Zella’s head back, and she clenches around us, her muscles fluttering around me drawing a hot prickling from the base of my spine.
Maverick starts moving faster, his hips thrusting underneath me as Enzo roars his release, pumping into Zella’s mouth. He releases her with murmured praise, and she buries her head into the bench, her nails sinking into the leather as we push harder and harder.
“Come for us, Zella,” Maverick demands, and she cries out as he twists his hips. Her muscles start to flutter, and my release hits like a fucking truck as she cries out, the sound gravelly and raw as we fill her up.
Maverick pulls out first, his release leaking from her as I follow and he grabs my shoulder to help me off the bench. When I catch my balance, he’s already unbuckling Zella, Enzo doing the same as she breathes heavily, her eyes closed.
“Best. Christmas. Ever,” she breathes.
I completely fucking agree.