Page 101 of Daddies on Ice

He groans at my touch, his hips moving into my grip. The sight of him losing control because of me is intoxicating.

Jake’s pace increases, and I can feel myself building toward release.

When it hits, it’s like lightning, and I cry out, my body arching beneath him. He follows moments later, his own release shuddering through him as he collapses against me.

We lie there for a moment, catching our breath, before Ash finally takes his turn.

His approach is different from both Carl and Jake, more intense, more focused.

He positions me on my hands and knees, his hands gripping my hips as he enters me from behind.

The angle is incredible, and I can’t hold back my moans as he moves within me. Carl and Jake watch from either side, their hands stroking my hair, my face, offering gentle touches and whispered encouragements.

Ash’s control is impressive, but I can feel it slipping as his movements become more urgent. His grip on my hips tightens, and I know he’s close.

When he finally lets go, it’s with a growl that sends vibrations through my entire body, and my inner muscles clench, tighten, then pulse with release.

Afterward, we collapse together on the rug, our bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs.

Carl pulls a throw blanket from the couch, covering us as we lie there in the afterglow.

The fire crackles softly, and the Christmas tree lights continue their gentle twinkling.

Jake’s arm is around my waist, his face buried in my hair.

Carl’s hand rests on my hip, his breathing already evening out as exhaustion takes hold. Ash lies beside me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm.

“Merry Christmas, Trisha,” Carl murmurs sleepily, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Merry Christmas,” I whisper back, though I’m not sure if any of them hear me. The alcohol and the intensity of what just happened are catching up with me, and my eyelids grow heavy.

The last thing I remember is the warmth of their bodies surrounding me, the soft glow of the Christmas lights, and the feeling of being completely, utterly satisfied.

I wake to darkness, the fire long since died to cold embers.

For a moment, I’m disoriented, unsure of where I am or why I’m lying on the floor.

Then the memories come flooding back—the drinks, the heated looks, the way their hands felt on my skin.

Oh god. What did I do?

I’m still naked, still tangled up with three equally naked men.

Carl’s arm is draped across my waist, Jake’s leg is thrown over mine, and Ash’s hand rests on my hip.

Only a faint pre-dawn light filters through the curtained windows.

Panic rises in my chest as the full reality of the situation hits me. I slept with all three of them! At the same time! What was I thinking?

Carefully, slowly, I begin to extract myself from their embrace. Carl stirs slightly when I move his arm but doesn’t wake.

Jake mumbles something in his sleep but doesn’t open his eyes.

Ash’s hand slides away as I shift, and I hold my breath, waiting to see if he’ll wake.

They don’t.

I gather my clothes as quietly as possible, my hands shaking as I pull on my sweater dress.