J ay Saint and I are apparently really slackers when it comes to taking down holiday decorations. The Cabin is among the last to be un decorated. Today is the day, though. The three of us have been taking down decorations and cleaning as we go since around ten this morning.
There has even been talk about removing the wall separating Saint and our rooms.
And, good news, folks– it’s not a load-bearing wall! Or so Jay said earlier with an abundance of confidence, after knocking in several areas on the wall.
Now, though, the three of us are boxing lights, carefully untangling them as we go.
Both of my boys took off their shirts a while ago, and now my blood is rushing to my cheeks for entirely different reasons than exertion.
When I stop coiling my strand of lights, both the boys notice.
“What’s up, Gorgeous?” Jay asks, tilting his head to the side.
“Come here, boys,” I say softly, crooking my finger at them. Then, I plug the strand of rainbow lights in.
I toss the strand around Jay’s neck when they halt in front of me. He smiles.
“Saint, on your knees,” I say, coiling a length of lights around his neck. Immediately, Saint is moving, stripping as quickly as he can without disturbing the strand of lights around his neck.Then he's kneeling at my feet, tugging my shorts down my hips.
With the strand of lights around my Alpha's neck, I pull him in for a kiss. Jay's hands coast around my ribs, up to circle my neck as he meets my kiss, consuming my every breath.
I tangle my other hand in Saint's curls, tugging him closer. He leans in, closing his mouth around my clit, carefully lifting one of my legs over his shoulder with a satisfied groan.
“What’s gotten into you, Gorgeous?” Jay murmurs, tilting my face down to watch Saint feast between my legs.
“You guys took off your shirts. I got distracted,” I murmur, breaking eye contact with the Blond between my legs to tilt my head back for Jay’s exploration down my jawbone and neck.
When Saint plunges two fingers deep in me, I moan, arching into the contact.
“Afternoon delight?” Jay murmurs against my skin, making me chuckle.
“Exactly what I was thinking,” I hum, caressing Saint’s hair as he makes it almost impossible to stay upright with his tongue dancing between my legs.
“You got it, babe,” Saint murmurs before moving to lean against the couch on the floor, slowly stroking himself, free hand running up and down my legs. Slowly, without breaking eye contact with Jay, I strip the rest of my clothes off and settle in Saint's lap, rocking my clit against his hard cock.
“Hey, Big guy?” I ask, pulling on the lights to tug him closer.
“Yeah, Gorgeous?”
“Take your cock out for me?”
“Anything you want.” He answers, caressing my jaw, shuffling out of his shorts.
And then, Saint is lifting my hips enough to slip his cock deep inside me, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.
I hum with pleasure as my lips close around Jay’s cock, rocking my hips in time with Saint’s movements. All while I keep the pressure up on the strand of lights, enough to be tight, but not enough to break the lights or leave bruises.
Without effort, my boys coax pleasure from my veins, that icy pleasure building and building.
"Oh, my god, I'm going to fucking marry you-" Saint groans, and the way his voice warbles makes me clench around him, rising and falling faster–harder.
“Who says you get to?” Jay grunts from above me, moving his cock in and out of my mouth while I moan, hands tight in my hair while Saint grip my hips, helping me ride him.
“Dibs?” Saint groans, movements turning jerky, and then he’s moaning against my neck, slamming his cock deep in me as he thrusts one last time, release spilling inside of me.
“Fuck, you’ve got me on a technicality,” Jay remarks, gathering my hair in his fists, caressing my jaw.
“Why not both?” I ask as Jay lifts me off of Saint, hooking his arms under my knees. Jay takes a few steps before tossing me onto the couch. Then he's on his knees between my thighs, plunging in deep.
“Greedy girl, aren’t you?” Saint hums, now kneeling above my face.
“For you two? Always."