Chapter 2 #2
I read a poem about wild geese and not having to be good—no kneeling for forgiveness—and something loosens in my chest. I’m sitting between two men who gave me art supplies and poetry and a whole room just because I mentioned once that I used to paint.
Now I want to be on my knees for them, not in penance, but just because it feels right and that’s enough.
“I want to thank you,” I say, closing the book. My voice is steady. “For this morning. For everything.”
I slide off the couch and onto my knees between them. Leo’s hazel eyes darken while Dane’s gaze sharpens. My heart hammers. The hunger in their eyes tells me they understand what I’m offering, and they want it as much as I do.
Leo’s jaw flexes. “You don’t have to thank us, lass.”
”I know I don’t have to.” I look up at him through my lashes. “I want to.”
He glances at Dane, and a silent conversation passes between them. Dane gives a single nod.
Leo slides his hand into my hair, tilting my head back. “Good girl. Now, show us how badly you want our cocks.”
My pussy pulses, and my nipples tighten. I’m kneeling on Christmas afternoon with two men looking down at me, and my whole body is buzzing with how badly I want this.
I turn to Leo first because he’s the one with his hand in my hair.
I run my palms up his thighs, and the muscles tense under his pajama pants.
He’s already hard, his cock straining against the cotton, and when I wrap my fingers around him through the fabric, he lets out a low hiss between his teeth.
Good. I want to hear that sound again and again.
“Impatient,” he says, and his voice has gone rough, the Scottish burr thickening the way it does when he’s turned on.
“Then let me show you,” I say, tugging at the waistband of his pants. He lifts up so I can pull them down.
His cock springs free, and I wrap my hand around the thick length of him. He pulses against my palm. I stroke him once from base to tip, watching the way his abs clench, and my mouth waters.
I lean forward and lick a slow stripe up the underside, base to tip, and Leo groans, a deep, rumbly sound that I feel in my own chest. His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding but not forcing. I take the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the ridge, tasting salt and skin.
“Fuck, lass.” His hips shift off the couch. “That mouth.”
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, finding my rhythm. Leo’s big—stretching my lips, filling my mouth—and every thrust sends a thrill straight to my clit. I’m soaked already because I chose this. His control cracking while he fights to hold still? That’s my power, and it’s sexy as hell.
Dane’s fingers slide into my hair alongside Leo’s, and they both tighten their grip. I could get addicted to both their hands guiding me at the same time.
“You’re a good cocksucker,” Dane says, and his words ignite me.
I moan around Leo’s cock, and Leo swears as his cock pulses like he’s about to come. Oh no, he doesn’t. I’m not ready for that yet.
I pull off Leo and turn to Dane. His cock is out already. That long, thick cock with the head flushed dark. I wrap my hand around him, and when I stroke him, his breath catches sharply, but his eyes stay locked on mine.
I take him into my mouth, and his taste is earthier than Leo’s. I can’t take him as deep, he’s too big, but I work the base with my hand and suck the head. Dane exhales through clenched teeth. His hand comes to rest on the back of my neck, fingers curling possessively.
“Look at me,” he says.
I look up. His eyes burn into mine, his expression fierce with desire but controlled. He holds my gaze while I suck him, and his stare overpowers his cock in my mouth. Heat floods between my legs.
I’m dripping, and neither has touched my pussy. I’m such a slut, I’m seconds from coming just from giving them blowjobs.
“Switch,” Leo says, voice rough with need.
I go back to Leo and take him deep. Dane’s hand stays on my neck.
His thumb strokes the ridge of my spine.
I alternate between them and find a rhythm, Leo’s cock in my mouth while my hand works Dane.
My lips are swollen, my jaw aching in a good way.
Soft strains of “Winter Wonderland” drift from the speakers.
I lose myself in the surrender and power of kneeling for both of them as I take turns with their cocks.
“I’m close, lass,” Leo groans and rocks his hips up to meet my mouth. “Suck it faster. Make me come.”
I suck him down as deep as I can. He comes with a curse, his cock pulsing against my tongue, hot and thick and salty. I swallow and work him through it.
When I pull off, I lick the cum from my lips as pure power rushes through me.
My body buzzes when I turn to Dane and take as much of him as I can into my mouth. His hips rock upwards, and his hands move to my head as he takes control.
“That’s it,” he says, and his voice has turned to gravel as his control frays. “You’re such a good girl sucking my cock.”
A shiver rolls through me, and I moan around him, working him faster. His breathing goes ragged. I’m surprised when he twists his hand in my hair, pulling my head off his cock.
He quickly stands up, and I realize what he’s doing when he starts stroking his cock furiously right over me. I open my mouth, tip my head up, and stick my tongue out.
“You’re so beautiful when we’re using you,” he groans, and I almost don’t get my eyes closed in time as he shoots sticky strands of cum all over my face.
I can feel the wetness sliding down my cheek, and I giggle as I wipe it off with my fingers and then suck them clean. I made them both come, and pride warms my chest, like I just won a medal for the best blowjob.
“Did you like that, lass?” Leo asks, and when I glance at him, his eyes glitter with satisfaction.
I sit back on my heels, and I’m so wet I can feel it on my inner thighs. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and look at both of them while the throbbing between my legs becomes hard to ignore.
“Yep, so tasty.”
Leo pulls me up off the floor and into his lap, cradling me against his chest. “Christ, lass. You’re a gift.”
I tuck my face against his neck. I’m unsatisfied, and I press my thighs together to get some friction. It’s not enough. I want to come so badly my whole body thrums.
Dane rests his hand on my knee and slides his palm up the inside of my thigh.
My breath catches when he says, “Your turn.”
Leo shifts me off his lap and onto the couch, laying me back against the cushions. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties and pulls them down my legs in one smooth motion, tossing them to the floor. The air hits my skin, and I shiver, exposed and wet and so damn ready.
“Oh, my poor pet. Look at how needy that swollen pussy is?” Leo’s voice is a soft croon as he pushes my thighs apart and kneels between them. He holds my pussy lips open with his thumbs, and the first stroke of his tongue along my folds almost makes me levitate off the cushions.
“Ohhh, god!” I cry out as he feasts.
I grab a fistful of his hair as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it gently.
My thighs are already shaking. I was so wound up from having them both in my mouth that it’s not going to take much, and Leo seems to know it because he picks up the pace, his tongue working me in quick, tight strokes.
Within moments, his expert tongue drives me over the edge. I come fast and hard, crying out as my back arches. Leo licks me through the aftershocks of pleasure. When I’m whimpering and shaking, he presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh and sits back.
I’m still catching my breath when Dane takes his place. He kneels between my legs and hooks one of my thighs over his shoulder. I gasp when he sucks on my pussy lips. I’m oversensitive and whimper when his tongue circles my clit.
He pauses, waits, and when I don’t push him away, he starts again.
Slower this time, but relentless, his tongue tracing patterns against my clit, building pressure in a completely different way than Leo.
I flew apart with Leo, but Dane is pulling me toward a deeper, slower wave that’s building from my toes.
His fingers press against my entrance, and I moan loudly in pleasure. I can’t think straight as the delight builds. He slides two fingers inside me, curling them forward while his tongue keeps its steady rhythm on my clit, and the combination makes my vision blur.
“Dane.” His name comes out broken. “Please, I’m going to—“
He doesn’t change a thing. He continues with the same pace, pressure, and the same maddening curl of his fingers until I shatter.
This orgasm rolls through me in long waves that make my thighs tremble against his shoulders.
I hear myself crying out in a crescendo as the pleasure wracks my entire body.
Dane stays with me through all of it, his mouth gentle as I come down, his fingers easing out of me slowly. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, opposite from where Leo kissed. His lips are wet, his dark eyes heavy, and the satisfied look on his face is so fucking hot.
I’m boneless, and I can’t move my legs. What’s my name again?
Leo lifts me into his arms and settles me against his chest. Dane drops on the couch next to us and pulls my legs across his lap. Leo grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it over my bare legs. My mind is mush as I snuggle with them both.
“Merry Christmas, lass,” Leo murmurs against my hair.
My “mmm” is all I can respond with, and they both chuckle. My body is humming with a satisfied warmth that makes everything feel soft and far away.
I’m used and cared for. This is the true joy of the season.