Chapter 10 #2
Henri curses softly in French, then dives against Reid’s mouth.
From this angle, I get a front row seat to just how gorgeous they are together.
Those tattooed fingers pinch Reid’s jaw before sliding down to settle over the front of his throat, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
Witnessing the two of them kiss, deep and slow, tongues dancing together, is impossibly beautiful. There’s no hurry; it’s a promise renewed, a connection strengthened, and I can’t help but feel the love exchanged as their mouths chase one another's.
With a deep groan, Henri pulls away. “Show our girl off.” He encourages, while settling back on the couch.
“She’s a very pretty present. You told me you were going to find me something at the bookstore for Christmas, and I think you found the best gift possible.
” Raising one eyebrow, he then proceeds to collect the glass of whiskey and relaxes back while lifting it to his mouth.
Oh god. He really wants us to play with each other while he watches.
There’s an imminent danger that I might not recover after this Christmas is over.
I’d never in my wildest dreams imagined this sort of game might turn me on, and yet here I am, willingly and enthusiastically prepared to agree to whatever they might suggest next.
“Would you let us see you properly, pretty girl?” As Henri swirls the glass, his rings catch in the glow of the firelight. I ever so desperately want to see what those fingers and rings look like when they’re fondling my pussy, when they’re wrapped around Reid, stroking him.
Maybe he’d like to play with both of us at the same time.
The mere wickedness of that thought sends a powerful wave of arousal racing up on me so fast and hard, I bite down on my lip. A giddy whimper crawls up my throat despite my best efforts, and I nod.
Reid makes a feral sound, the kind that resonates right through my cells, and slips his big palms around my waist to settle me on his lap properly now—repositioning my body so that my spine rests against his barrel chest. “Is this okay?” His lips seek out the slope of my neck.
Strong fingers slip lower to catch the hem of my dress.
“Y—Yes.” A shaky exhale is my best offer in reply.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you looked earlier? With his hands and mouth on you?” He continues the slow, sensual assault on the side of my throat.
Stubble rasping against my skin with each kiss he places over my fluttering pulse point.
“I damn near lost my mind earlier, trying not to maul you, trying to stick to the rules and not have my hands all over you.” He hitches my dress up, tugging the fabric, until it bunches around my waist, and then guides my arms up so he can pull it over my head.
“I promised to pretend in front of your ex. But I don’t think I can pretend I don’t want more tonight, sugar. ”
The material hits the floor with a soft thud, leaving me in only a bra and panties.
They’re not even a matching set. Purple lace covers my aching breasts.
A black cotton thong barely conceals my drenched pussy.
Yet, the way Henri feasts on the sight of me, and Reid makes a ragged noise at my back, I could be draped in haute couture and diamonds.
“I liked the game we played out there, for others to see.” With a tilt of my head, I arch my neck and open an invitation for him to do whatever the hell he wants.
“But there’s nothing pretend for me here either.
I’m here tonight because this is what I want…
with both of you.” As I say the words, my eyes slide to Henri, who licks his lips and promptly drains the last of the whiskey.
“The perfect present, indeed.” He muses. “I think I’d like to take a peek early, to see just how perfect and ready our gift is to be enjoyed.”
Goosebumps fly down my arms. My stomach caves.
Reid’s hands slide across my breasts, pausing to cup and squeeze and pluck at my nipples through the lace.
His noise of desire groans out when he discovers the dampness still there from when Henri had tormented me earlier.
“Jesus,” he mutters, breathing harder against the side of my throat while shifting his hips beneath my ass.
Then he continues, moving south, mapping the slope of my waist, until he hits the creases of my thighs. My empty core clenches; I’m practically levitating with need and desperation to know his touch for the first time.
“Please…” It’s a barely audible whisper.
I offer him the word while finally allowing myself to close my fingers around his forearms. The strength of him immediately obvious, with those corded muscles and veins of his.
Hands that I so openly stared at earlier, while slumped on the floor of the bookshop, are right there, and I think I might die if he doesn’t give me more.
Henri gave me a tantalizing preview with those slow strokes over my panties.
“Go on, cowboy. Let me see just how messy our girl is.”
He strikes. Decisive and sure of what he wants—what we all want.
Hooking the side of my panties, he pulls them roughly to one side, and I hitch in a breath.
My entire body quivers at how lewd this is, how much it’s turning me on, how entirely exposed I am compared to them both still having all their clothes on.
And yet nothing in this moment feels like I’m being used or treated with anything but special attention.
It really does feel as though these two men are both relishing the opportunity to slowly unwrap me, to savor me, and make me theirs this Christmas.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Henri murmurs, eyes locked on the place where my swollen clit is exposed. “Do you want him to stroke you, ma petite chérie?”
Releasing a slutty little moan, I’m officially panting, writhing. No better than a wanton creature ready to hump this cowboy’s leg if that will get me off.
“Words, sweet girl.” Reid kisses my neck, then moves up to suck my earlobe into his mouth. “I love hearing your words.” His tone is a rasp, low and hot against my ear.
“Yes… touch me… I want you to touch me…”
“There she is.” He sounds so pleased with me, I don’t dare focus for too long on what his praise does to my body.
Using both hands, he gently parts my pussy lips, then dips a thick middle finger through my slickness. Pushing lower, he takes his time exploring along every ruffle and swollen intimate part of me, until he reaches my entrance.
“Mmmfuckkk. You’re drenched, sweetness.”
More of those whimpers and breathy moans come out of me.
Henri shifts closer; his voice has an edge to it that wasn’t there before. “Does it feel good when he pushes inside you?”
“Oh my god.”
Reid wastes no time, doing exactly as Henri asks.
We both groan in unison as he slowly presses a thick finger into me. It’s a struggle to focus, to keep my eyes open, everything feels so overwhelming with him at my back and his arms wrapped around me like this. To have his clever hands toying with me almost leisurely is absolutely sinful.
I want him to speed up, to make me come, but at the same time, I don’t ever want him to stop.
He keeps up that steady, maddening press forward.
Easing inside me, as I no doubt drench his hand.
I’m shamefully wet; the slickness coats my inner thighs.
Yet, he doesn’t seem to have any issue with that; in fact, his mouth only works the side of my throat harder as he feels my inner walls relax and welcome him deeper.
Is he studying my reactions?
I don’t even fucking know, but a low moan climbs up the back of my throat to fill the room when he starts fucking in and out with that finger.
Reid slides inside me, filling me to the second knuckle, before pulling back out again.
At the same time, his thumb rests on my pulsing clit, applying just enough pressure to leave me seeing white spots on the corners of my vision.
This is so far beyond what I thought my body might experience. I swear to God I’ve never felt anything like the intense throbbing between my legs. Not on my own with a toy. Certainly never with a man.
“Mia…” The way Reid says my name is roughened, raw. “Please let me take care of you. Please.”
Swallowing hard, I look across at the man beside us, who’s intently watching everything we’re doing. Peeking at him from behind heavy lashes, maybe I’m looking to him for guidance because I don’t know exactly what Reid means, and right now, words fail me.
Henri wets his lips, eyes bouncing from my pussy, up to Reid. Then his lips curve wickedly. “He’s starving. For the love of God, let the man drown. He’ll want to eat your sweet little cunt for hours.”
My gasp barely leaves my lips, my walls clamp down around his finger wedged inside me. It’s enough permission, showing him with the way my body reacts that every cell in my body just screamed in agreement. Yes. Please. Lick my pussy.
The room tilts sideways. This time, my cowboy doesn’t wait.
He tumbles me onto my back against the cushions.
I barely have time to register what comes next.
Reid’s massive hands place me exactly where he wants me.
He wraps my legs around his head and dives between my thighs.
Everything spirals into a whirlwind of heat in my core when this giant man simply pins me down, splaying one searing hot palm across the swell of my lower stomach.
Then his tongue is there. Oh my god, his mouth covers me, and he kisses my pussy with a desperate groan.
“Reid—oh god—holy fuck—” My hands fly to his head. I don’t even think about whether it’s okay for me to touch him like this, but I cling tight, with fingers tugging on his hair.
He eats me out like he’s got all the time in the world.
Slow strokes, long laps of his tongue running up and down my seam, swirling around my little throbbing clit before disappearing down to my entrance. His broad shoulders force my legs wider so he can spear his tongue inside me, and I’m so close to falling apart.
“Look at how sloppy you are. Desperate to shove your tongue in her pretty little cunt.” Henri’s words cut through my daze of pleasure, of my newfound obsession with having Reid’s mouth feasting on me.
I know he’s talking to the man currently sucking on my clit, but I feel those words do something to my approaching climax. Everything magnifies in an instant.
He knows it, too.
Henri joins in now, crouching beside Reid, and his hands steal hungry touches along the sensitive spot inside my knee, wandering higher up my thigh. His rings brush against my soft flesh, and I feel it in that moment. He pushes my knee higher, holding me open, obscenely so, for Reid’s mouth.
“Look up, ma petite chérie. Do you like what you see?” I can hardly think straight, let alone see clearly, but I follow his instruction and tilt my head toward the massive window.
There’s no mistaking what is reflected back.
All I see is the three of us—Reid’s face buried in my pussy, Henri’s tattooed hands holding me wide, and me holding on for dear life.
As the wave of my orgasm races for me, hurtling into shore with the force of a hurricane, my whimpers and tiny begging noises can’t be contained.
“Mmmm. Look at how eager you are. Such a good boy taking care of our girl.”
Our girl.
That’s what finally does me in. With my head tipped to the ceiling, eyes rolling to the back of my head, I come harder than I ever have in my life. My body jerks and shudders with the powerful force of my climax. Everything goes blank.
I barely come to, still shaking, when I realize this isn’t over. There’s no stopping, only a different sensation, a different rhythm to the licking and sucking and mind-altering teasing going on between my thighs.
“Oh fuck—oh my god—” There’s a second mouth on me. As I blink through a heavy-lidded fog of pleasure, still coming back down into my body, I can’t possibly be seeing what I’m seeing.
These two men… they’re both devouring my pussy. Both roaming their tongues over me. Their broad shoulders and mouths angled as best they can fit between my legs. I’m shoved as wide as possible now, lax with pleasure.
When I take in the sight of them, they look savage and depraved with the sheen of my arousal coating their chins.
“Our girl is so goddamn sweet, hmm.” Henri swirls his tongue and softly teases my clit, testing how oversensitive I am. Keeping his eyes drilling into mine, he wraps his lips around the swollen bud and sucks down ever so gently.
Before I can overthink how they keep using that word—ours—he gives my pussy a final, reverent kiss, then lifts a hand to catch the back of Reid’s neck.
Flattening his tongue, he licks up the evidence of me off his chin before roughly tugging Reid against his lips.
He claims him with the type of punishing kiss that I can’t help but feel, even though I’m just watching them.
The sight and sounds of them biting and sucking and nipping at each other leave me gasping for air.
Even more so when Henri smirks against his lips, and purrs with satisfaction.
“Kiss me like that all night long. You’ve missed the taste of pussy haven’t you, baby?”