Page 112 of Theirs for the Holidays

“You said—” I start, but Lennox cuts me off.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “We’re just getting started.”

He lies down on the floor, and I look at him confused, until he glances up at his brothers.

“Help her up,” he says. “I want her straddling my face.”

My eyes go wide, and I let Sawyer and Rhett do as Lennox says, even though I can feel myself flushing with embarrassment.

“I’m too heavy for that,” I protest. “I have too much thigh. I’m going to crush you.”

Lennox just snorts, shaking his head. His brothers get me settled, and I work to keep my weight off him.

“I want you sitting on my face, Vi,” he says. “Not hovering over it.”

“Lennox…”

“I’m starving, Heartbreaker,” he says, his voice going husky and deep. “I want to devour you, and I can’t do it if you’re too far away.”

“But—”

He grabs my hips and pulls me down in one smooth motion. I look down at him, checking to make sure he’s not suffocating, but his face is buried in my pussy now. It only takes a few seconds before I feel his tongue dragging against my folds, andeven if I am wary of this, I can’t hold back the moan that spills out.

Rhett and Sawyer stand close by, and I can feel them watching, taking in the sight of me sitting on their brother’s face.

For a little bit, I can’t shake the fear that this is going to be too much for him, but his hands are tight on my hips, and his tongue and lips work me like he really is devouring me. Like I’m his last meal and he intends to make it count.

Heat and pleasure start to grow, and I squirm in place, getting caught up in how good it feels. Lennox is so good with his mouth, lapping at my clit and dragging his tongue down, letting me feel how hungry he is for me in each motion.

My head tips back, and I brace my hands on my own thighs, breathing hard.

“There you go,” Sawyer says, sounding proud and turned on all at the same time. “You look so fucking good like this.”

“You do,” Rhett agrees. “Just let yourself go. We want to see you blissed out with pleasure.”

Their words help shake loose the last bits of hesitation. I buck my hips a little, and Lennox groans under me. It’s definitely a groan of encouragement.

“That’s it,” Sawyer says. “Ride his face.”

Slowly at first, I start to move my hips, then gradually move them more and more. Lennox’s tongue feels hot and wet and amazing, and I start practically fucking myself on it, giving in to the deep desire to chase the feeling of pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, toes curling a little at how good it feels.

“I knew you had it in you,” Sawyer teases.

“She definitely does,” Rhett replies. “I caught her in the shower before, fucking herself on a dildo. Really going for it. She’s sweet and wholesome on the outside, but she can be a very dirty girl when she wants to be.”

My cheeks flush, but I don’t deny it. What would be the point, when Rhett saw what he saw, and they can both see me now, riding their brother’s face like my life depends on it.

“She also told me that she’s been using her toys still, since we all started hooking up.”

Sawyer lifts an eyebrow. “Is that so? Instead of just coming to us to get your needs met? Peaches, I’m hurt.”

Lennox’s fingers dig into my hips a bit more, and he pulls back just enough to pant, “You could have had the real thing, you know,” before diving right back in.

My breathing hitches, and I nod, trying to focus enough to make words come out of my mouth coherently.

“I know. I didn’t—oh fuck—it wasn’t a replacement for you guys, I swear.”