Chapter 12 #2
Two masculine noises of desperation fill the room. Surrounded by the sound of slick flesh against flesh, the slap of Henri’s thrusts, and my sloppy moans around Reid’s dick, we all start to tumble headlong into what is going to be one hell of a joint release.
“You’re sucking me in, ma petite chérie. This greedy cunt tries to keep me there.” Henri grits out.
I’m a mess. Drool coats my chin, and my climax bears down on me. Henri snakes a hand around to find my swollen clit, and it only takes a couple of firm circles of his finger over that bud.
The wave crashes over me.
“That’s it. Just like that. Ffffuck. J'vais venir.” His cock swells, and he slams home. More curses in French echo around us.
Henri buries so deep, so perfectly. His hot cum spurts forward, painting my inner walls, and I feel every throbbing pulse. At the same time as I clamp down around him over and over, Reid loses it.
“Oh god. Oh fuck, Mia. Can you swallow me, baby?” A raw noise, a breathless gasp, is followed by his strong hands seeking out my hair.
Holding the sides of my head steady, he drives up, hips chasing after the swirl of my tongue, the suction of my lips, the feeling of my throat closing around his tip that must be his final tipping point.
I’m boneless, his to simply use as he comes in my mouth. It’s heaven. A floaty, dizzying feeling of pleasure. With a shudder, he spills his salty, tangy release, and I swallow every drop down.
Am I able to feel my limbs?
I just want to curl up, surrounded by them. To feel safely wrapped in their strong arms as they make out in a post-sex haze above me. I love watching them kiss.
“You’re cute after you come.” Henri does that thing where he pulls my body with him as he heaves himself onto the pillows. Dragging me so that my spine rests against his front, and I get to stroke Reid’s broad chest. “Our girl also likes to watch, hmm?”
Christ. I did not mean to say that out loud.
What else did I say while they were busy ruining me for sex forever? Absolutely nothing is ever going to compare to what we just did. Of that, I’m certain.
Henri indulges my not-so-secret wish. Squashing me in the most gorgeous, muscle-bound sandwich between them, as he leans forward to slide his tongue against Reid’s. It’s a little bit sloppy, and a whole lot of sexy.
When he pulls back, I’m just so awash with bliss, my limbs heavy with pleasure, I allow myself to simply sink into his hold.
“Damn, you have no idea how hot the two of you are together. Mia, you’d look like a fucking queen riding him…” Henri’s mustache brushes the shell of my ear. “Wouldn’t she look so good taking that tight ass of yours?” At first, I don’t understand his meaning, then it slowly sinks in.
Reid blushes a little. His Adam’s apple dips.
“Oh…” I can’t help the way my lips part. “I’m assuming you don’t mean ride as in cowgirl style.” My fingers walk up to the place where his pulse drums in the side of his throat.
Henri is ruthless in this sort of state, relaxed and languid with a voice like velvet. “Don’t get me wrong, he’d probably die a happy man if he got to have you in his lap, swallowing his cock, watching these perfect tits bounce all day and all night long.”
“You’re trouble.” I let out a tiny laugh. He can’t be serious. This is just him fooling around after having a good time… right?
“Our boy here loves to give, but he’s also a total slut for receiving.”
The look on Reid’s face tells me the truth. His eyes search mine quietly, as if he’s trying to reach inside my mind and whisper the real question. Could I trust you to be what I need?
“I’ve never done anything like that before… I don’t know if I’d be good enough.” Aside from the fact that I’m immediately suspicious as to whether these men have somehow discovered the pornographic contents of my Christmas present hidden in my luggage, I can’t help but feel the twinge of curiosity.
Behind me, the mattress rolls, and I’m being manhandled into a new position, rolled over, as if they both need time to cuddle me. A ridiculous notion, which I need to evict from my mind immediately. Reid tugs me against his chest with a heavy palm.
“Have you read about it in your books?” Henri props his head up on one tattooed hand, drags a finger over the swell of my breast, and lightly plucks at my nipple.
“Be gentle,” Reid murmurs from behind me.
“From the way you’re squirming, I’m going to assume that’s a yes to the books question.” His eyes flare, focus drifting between my breasts, and the cowboy holding me tight.
“Did you get yourself off thinking about fucking a guy?”
My mouth drops open, closes, then opens again.
“Ohh… the fun we could have this Christmas. Joyeux Noel indeed.” He smirks.
“How do you get me to admit things like this? It’s sorcery.”
“Consider me an excellent judge of character. I’m nothing but good at team sports.” His chuckle is so confident and alluring.
“When I’ve read a scene like that… it sounds really hot,” I admit. Turns out, I’m nothing but honest when presented with sex talk among these two men.
He narrows his gaze on me, something seductive and magnetic in that expression. So much so, I’m stunned into silence, watching as he takes my fingers and sucks two of them into his hot, wet mouth.
Henri guides my hand down to my swollen, slippery clit. And I simply allow him, without hesitation or questioning, because I know he’ll only make me feel good.
Holy hell, do I enjoy how he makes me feel good.
“Did you touch yourself just like this, imagining all the ways you could have a big man trembling for you?”
Reid lets out a fuck and a groan, followed by his head thumping against the pillow.
“Sounds like our cowboy might have just told you what’s at the top of his Christmas wishlist this year.
” Henri guides me to rub gentle circles, our fingers intertwined.
His tattooed knuckles and silver rings cover my fingertips as he encourages me to touch myself, to play with my pussy, so we can both watch.
“Has he been a good boy?” I whimper. My vision goes a little hazy. “Outside the bookstore… he told me he hadn’t exactly been a Boy Scout this year.”
“Did he now?” Henri leans forward and swirls his tongue over my nipple, roaming that mustache across the sensitive spot. Then moves up to kiss me, slow and unhurried, as he keeps up that same motion, stroking my pussy.
When he draws back, a satisfied noise comes out of him, noticing the way my eyes struggle to stay open.
“I think he’s redeemed himself.”
Another orgasm picks me up and spirits me away among the clouds as his words wash over me.
“He brought a sweet little gift home to play with, after all.”