20. Sierra
20
SIERRA
J ack’s room is dimly lit by a soft night light in the shape of a snowflake, casting gentle patterns on the walls. He’s snuggled up under a blanket decorated with reindeer and snowmen, his tiny body half-buried in stuffed animals. I tuck the covers up to his chin, smoothing back his unruly hair.
“Are you excited for tomorrow?” I whisper.
Jack’s eyes are wide with anticipation, his grin infectious. “Yeah! Do you think Santa will come?”
“Oh, I’m sure of it,” I say, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “But only if you fall asleep, okay?”
“Okay,” he agrees, though his eyes are still wide and full of wonder.
I lean in, brushing my lips against his forehead one more time. “Goodnight, Jack. Sweet dreams.”
Just as I’m about to slip out, something catches my eye outside the window—a flash of red, barely visible against the dark night. I squint.
And then I see him.
Griffin, outside in the snow, wearing a bright red Santa suit and a comically oversized hat. He’s got a big sack slung over his shoulder and is making exaggerated sneaky movements as he creeps toward the window, trying to stay hidden.
“Jack, look!”
“Santa?” he murmurs, turning toward the window.
“He’s outside right now!”
“Santa!” Jack shouts suddenly, his voice ringing with pure delight. He scrambles to his knees, pointing at the window with wide eyes.
Griffin waves a gloved hand and waves. “Ho, ho, ho!” he calls, trying to deepen his voice.
Jack watches in rapt silence, his little hands pressed against the glass. “Santa!” he calls again, his voice full of hope.
Griffin stops, turning back to the window one last time. He puts a finger to his lips, signaling Jack to stay quiet. Jack nods eagerly, his excitement barely contained.
Then, with a final wave, Griffin vanishes into the snowy darkness, the red of his suit disappearing like a mirage in the night.
Jack sinks back onto his pillows, his eyes wide with disbelief and joy. “Did you see that?”
“I saw, sweetheart.”
Jack beams, his exhaustion catching up to him as he nestles back under the covers. “I can’t believe it. He’s really real…”
“Yes, he is,” I whisper, my voice barely audible as I tuck him back into bed. “Just remember no presents unless you fall asleep.”
“Right. I remember.”
I tuck Buddy under his arm.
“You and Buddy both. Goodnight, my darling.”
“Goodnight!”
He closes his eyes, his breathing slowing again as sleep starts to overtake him. I linger for a moment, watching his peaceful face before stepping out of the room.
“I love you,” he whispers.
I turn and give him a slow smile.
“I love you more, kiddo.”
I close the door behind me, leaning against it with a quiet sigh. Griffin is standing just down the hall, his Santa hat askew, snow still clinging to his shoulders.
“You pulled that off better than I expected,” I say, crossing my arms.
He grins, his eyes twinkling in that familiar, irresistible way. “Told you I could be Santa. Didn’t think I’d get caught, though.”
I laugh softly, shaking my head. “Well, you made his night.”
“His night?” Griffin murmurs, stepping closer. “What about yours?”
My heart stutters. “It’s pretty close to perfect.”
Griffin’s smile softens, and he reaches out, brushing a snowflake from my hair. “Merry Christmas, Sierra.”
We head downstairs to where the fire is roaring. Griffin and Cody are sitting on the couch.
“Oh, shit. He actually did it,” Wyatt chuckles. “Santa’s real!”
“Hey. Don’t mock me or else you’ll end up on the naughty list.”
“Me? Never.”
They all share a good-natured laugh as I join them, settling into Griffin’s arms.
“So, what now, Santa?” I ask softly. “Are we all getting lumps of coal in our stockings?”
Griffin leans in, his breath hot on my neck. "We'll see about that," he says with a smirk. I feel the heat of his body against mine, and my heart starts to race. His fingers trace soft patterns on my bare arm, sending shivers down my spine.
“You've been such a naughty girl." His words are laced with playfulness, and I can feel the heat rising within me.
"Is that so?" I tease, arching my back slightly. Griffin's laughter rumbles through him, and it sends shivers down my spine. “See I’d think the three of you are the ones who’ve been bad,” I say.
“Us?” Cody pleads.
“No. I think it’s you,” Griffin says.
“How should we punish her then? Coal?” Wyatt says, leaning forward.
Griffin's hand travels higher, cupping my breast over the fabric of my dress, sending a bolt of desire straight to my core. "Oh, I have a few ideas." His fingers inch up to the dress’ hem, lifting it up, over my ass and giving me a light spank.
I wince at the pleasurable pain, a sharp gasp falling between my lips.
“My little elves tell me you’ve been up to some mischief.” Griffin’s fingers wander up my thigh, making me shiver with anticipation.
“And your point is?” I retort, my voice a bit huskier than I expect.
“Well, if you’re on the naughty list then you need to be taught a lesson.” He winks, a glint in his eye. He pulls the dress up and over my head, so I’m wearing nothing but panties and a red lace bra.
“And what lesson would that be?” Cody asks slyly.
Griffin smirks, his eyes dangerous. “If you’re going to be naughty, you better enjoy every second of it.”
He grabs my hands together behind my back, tying them with the velvet belt of his Santa suit.
Cody and Wyatt watch with hungry eyes, their pupils dilated. Slowly, Griffin rains kisses down my neck as I arch my back, giving him better access. He stops just underneath my collarbone, teasing me.
Griffin unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor as my breasts spill free. His hands graze over them. I moan, arching into his touch, my hands straining against the velvet restraints.
Wyatt and Cody watch intently, their gazes smoldering with lust. I can feel their eyes roaming over my exposed body as Griffin teases and touches me.
Griffin's mouth finds my nipple, circling it with his tongue before drawing it between his lips to suck. Pleasure zings through me and I cry out, my hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckles darkly against my skin.
"So responsive," he murmurs. "I think you like being on the naughty list, don't you Sierra?"
"Yes," I gasp as he bites down gently. "God yes."
Keeping one hand on my breast, he slides his other down my stomach and into my lace panties. I'm already slick with arousal and he groans when he feels how wet I am.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he growls. "Is this all for us?"
"Yes," I pant. "Please Griffin..."
He rubs circles around my clit, making my thighs tremble. I'm panting and moaning shamelessly now.
"Look at you, coming undone for us," Cody says huskily. "Such a good girl taking what we give you."
Wyatt moves closer, his hand joining Griffin's on my breast. He rolls the nipple between his fingers, and I moan loudly, my head falling back.
"I think our naughty girl needs more," Wyatt suggests with a wicked grin. "What do you say, Griffin?”
Griffin hums in agreement, still stroking me maddeningly slowly. "I have just the thing in mind. Get her on her knees."
Cody and Wyatt maneuver me onto my knees in front of Griffin. He unzips his Santa pants, freeing his hard, thick cock. My mouth waters at the sight. I want to taste him so badly.
"Open," he commands and I obey instantly.
He feeds his length into my eager mouth, groaning as my lips stretch around him. I relax my throat, taking him as deep as I can. The weight and taste of him on my tongue makes me moan around his shaft.
"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible," Griffin praises, starting to thrust shallowly.
As I suck Griffin, I feel hands roaming over my back and ass. My panties are tugged down and cool air hits my heated flesh. As Wyatt presses a finger into my dripping core, I whimper around Griffin's cock.
Wyatt pumps his finger in and out, adding a second one and curling them to hit that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. Cody's hands knead my ass, spreading me open. I feel exposed and wanton, on my knees servicing Griffin while Wyatt and Cody touch me so intimately. Watching.
"Look at you, taking my cock so well while Wyatt fingers your pretty pussy," Griffin groans, fucking my mouth faster now. "Such a good girl for us."
The dirty praise spurs me on and I double my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue. I'm rewarded with a gush of precum that I eagerly lap up.
Behind me, Wyatt picks up the pace, scissoring his fingers to stretch me. Then I feel a different sensation; Cody's tongue licking a hot stripe over my other hole. I cry out around Griffin, the vibrations making him curse.
It's almost too much stimulation, being filled in every hole. My thighs are shaking and I can feel my arousal dripping down them. I'm so close already, wound tight and desperate for release.
As if sensing this, Wyatt adds a third finger, pumping them hard and fast. His thumb finds my clit and rubs tight circles. Cody pushes his tongue past the initial resistance, spearing me open as Griffin continues thrusting deep into my throat.
"Cum for us, Sierra," Griffin demands roughly. "Cum on Wyatt's fingers like a good little slut."
His filthy words are my undoing. I shatter with a muffled scream, my walls clamping down on Wyatt's fingers as I gush around them. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me, leaving me boneless and floating.
The men work me through it, gentling their touches but not stopping. Griffin pulls out of my mouth and I gasp for air. Wyatt and Cody withdraw as well and help me up on shaky legs. They lead me over to the plush rug in front of the fireplace.
Wyatt lays down and pulls me astride him. I sink onto his waiting cock with a satisfied moan. He's thick and hard inside me, stretching me deliciously.
My head lolls back and his hands grip my hips.
“Come on, be a good girl and take my cock.”
At his words, I start to ride him, rolling my hips in a figure eight.
Cody kneels behind me, drizzling lube over my back entrance. He circles the furled skin with a fingertip before slowly pushing in. I gasp at the intrusion, trying to relax and adjust to the strange new fullness.
"That's it, baby, let me in," Cody soothes, working his finger in deeper. "Gonna fill this tight little ass up so good."
Griffin appears in front of me, stroking his hard length. "Open wide, sweetheart," he coaxes.
I part my lips and he slides back into my mouth. I moan around him as Cody adds a second finger to my ass. The dual penetration is intense and erotic, stoking the fire building inside me again.
Wyatt thrusts up into my dripping core in counterpoint to Cody's fingers pumping in my rear. I'm stuffed full, impaled on their cocks and digits. It's filthy and depraved and I've never felt so desired, or so consumed by pleasure.
"Fuck, you take us so well," Griffin groans, lacing his fingers through my hair to guide my movements on his shaft. "Born to be stuffed full of cock, weren't you baby?"
I can only whimper in assent, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. Cody curves his fingers, rubbing over a spot that has me seeing stars. He chuckles darkly at my reaction.
"There it is. Knew we'd find that sweet spot. Gonna make you cum so hard on our cocks.”
Cody removes his fingers and I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my well-prepared entrance. He pushes forward slowly, his thick length gradually spreading me open. I whine around Griffin's cock at the burning stretch, my body struggling to accommodate the intrusion.
"Shh, just relax," Cody says soothingly, rubbing my lower back. "You're doing so good, taking me in this tight little virgin ass."
Wyatt reaches between our joined bodies to rub circles on my clit, distracting me from the discomfort. Between that and Griffin fucking my throat, pleasure starts to overtake the pain. Cody bottoms out with a low groan, his hips flush against my rear.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he pants. "So tight and hot around my cock."
They start to move, thrusting in tandem, cocks sliding against each other through the thin wall separating my channels. It's a deliciously dirty friction, bordering on too much.
Griffin fists my hair, fucking into my mouth with abandon.
I'm climbing rapidly towards another peak, my body wound tight and trembling. The world blurs around me, everything a mix of colors, sounds, and sensations. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once, like I’m losing control but gaining something far more precious. My muscles tighten and my back arches. I can’t hang on, and I’m coming.
My heart slams against my ribcage, each beat echoing like a drum in my ears. My breath hitches—ragged and desperate.
The heat coils tighter, low and insistent, a warmth that radiates through my veins, making me feel light-headed and reckless. My skin is hypersensitive—every brush of air, every fleeting touch a jolt that leaves me tingling. My head tips back, a gasp escaping my lips as a wave of euphoria crashes through me, deep and consuming, like being swept up in a storm with no intention of finding shelter.
It’s a wild, reckless plunge—one that sends my pulse racing and my breath faltering. My body arches, a mix of longing and surrender, caught between the thrilling rush and the dizzying release that follows. It’s fierce, intoxicating, and so unbearably sweet that I never want it to end.
Cody’s thumb traces small circles on my arm. “You okay?” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with sleep.
I nod, unable to form words. My heart is still racing.
Wyatt shifts beside me, his hand finding mine, squeezing once, a silent confirmation that this isn’t a dream. “You’re really here,” he whispers, like he’s still not sure he believes it himself.
“I’m really here,” I say back, my voice a soft rasp in the stillness. It’s true— I’m here . Not just physically, but in a way I’ve never been before. I feel more real, more me , than I have in years.
Griffin brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch sweet and tender. “Merry Christmas, Sierra,” he says, his voice rough but full of unspoken emotions.
“Merry Christmas.”
Cody leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “I hope you know what you’re getting into, darling,” he teases, though his voice carries a hint of vulnerability beneath the humor.
“I think I have a pretty good idea.”
Wyatt’s fingers stroke my hair gently, his voice is low and rough. “We’re not letting you go, you know.”
“I’m not planning on going anywhere.”
Griffin’s hand slides up my arm, and rests over my heart, his touch feels solid and grounding. “Then that’s all that matters,” he says simply, his eyes locked on mine.
The fire crackles, the only sound breaking the silence, but there’s a different kind of warmth spreading through me now, one that seeps into my bones, and my soul. I’m not just sitting on this couch with three men—I’m home .
The snow continues to fall outside, gentle and persistent, covering the world in a blanket of white. But in this room, everything is clear, bright, and achingly real.
The past doesn’t matter, not anymore. The mistakes, the regrets, the lost years—they’re all just part of the story that led us here, to this moment, to this beginning .
I close my eyes. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I snuggle deeper into their arms, my heart is full and whole for the first time in what feels like forever.