Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Mmm. I love it when my gifts wake up already wet and horny.” Henri’s raspy tone curls like smoke at the edges of my awareness.
I’m hovering somewhere between dreamland and waking, with pooling heat surging through my veins.
“You taste even better on Christmas. So very, very sweet.” This time, his voice is deep and sensual, a velvety hit of praise, and oh my god, this man is between my thighs.
His lips wrap around my clit, and his tongue flicks to tease the swollen bud, setting off the blazing sparks waiting, primed to shoot through my limbs.
As my orgasm cascades through me like a waterfall, Henri continues eating me out as I’m still in the process of waking up.
“Holy fuck.” I moan and writhe against his tongue, riding out the intensity of my climax with eyes squeezed shut. It’s only then that I realize my fingers are already entangled in his hair, clinging tight while I was still sleeping.
No wonder I was having the filthiest of dreams about these two men. One where they were in the bed beside me, Henri fucking Reid slow and deep, and I was able to lie back while watching every thrust, every groan, every flex of their muscles.
“Are you sore?” he asks, voice husky. The scratch of his mustache drags over my inner thigh as he places a kiss there.
Biting my lip, I hold him in that spot and let out a soft moan when he starts sucking on my skin. I’ll readily wear as many bruises and marks from these two men as possible. I can’t deny that seeing hickies covering my thighs is a kink I didn’t know I had until now.
My back arches with that added pressure of his mouth suctioning the tender flesh just below my pussy.
Am I sore? I definitely am. I can’t deny that my body is feeling the effects of so much sex in such a short space of time. But that yes drifting through my mind melts away faster than snow in spring, liquifying into insignificance at the hunger reflected in his eyes.
I shake my head. “Not enough to stop whatever you had planned on doing next.”
Henri hits me with a look that is liable to steal my soul. He proceeds to kiss his way up my hip, my stomach, my breasts, dragging that slutty mustache of his over every inch of my skin.
Crawling up my body, he snatches both of my wrists and pins them above my head in one hand. “Greedy girl.” His thick cock notches at my entrance, and he sinks his weight on top of me. Pushing inside on one slow intrusion to the hilt.
I’m so wet, so ready to welcome him in. It’s like my body already knows his perfectly.
No matter how impossible that might sound, or how insane it is to crave him and Reid so endlessly.
There is a murky as fuck mess occupying the place where my heart thumps erratically.
Now isn’t the time for caring what my heart thinks. My head tips back, my spine curves off the bed. Holy fuck, the stretch and slight drag against my inner walls unpicks the last threads holding me together.
Those slow, rhythmic glides in and out of my body that he treats me to are hypnotic. From beneath heavy lashes, I watch him. Henri Marcotte is a beautiful sight, with roguish dark hair falling across those hazel eyes, and the sheen of my arousal coating his mouth.
His angles and planes are so sexy.
His tattoos and muscles are pure poetry.
His eyes draw me down into the deepest depths.
A place where I sink to and forget the surface exists without hesitation.
The heated slide of a large, now very familiar palm grazes my hip. Reid knocks the sheets away fully so that he can see everything. Drowsy with pleasure, I turn my head slightly to drink in the sight of him. I notice he has a coffee in hand and smells like fresh air and pine.
“This is a much better way to start the day than feeding cattle in the cold and dark.”
Henri sits back on his heels, hooks the back of my knees over his forearms, and they both stare at the sight of his cock glistening with my arousal at the point where he sinks in and out of me.
“Fuck, that’s the best present. I needed to feel you, ma petite chérie. You swallow my cock so well.” Thrust. “Every inch.” Thrust. “Squeeze me tight.” Thrust.
The new angle hits a place I didn’t know existed. My nipples tighten, my walls ripple around his thick length, and I shatter on a sobbing cry. The wave whisks me out to sea so rapidly that it catches me entirely by surprise.
“Christ. Your pussy is magic,” he grits out, bracketing my thighs as he pulls out slowly and hisses. “You know I need you, too.” Leaning over my limp figure, he kisses Reid fiercely.
He smiles a little against his mouth. It’s so sexy I could die.
“Who’s the greedy one now?” Reid pinches his bottom lip between his teeth, tugging ever so slightly.
“Who me? Absolutely. A pretty little pussy, and a tight ass. Two perfect playthings? I must have been a very good boy this year.”
The bed dips and rolls. Henri pauses to lavish a searing kiss over my nipple, coating me in wetness from his mouth, before climbing across to the other side of the bed.
“Come here, sugar.” Reid aligns our bodies together, spooning me from behind, smelling of coffee and promises of more orgasms. With those big hands that do the most unspeakably delicious things to my body, he hooks my leg over his hip and slides himself through my wetness.
He plays a little, unhurried in his movements.
With leisurely thrusts through my drenched seam, each time the plush head of his cock nudges against my clit, he leaves me more boneless. I swear I start floating.
At his back, Henri does the same behind him, slowly moving their bodies together. Their weight shifts, and Reid’s breathing intensifies, growing more ragged the more his own pleasure starts to build.
At long last, he gives me what I want. Perhaps I’m begging, I don’t really know.
His cock wedges deep, sheathing himself, and that all too familiar tremor of illicit pleasure rolls through me, knowing that even though I just had another man inside me, now I’m taking his boyfriend.
Everything about this feels so incredible.
So right. The way we seem to flow between each other, I can’t explain it.
Something I noticed last night, that as we join together—as Henri works himself inside Reid until we’re all connected—it’s like I can feel their intimacy as much as my own. Their pleasure amplifies and surges through me at the place where I’m joined with Reid.
Henri’s hand snakes around to find my hip, his fingers and rings pressing into that crease at the top of my thigh as he tightens his hold on me. Rocking us all together.
He fucks Reid, and fucks me at the same time, and it sends my next climax marching toward the brink of no return.
I love how safe it feels being with them. I love how Reid melts and turns to putty in Henri’s hands. I love how Henri knows what to do to make us both feel good.
I love them.
It blindsides me, reaching up and clasping a fist around my heart. Not that I should be anything but surprised, these men are easy to love, easy to fall for.
They make everything so much brighter; they polish the world around us until it’s sparkling and gleaming with hopeful possibility. That’s something I can’t begin to thank them for showing me.
Before coming here, I was simply existing. Now it feels like I’m soaring beyond the clouds.
We descend into a rhythm of rolling hips.
Of joint thrusts, groans, the sounds of slick flesh against flesh, and scents of sex filling the air.
What started as a game of pretend rapidly morphed into something carnal, and now…
there’s nothing but adoration and deep caring for the two of them, somehow mixed in with the acts of physical release and seeking pleasure.
It’s the sweetest surrender as I close my eyes and feel the two of them behind me. All of us fall apart, with hands clutching and clinging on for dear life, blindly grabbing hold of each other among the powerful wave crashing threefold.
Do they feel it too?
We eventually fumble our way to the large walk-in shower, where Henri proceeds to order us both to allow him to clean us up.
He gets down on his knees and eats me out until I succumb to yet another knee-buckling orgasm, leaving me hardly able to stand up, before turning his attention to Reid.
I get the pleasure of seeing our giant cowboy, with his spine pressed against the wet tiles and hand buried in Henri’s hair while he sucks him, swallowing Reid’s fat cock until he’s reduced to a series of shudders and bitten off curses.
He tips his head back, muscles straining before surging down Henri’s throat.
He doesn’t swallow his cum. Instead, kisses me, then kisses Reid. It’s utterly filthy, and I can’t wait to do it again.
A threesome is one hell of a way to spend Christmas morning.
After we’ve actually cleaned up—amid laughter and roving hands, and sharing the warmth of the generous shower spray—Reid bundles me in a towel.
For a moment, the three of us stand together, blissed out, with damp lashes and wet hair, surrounded by steam and the scent of shampoo.
The reflection in the mirror seems to hold us all spellbound for a moment, and it feels unbelievably comfortable when Henri leans over the top of my head to softly kiss Reid, while also banding his arm around me.
When he draws back from Reid’s mouth, his hazel eyes find mine in the mirror. “You can wear this today, sweet girl.” In his tattooed hand is one of the butt plugs I’d been given.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe you discovered that was also in there. You really did go sleuthing, didn’t you?”
He holds up a thumb and forefinger, squinting one eye at me through the smallest of gaps between them. “Coupable? Maybe.”