Chapter 9
Violet
Do I want that? He’s looking at me in question, his hazel eyes full of lust, his hand on his cock.
“Very much.” My voice is hoarse.
“Then crawl over here and put the condom on for me.”
I start to walk, but Brody stops me with a hand to my shoulder. “He said crawl, angel.”
I drop to my hands and knees, pleased because Heath said what he wanted, and he meant it literally. I know how to follow those kinds of instructions. I crawl over to him, as fast as I can, eager. My breasts sway as I go, and Heath’s gaze flicks from my face, to my breasts, and back again.
“So fucking sexy,” he says in a low voice.
When I reach him, he hands me the condom. I rip the foil and slide the rubber over his length, caressing him as I do it. He groans and holds my hand over his cock, squeezing me around him. He’s firm and thick and I want him inside me so very, very much.
“Can you feel how fucking hard you make me, little angel? So hard. This is for you. Because you’re sexy and adventurous and I just know you’re going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you?”
I nod. I want to obey more than anything else, I realize. I want to be their good girl, their little angel.
“Are you wet?” Heath asks. “Touch yourself. Show me.”
I reach between my legs, slide a finger over my slippery pussy. I hold out my finger to show Heath.
He nods, a satisfied look in his hazel eyes. “Let me taste.”
I blink, surprised by the request, before offering him my finger.
He grips my wrist in his big hand and pulls my hand closer, wraps his lips around my finger, and sucks away my arousal. His eyes never leave mine as his tongue works over my digit.
“Climb on.” Brody’s voice comes from right behind me, and then his hands are on my waist, guiding me over his friend’s lap.
Heath holds the base of his cock so I can lower onto it, impaling myself. It takes some work—he’s very thick—but he and Brody both offer me words of encouragement, telling me how beautifully I’m taking it, what a great job I’m doing, how good I feel.
As for how Heath’s cock feels in my pussy—amazing. Once he’s fully inside me, I whimper at the feeling of fullness, completion.
Except I know there’s more to come.
“Such a festive little plug you brought.” Brody sounds amused as he unwraps it and wipes it down. “I love this little Christmas tree shape at the base.”
I’d thought it was funny when I saw it at the store. I didn’t expect Callum to appreciate the silliness of it, but I’d purchased it anyway, unable to resist.
I’m so glad it’s Brody and Heath with me instead—men who seem to understand and appreciate the things I like.
“I’m going to play with your tits while Brody gets that plug into you.” Heath moves so he can recline. He thrusts into me twice, then tugs me forward so I’m leaning over him.
“Nice, beautiful,” Brody murmurs behind me. “You’re going to love this, Violet.”
Something slippery and cold touches me between my ass cheeks. I look over my shoulder to see Brody with the bottle of lube. And then he’s touching me there. Not with the plug, but his fingers.
It seems wrong. I’ve barely touched myself there—but I bought the toy for a reason, I suppose.
Heath starts lightly pinching my nipples, distracting me from the taboo things happening behind me.
Pressure at my asshole. Burning pressure. I make a sound—something between pain and lust. Both men stop what they’re doing.
Heath gives me a questioning look. “Are you okay, Violet?”
“I—yes? I think so.” I’m not sure what I’m feeling, it’s all so strange.
“I’m working the plug into you now. Do you want me to stop?” Brody asks.
“No!” I didn’t mean to shout.
Brody chuckles, but I know he isn’t laughing at me. “This might burn at first—I should have warned you. But it’ll feel great once it’s in. Okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
Heath plays with my breasts and kisses me. He tastes like peppermint, and his tongue tangles with mine in a kiss so searing, so consuming, it steals my breath. I’m aware of Brody moving the plug, forcing it in.
Eventually, it’s there. I wiggle around, trying to get rid of the strange intrusion. Heath groans when I move.
“The view’s great,” Brody says, “but I’m feeling a little left out here, Heath.”
“Sorry-not-sorry.” Heath smiles up at me and gives a few more thrusts, pumping his hips slowly. “She feels too good, I don’t want to stop.”
He’s right—it feels incredible. But he pulls out, kissing me and saying, “Just a second. If you want to experiment with kinky things, a threesome with two men should be high up on your list.”
“I never thought to hope for that much,” I admit.
Brody helps me off of Heath. “Then it’s a Christmas surprise.”
Heath and Brody rearrange me so I’m on my hands and knees on the rug. Heath gets on his knees in front of me, his cock right in front of my face, wet with my arousal. Brody moves behind me. He spreads my ass cheeks, then reaches below to touch my clit. I buck backward against him.
“Condom first,” he mutters to himself. A second later, foil tears and he moves closer, his thighs touching the backs of mine.
“Lick me, angel.” Heath cups my cheek and tilts my face up. “Stick out your tongue.”
I do as he says. His cock, still in the condom, tastes like me. It also tastes a little bit like gingerbread, because I’d purchased the Christmas flavors at the store. I swirl my tongue over it.
Heath groans. “Your mouth is as heavenly as your pussy, angel.”
“And this pussy”—Brody eases in—“is fucking magical.”
Brody fills me just as well as Heath did, with sure, shallow strokes at first. When he goes all the way in, his pelvis nudges against the plug in my ass.
Heath presses into my mouth, his finger tracing my lips around his thickness as he goes. “So pretty.”
“Isn’t she, though?” Brody runs his hands over my hips.
I warm at the praise. I curl my tongue around Heath, licking and sucking. Brody grabs my ponytail, lightly tugging my head back. It causes me to look up at Heath as I suck him. He’s beautiful, like a conquering, vengeful god looking down on me while I attempt to pleasure him.
And Brody’s cock fills me perfectly, every stroke moving the plug in my ass. He hums the beginning of “O Christmas Tree” and jostles the plug with his hand, vibrating it slightly.
My body feels like a circuit, taking in electricity, redistributing it, getting hotter and hotter with the power of our movement.
The friction of the men’s cocks, moving within me, spreads even more warm delight.
If I didn’t know it wasn’t possible, I might think live sparks were coming out of my fingers and toes.
“You’re going to come, angel, aren’t you?” Brody’s voice has gotten impossibly low, and he thrusts faster. He keeps a hold of my ponytail with one hand and moves his other to my front. He finds my clit and rubs it in tight little circles.
I moan and close my eyes in response. It’s good, so good.
“Look at me when you come.” Heath touches my cheek, reclaiming my attention.
His hazel eyes are directly on mine as my orgasm washes through me. My sounds are muffled around his cock.
Brody groans and slams into me a final time, his length pulsing as he comes. Heath, too, looks down at me with a muttered, “Fuck,” his eyes intent on mine. He’s still in the condom, so all I taste is gingerbread. I wish I could taste him, all of him. Brody, too.
“Fucking amazing, angel.” Brody pulls out of me, but smooths his hands over my ass and hips the entire time, like he can’t bear to stop touching me. But eventually he does. Heath, too. I feel their loss keenly.
I’m surprised to be this emotional after just one interlude of sex.
But on the other hand, I’ve crushed on them, watched them, thought about them a hundred times already.
Maybe I’m already halfway to being in love, I don’t know.
I do know it’s inappropriate because they can’t possibly feel the same. It’s too soon.
Heath eases the plug out of my ass while Brody gets up and walks to the bathroom. When Brody returns, he’s holding damp washcloths. They clean me up, their hands never leaving my body. Heath grabs a throw blanket from the back of the couch and wraps it around me, and Brody tugs me into his lap.
“What did you think of all that?” Brody asks, his blue eyes intent on mine. “Did it live up to your expectations?”
“It went far beyond my expectations.” I nestle against his chest.
“Ours, too.” Heath collapses next to us.
Brody squeezes me against him. “I can’t wait to do it again. Hey. What’s that buzzing sound?”
We glance around.
Heath points to my phone on the side table. “There’s the culprit.”
Brody laughs. “Oh good, I was worried one of our angel’s vibrators went rogue.”
I grin at his joke, then reach over to pick up my phone.
I stare at the screen in horror.
It’s my dad calling.