Page 22 of Daddies’ Holiday Toy (Kissmass Daddies #1)

Finally, warm hands skim down my sides, finding my hips and holding them tight like Liam’s been starved for the feel of me.

He holds me still, his grip sure and possessive, before something thick and hot nudges between my legs.

The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance, testing, pushing just enough to make my breath stutter.

My groan vibrates around Reece’s length, a helpless sound that earns me a sharp inhale from him above.

Liam waits only a second, just enough to feel me soften before he starts to push in.

My body yields around him inch by thick inch.

The stretch is intense, pulling a strangled noise from my throat that gets swallowed by Reece’s cock.

My fingers curl tighter into the couch cushions, knuckles aching, because there’s no way to brace for the way they’re overwhelming me from both ends.

Liam exhales sharply behind me, a sound that’s equal parts relief and hunger. “Fuck, Holly…”

His grip on my hips tightens, thumbs digging in, staking his claim.

Reece give a short, deliberate thrust, and it forces me to take him deeper just as Liam’s hips meet mine.

My eyes squeeze shut at the shock of it. I’m full, so fucking full. My whole body shivers at the way their rhythms threaten to sync.

I hear the faint creak of leather from the chair across from us.

Liam starts to move, pulling out almost to the tip before pushing back in with a deep, controlled roll of his hips.

The movement rocks me forward, making my throat open up further around Reece’s shaft until he’s hitting the back of my throat.

I gag lightly around him, eyes watering, but the groan it drags out of Reece makes me do it again.

Their voices layer over each other—Reece’s low, barely restrained curses above me and Liam’s gritted breathing in front.

They blend into something I feel all the way down my bones.

Every nerve ending is lit up, trapped between the drag of a cock in my mouth and the steady, claiming thrusts from my stretched hole.

“Look at her,” Liam murmurs, almost like he’s talking to Jack. “Taking us both like she was made for it.”

I swear I hear Jack’s breath hitch.

Reece smirks down at me, eyes dark. “She was made for it.”

He strokes his thumb along my cheekbone, guiding my head slightly to the side so I look up at him even with my mouth stretched wide around him.

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I hum my answer.

Liam responds by slamming a little deeper, making the couch move under us, the blunt impact making me gasp around Reece.

The room is thick with heat, with heavy breathing and the faint slick sound of both of my holes.

Liam’s thrusts slow, dragging out of me until I’m clenching around nothing. It makes me whimper.

I feel the loss immediately, an ache blooming low in my belly from being left empty.

Liam’s hands slip from my hips, giving a lazy smack to my ass as he murmurs, “Let’s switch.”

Reece lets out a chuckle.

“You think you can handle being up here when I’ve been in her mouth this long? She might feel a little empty.”

“Funny,” Liam says. “Move it.”

Reece slides his cock from between my lips with one slow, deliberate pull, leaving me gasping in air like it’s the first real breath I’ve had in minutes.

He gives my cheek a light, almost affectionate pat before stepping back, making room for Liam to move around to the other side of the couch.

Liam grips my chin and tilts my head up to lean against the armrest, his gaze locking on mine with a spark of something cocky and hungry all at once. “Open.”

I do.

He slides into my mouth with a groan that goes straight through me.

His fingers thread into my hair, holding me still just like Reece did. His hips press forward, the combined taste of him and myself filling my tongue.

At the same time, Reece sinks down onto the couch between my legs.

His long fingers grip my waist, tugging my hips up until I feel the blunt head of his cock notch against my entrance.

He doesn’t wait long, one firm thrust and he’s burying himself deep inside me, the stretch making my legs shake.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, low and ragged. “Both ends of you are so fucking perfect.”

The push-pull of their movements has me rocking between them all over again.

My eyes flick toward Jack and what I see makes my pulse stutter.

He’s leaned forward now, his hand, working slow and deliberate over the obvious strain in his jeans.

His gaze isn’t angry like it had been last time.

Now he looks at me with hunger that’s barely being held back.

Liam notices the glance, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, letting out a deep chuckle.

“You watching, Jack?” His tone is taunting, almost daring.

Reece’s thrusts pick up just enough to make me moan around Liam, and the sound seems to snap some invisible thread in the room.

Reece’s pace grows rougher, more insistent, each thrust making me jolt back and take Liam deeper.

My fingers claw at the couch cushions just to keep myself steady, but it’s useless, the rhythm between them is perfectly relentless.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Reece groans, his grip on my hips tightening until it’s almost bruising. “She’s dripping for us.”

“That’s because she likes an audience.” His gaze cuts toward Jack for a fraction of a second before finding mine again. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

The muffled moan that escapes me is enough to make them both curse under their breath.

My spine arches, the tension coiling in my belly so tight I’m seconds from snapping.

“Oh, she’s close,” Reece pants, his hips snapping forward in a way that makes my thighs tremble. “I can feel her…fuck.”

Liam’s hand cups the back of my head, guiding me harder, deeper, his breathing rough.

“Come for us, Holly. Now.”

It’s the command, the tone, and maybe even the fact that Jack is still there watching us that finally shoves me over the edge.

The climax rips through me in a shuddering wave, my cry muffled around Liam but still loud enough to echo in the cabin.

My whole body seizes, pulsing around Reece’s cock as he drives into me a few more times before groaning, his rhythm faltering as he comes too.

Liam’s hips stutter next, his grip tightening in my hair, then he pulls back just enough to spill across my tongue, his low, satisfied moan vibrating through me.

I’m panting, shaky from the aftershocks still rolling through me as they both ease away.

My body threatens to give out completely, but before I can collapse, a shadow moves from out of the corner of my eye.

Jack .

He’s up now, finally, closing the distance between us with slow, unhurried steps, his eyes locked only on mine.

It’s only when he’s close enough that I notice the hard outline straining against his jeans, thick and unmistakable.

My mouth goes dry and for the first time tonight, I’m not entirely sure if I’m in trouble…or if I’m about to get exactly what I want.

God, I hope it’s the latter.

Before I can breathe a question, he’s reaching down, his big hands wrapping around my waist.

Effortless strength lifts me off the couch, my body folding into his chest like I belong there.

“C’mere.” While his voice is soft, it’s still got that edge that makes me listen without thinking.

He carries me straight past the others and down the hall.

It’s not until we’re in the bathroom that he finally sets me down on the counter, his hands lingering at my hips for a beat before he turns away.

The light flicks on overhead, painting the small space in a warm glow.

He doesn’t look at me while he moves, just steps to the linen closet by the door, pulling out a fresh washcloth like he’s done this a hundred times.

He runs the tap until the water steams then dampens the cloth, wringing it out slowly.

The warm fabric meets my skin a moment later, and I suck in a sharp breath.

His touch is gentle, almost too gentle compared to the roughness of the last hour.

He’s methodical, sweeping the cloth over the inside of my thighs, between them, up around my mouth.

His eyes stay fixed on the task, not my face, but his jaw…is tight enough to crack his teeth.

Whatever he’s thinking, he’s not saying.

When he’s done, he tosses the cloth into the sink and finally looks at me.

“You let them touch you again like that and we’re gonna have a real problem.”

It should sound like a threat.

Hell, something like that should have me bristling.

But the way he says it, almost possessively, slides under my skin and settles there.

“Are you jealous?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer right away, his gaze unreadable.

Long seconds pass before he says the truth, plain and unflinching.

“Yes.”

The single word lands between us like a live wire.

I don’t have time to answer before a voice cuts down the hallway, clear enough to shatter the moment.

“Just got a text from my buddy in town,” Reece calls. “Roads are being cleared. Carson should be coming up soon.”

My eyes widen, and I see the same reaction in Jack instantly mimic me.

We both go still, like prey that’s just heard a hunter on the prowl.

Whatever fragile space we’d been in a second ago is long gone now.