Chapter 32. CHRISTMATHON
(Sienna)
“Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas!”
I woke up to someone bouncing on my bed, and that someone was Maggie.
“Ugh, it’s only eight thirty, Maggie. We are not seven anymore. I went to bed only a few hours ago.”
After a delicious dinner with the Scotts, the Siegels, and Maggie, we spent the rest of the evening talking in the living room and playing cards. Everyone except for William, who apparently had to prepare some paperwork that needed to be ready before the 26 th .
Before heading off to spend Christmas with her family, Rosita thoughtfully prepared a batch of homemade hot chocolate for us. Claudia entertained us with stories about baby Zayn as we sipped our mugs. He didn’t seem too thrilled when she mentioned his old fear of the dark and how her late husband had signed him up to learn martial arts so he could learn how to fend off the imaginary monsters that lurked in the shadows under his bed. It was a great night. It reminded me of those nights when I was a child, and my dad would spend hours listening to me playing the piano while my mom prepared dinner.
Maggie’s loud cries snapped me back to reality.
“Sienna, c’mon! I’m too excited to wait in my room for you to wake up. Don’t you want to open your presents?”
I couldn’t bring myself to lie to her. I’d spent the entire week pondering what Zayn and Ander might have picked out for me. During our time at Stanford, they’d casually mentioned that they’d gotten me a gift, but I honestly hadn’t built up any expectations.
With a groan, I peeled my bed sheets away and made my way to the bathroom connected to my bedroom, where I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Going through the clothes that hung in the wardrobe, I searched for a cozy outfit. I settled for a pair of blue jeans, a simple white T-shirt, my beloved Converse sneakers, and a festive Christmas sweater Sarah had sent me from Camden Market. It said, “Dear Santa. Define Good.” I loved it.
We headed downstairs, Maggie still bouncing at my side like a little puppy. As I descended the steps, the warm scent of burning wood and the tempting smell of chocolate cookies began to tickle my senses. Upon entering the living room, my jaw practically hit the floor. While I had already seen the beautifully decorated Christmas tree that Rosita and Claudia had put together, I was surprised by the multitude of presents scattered across the floor, the festive garlands adorning the marble fireplace, and the array of ornaments thoughtfully placed throughout the room. The transformation was nothing short of magical. Zayn, Claudia, and Ander were seated on the floor, sipping coffee and indulging in the cookies Maggie and I had baked the day before. William lounged comfortably in a leather wing chair, reading The New York Times.
“Oh my God! It looks amazing.”
“It really does, doesn’t it? The boys here wanted to make this day extra special for you and Maggie, understanding how much you’ve both been through in recent months. Isn’t it cute?”
Claudia’s comment took me by surprise. Cute didn’t even begin to describe the overwhelming emotion I was experiencing, realizing they went above and beyond for us. There were even stockings with our names hanging from one of the bookshelves!
“Who wants to open their presents first?” Claudia cheered, clapping both hands together.
We took turns opening our presents. Maggie had gifted me a personalized mug with a Starbucks logo that said, “I like my men like my coffee. Hot.” I didn’t say anything about the word men , but I noticed the corner of her mouth starting to curve upward as I glanced in her direction.
Funny .
“Now my turn.” I stretched out my arms, holding a box, and reached it toward Maggie. As soon as she tore away the wrapping paper, her eyes widened in surprise.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
When Maggie opened the brown box and peeked inside the red bag, she whimpered, “Oh my God, oh my God. You got me a pair of fucking Louboutin?”
I knew how much she loved my shoe collection, and money had never been a problem for me. What she offered me was more valuable than any pair of shoes I could buy her. So I bought her the So Kate 120 patent-leather pumps in black. She kept eyeing mine every time she came to my apartment, so when I started planning my Christmas shopping list, I had no doubts I would buy them for her.
“I can’t believe you bought me my first pair of designer shoes…and they are fucking Louboutin!” She launched herself at me, knocking the air out of my lungs as my back hit the carpet.
“My turn!” Zayn exclaimed. “Here.” He handed me a small velvet box.
“I hope it’s not an engagement ring,” Ander commented.
Zayn snorted, and although I knew Ander was teasing, I found myself unexpectedly drawn to the idea of Zayn proposing on one knee. My stomach did a double backflip.
Within the crimson velvet box rested a golden necklace with a locket pendant. The necklace concealed two pictures, one on each side: my dad and my mom. I tried to swallow a sob that got caught in my throat.
“Zayn…” I couldn’t speak. Tears pricked my eyes. This beautiful man was not only good at listening and sex, but he also had a beautiful soul and remarkable gift-giving skills. “It’s beautiful. I…I love it.” I turned to face him and gently placed a kiss on his cheek, lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary.
“Okay. Now mine.” Ander stood and took a box from under the tree, placing it in front of me. “I hope you like it as much as I did when I put it together.”
I frowned, unsure of what he meant. Was it a DIY present?
I opened the box.
As soon as I realized what it contained, I gasped in surprise. Inside, I found a Pride I was pissed. But it turned out that watching you two also turned me on. So there you have it. Now you know. Happy?” Noah directed his response to Zayn.
Zayn rose from the bed and came closer to me. When he stood in front of me, he cupped my face with both hands.
“I’ve been dying to kiss you for the past four days, and I don’t think I can spend one more second on that bed with you if I don’t claim your lips. I don’t fucking care if Noah wants to watch.”
The kiss was so powerful that I thought it would consume me. A moan left my mouth as Zayn moved one of his hands to grip my hair, tilting my head backward. The position gave him better access to my neck, so he started kissing, biting, and licking that sweet spot below my ear. I gripped his T-shirt with such force that my knuckles turned white. “I think someone doesn’t want to watch anymore.”
I opened my eyes, which I hadn’t realized I had closed at some point, and attempted to push myself away from Zayn. However, he spun me around so that my back was against his chest. I worried that we had crossed a line that could jeopardize the friendship I had forged with Noah, but, to my surprise, Noah stood before me. His eyes had darkened, and his face bore an expression that seemed to oscillate between desire and anguish.
“Hold her hands.”
Zayn complied with Noah’s order and held my hands behind my back.
“What are you doing?” I clenched my legs with anticipation. I didn’t have to check to know that my underwear was probably soaked.
“The question is, what do you want me to do?” Noah teased.
I opened and closed my mouth like a fish twice because I was embarrassed to say out loud the things that came to mind.
“Do you want me to leave so you can have fun with him, or do you want me to stay too?” Noah insisted.
“I…I…”
Zayn dropped his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Remember what you told me the other day? It doesn’t have to be a fantasy. Just say the word.”
“Please,” I begged.
“Please, what, Sienna?” Noah continued, “Use your words and tell us what you want.”
I pushed my body backward until I felt Zayn’s hard cock pressed against my ass.
“Please, stay. I want you both.”
“Good girl.”
A shiver traveled down my spine in response to Zayn’s praise. Noah stepped closer and brought his mouth to mine until our lips were so close that I could practically feel his breath.
“If at any point you want to stop, just say it. Okay?”
“Okay.”
My hands were sweaty, and the anticipation was killing me. I had never done something like this before, but I remembered when I found out they had shared a girl, maybe several, in the past. The thought of them kissing and touching another girl made me fucking furious.
Noah dropped to his knees without breaking eye contact.
He tugged his fingers underneath the elastic band of my leggings and very slowly pushed them down, along with my underwear, until I was completely exposed.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said.
I lifted both feet, one at a time, until I was free of them. Noah picked them up and tossed them on one of the bean bags.
“I’ve been dying to eat this pussy for weeks. Believe me when I say that by the time we’re done with you, you won’t be able to remember your name and will only know how to scream ours.”
Before I had a chance to respond to Noah, he buried his face between my legs and started circling the apex of my thighs with his skillful tongue. While Noah continued to feast on me like a starving man, Zayn kissed, licked, and bit my neck. He linked my hands together until he was able to hold both with one of his and use the other to circle and pinch one of my nipples through my clothes. A lightning strike of pleasure traveled from my breast to my throbbing pussy.
“You like that, don’t you? You enjoy being at our mercy, knowing that your body is ours to use.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Touch me, Zayn. I want…I need you to touch me, too. So fucking much.”
Zayn helped me out of the oversized top until I only wore my white lace bra.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Noah asked Zayn between each swirl of his tongue. “But she’ll look more beautiful when that mouth of hers is around my cock while you fuck her raw.”
Oh my God.
I almost came hearing those words coming from Noah’s mouth. I was equally filled with lust and fear. I had been very sexually active since I lost my virginity almost three years ago, but I had never been with two guys at the same time. I worried that my nerves would betray me.
Zayn unclasped my bra and threw it on the floor. He stood behind me. I was unable to see what he was doing until I heard him undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. A moment later, his hard length pressed against my lower back, and his hands cupped my breasts. Every inch of my skin was covered in goose bumps. It was too much—the feeling of Noah’s tongue, the touch from Zayn’s expert hands.
Noah pushed two fingers inside me and started pumping them in and out. At the same time, he sucked and licked with short strokes my clit. Every time he curved his fingers, he expertly touched that spot inside me that made my body shudder. I moved my hips back and forth, clenching and unclenching my muscles, seeking more pressure from Noah’s mouth.
An intense pressure started to build up in my lower stomach, and my breathing became more erratic.
“That’s it, Sienna. Come for us. Let us see how much you enjoy us playing with your body.” Zayn’s encouragement tipped me over the edge, and my vision blurred as I reached my climax. The orgasm hit me so hard, like a tidal wave, that Zayn had to cover my mouth with his hand so nobody heard my screams. Noah continued playing with his tongue until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please stop…I can’t,” I softly whimpered, my words muffled by Zayn’s hand.
He stood and kissed me so passionately that Zayn lost his balance and stepped back. I could taste my own arousal, and that turned me on more than I thought it would.
“Lie on the bed, Noah.” Zayn’s voice was deep and commanding.
Breaking off our kiss, Noah walked toward the bed. I was panting and knew they were far from being done.
“What are you going to do?” I asked Zayn.
“I’m going to do what Noah said. I’m going to fuck you hard while you suck his cock until you choke on it. Understood?”
“Man, I didn’t know you were this bossy. It makes me hard.” Noah laughed.
“Take your clothes off, Noah.”
He immediately obliged and started to take off his sweatpants and T-shirt.
“Sienna, I want you on all fours on top of him, but don’t touch him until I say so.”
Noah lay down with the filthiest look on his face while he moved his hand up and down his hardness. I crawled on top of him until my face hovered over his waist, and my hands were placed on each side of his body. I could see the precum on the tip, and I craved to bring my mouth down and lick it, to taste his saltiness.
“Fuck, Sienna. I don’t need to touch you to know how wet you are. I can see it from here,” Zayn said.
The bed dipped behind me, and Zayn gripped all my hair with one hand.
“I want to see how you take Noah’s cock in your mouth. I want you to start slowly until he cannot take it anymore, but if I tell you to stop, you stop. Got it?” Zayn yanked my head back by the hair.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“If you don’t, I’ll personally punish you, and believe me, it won’t be the kind of punishment you’ll enjoy.”
Noah cleared his throat before saying, “Are you done with all the threatening, Zayn? I’m dying over here.”
“Sienna…show him how well you can take him.”
When I circled Noah’s length with my hand and brought my mouth to the tip, he growled. I started slowly, just as Zayn had instructed me. I licked every inch with my tongue and applied enough pressure with each stroke of my hand to make him lift his ass from the bed. He clearly was dying for more, and I was happy to please. I pushed his dick to the back of my throat, choking on it until tears pricked my eyes.
“Fuuuuuuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” One of Noah’s hands instinctively reached out to grasp my hair. Zayn let him hold my hair while I continued to swallow every inch of him. His hand pushed my head up and down until each thrust of his hips became more violent. I knew he was getting closer.
“Yes, that’s it. Take my cock, Sienna. Let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours and show me how much you like it.”
Zayn slid his fingers alongside my slit, and I whimpered.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy now, so hold on tight to Noah, but don’t stop sucking.”
I felt Zayn slide his dick along my wetness until it was coated with my arousal. He pushed in the tip of his cock, and I moaned.
“Fucking hell, Sienna. You’re so tight.” Zayn pushed even farther, slowly stretching my walls until he was buried inside me up to the hilt. He carefully slid out and very slowly pushed his cock back inside me. He continued repeating the same motion, fucking me with low strokes, never breaking the rhythm.
“I’ve missed you,” Zayn confessed. “Are you ready for more?” Zayn grabbed my hips, pausing for a few seconds before he slammed into me again, and again, and again, each thrust now more violent than the previous one. “God, you feel so good.”
The noises that filled the room were obscene, a mix of our groans and moans mixed with the sound our bodies made each time they connected.
“Fuck, man. I think I’m gonna come,” Noah said.
“Stop, Sienna. We’re not done yet.”
I released Noah and turned to look at Zayn. His jaw clenched, and his tattooed chest glistened with sweat. He’d never looked more beautiful.
Zayn slowed his movements, and with an authoritative tone, he asked, “Do you trust me?”
I didn’t have to think twice.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Good. This is what’s going to happen.” Zayn licked his right thumb, pressed it against my ass, and added, “I want you to ride Noah while I take your ass.”
My eyes widened.
Zayn saw my hesitation.
“Have you done anal before?” he asked.
“Ehm, yes. But not while someone else was already fucking me.”
Zayn slowly pushed his finger inside, and I shivered.
“I can’t promise it won’t hurt at the beginning, but I can promise you that you will enjoy it. Like Noah said, just say the word if you want to stop.”
I trusted both. Zayn and Noah would never do anything to hurt me, and the excitement from taking them both simultaneously was strong enough for me to nod.
“Say it,” he commanded with the deep tone of his voice, and my pussy clenched around his shaft. “Say how much you want us to fuck you at the same time. How much you want to be ours.”
“Yes,” I panted, “I want you both to fuck me. Make me yours.”
In one quick movement, Zayn jumped from the bed and went straight to his bedside table. He opened the first drawer and took a tube of lube from the back.
“Come up here, princess. Show me how much you love riding my cock,” Noah demanded.
I moved up until I was practically sitting on his lap. I placed one hand on his chest and guided his length to my folds. I slowly sank down, savoring every inch of his flesh. His jaw tightened as he gazed at me with pure lust and adoration. Once it was in, I started riding him with a steady pace, making sure I rubbed my clit with his body with every hip movement.
“Noah,” I moaned, “touch me, please.” Noah lunged upward and covered my nipple with his mouth, sucking and licking while I continued to seek my own pleasure with his cock.
“Are you ready, babe?” Zayn asked.
The coldness from the lube contrasted with how hot my skin felt. I was ready to combust. Zayn gently coated my back entrance and then used his other hand to push me farther onto Noah’s body.
“Don’t move until I tell you to. That goes for you, too, Noah.”
Noah gave him a salute, which made me snort.
When I felt Zayn’s tip pushing against my ass, my entire body trembled. I was tense, so as Zayn stretched me, I closed my eyes and pinched my brows together. Noah noticed how anxious I was, so he held my face between his soft hands and gently kissed me.
“Breathe,” he whispered against my lips.
I took deep breaths until Zayn pushed against the resistance and was completely buried.
“Fuuuck. Hold still. I need a second. Otherwise, the party will be over too soon…her ass is so tight, man.”
I welcomed the pause to catch my breath.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” Noah added.
When Zayn began to move, Noah also did. They swiftly fell into a rhythm, and when one slid out, the other immediately thrust in. My body started to tremble, and sweat covered every inch of it. It was all too much. I felt too full with both impaling me on their cocks. My pussy clenched every time Zayn slammed his hips forward, pounding into me.
“Oh God, don’t stop. I’m gonna come,” I cried.
“Come for us, princess,” Noah commanded. “Let us hear you scream our names while we fill you with our cum.”
And I detonated.
Describing the orgasm as the best I’d ever had would be an understatement. I cried out, my nails digging deeper into Noah’s chest as I clenched my thighs.
“I’m so close,” Zayn exclaimed.
They kept moving in unison until Noah’s and Zayn’s release followed my own a few seconds later.
I dropped down until I pressed my forehead against Noah’s and smiled.
“Fuck. I can’t believe we did that.”
I glanced over my shoulder at Zayn. His dark hair looked all damp with sweat, half covering his eyes. He gently pulled out, followed by Noah, their seed dripping down my legs.
I lay on the bed beside Noah, my heart racing a thousand miles per hour. Zayn came back from the en suite bathroom with a wet cloth and pushed it between my legs to quickly clean me up.
“Fuck me, that was wild,” Noah said while I placed my head on his chest, resting my arm around his waist and my leg over his thigh. “Are you okay?” Noah kissed my hair while he stroked my arm. I immediately melted into his touch and took a deep breath.
“I’m more than okay,” I responded. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense in my life.”
“You’re welcome,” Noah boasted.
Zayn crawled into bed and pushed the covers over our naked bodies. He cuddled me from behind, spooning me while peppering the back of my neck and shoulders with sweet little kisses.
I had reached heaven.
As I lay in bed, I could feel the gentle pull of sleep tugging at my consciousness. The softness of the sheets and the warmth of their bodies made my eyelids grow heavier. The world around me began to fade away. But just before I dozed off, the image of Ander’s face unexpectedly surfaced in my mind. My chest tightened, and I wondered how wonderful life would be if he were also mine.