Page 115 of Theirs for the Holidays

When I can finally breathe again, the guys come over and help me pull the toys out. I’m shivering by then, overcome by thesensations. I feel empty in a way that leaves me bereft, but I can tell by the look in their eyes that I won’t be empty for long.

Rhett lies down this time, getting on his back. Lennox and Sawyer help me up, settling me to straddle him.

His cock is rock hard and hot as a burning line against the throb of my pussy, and I’m worked up enough now that it slides in easily enough. He’s still bigger than the toy, stretching me open even farther, but it feels good. I lean into the burn of it, grinding down on him a little.

“Desperate for it,” he growls. “Look at you. You can’t wait to get my cock in you.”

He grabs on to my hips, his fingers firm and strong.

“Call me baby again,” he says. “Like you did last time.”

It takes a second for my brain to wrap itself around that, so caught up in the pleasure and sensation, but I smile once I remember. His hips snap up, burying his cock in me, and I moan, curling my fingers against his chest.

“You’re fucking me so good, baby,” I say, meeting his heated gaze.

Rhett shudders, and I can feel his cock give a twitch.

Sawyer snorts in amusement from nearby. “Looks like Rhett has a praise kink,” he says to Lennox. Lennox just laughs warmly.

My stomach flutters at the thought of that. Big, strong Rhett with a praise kink. He’s so burly and rough around the edges, and the idea that he might go all soft for praise from me turns me on even more.

I summon the part of myself that feels brave and bold when I’m like this with them and reach down to capture Rhett’s chin between my fingers. He looks at me, his pupils blown wide.

“Come on,” I tell him, grinding against him harder. “Show me what you can do, baby. Claim this pussy like a good boy.”

His hips buck up automatically, and he groans, deep in his chest.

I like the way that sounds. I like the way it feels. Being able to get that kind of response from him with my words is a headrush of power and arousal that shivers all the way down my spine.

Rhett looks at Sawyer and has to try twice to get his words out. “You’d better get inside her if you’re going to,” he says. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”

Sawyer chuckles. “You see what you do to us, Peaches? You see how wrecked we are for you?” But he doesn’t need to be told twice. He strokes his cock and moves to settle in behind me.

I brace myself, expecting him to start pushing in immediately, but when his finger brushes my asshole, I shiver in surprise. He circles the whirl of skin with the tip of his finger and then looks at Lennox. “Give me one of those ornaments from the tree,” he says. “Something solid with a good base.”

My eyes go wide. “What are you doing?” I ask him.

He strokes a hand down my back before accepting a golden, bulb shaped ornament from Lennox. “My cock is bigger than that toy you were playing with,” he says. “I want to make sure you’re really ready.”

The ornament is solid, not hollow, and slightly cool to the touch. He works it slowly into my ass, and I gasp when I feel the wide part of it stretching me. When I bought the damned thing, I never would have expected it was going to be used like this.

Sawyer teases me a little, pressing it in and out, stretching me around the glass until I’m a whimpering mess. My body clenches instinctively, making Rhett’s cock, also a good bit bigger than the toy I was playing with, feel even bigger inside me.

My head spins from the sensations, and I rock between Rhett and Sawyer, turned on out of my mind.

“There you go,” Sawyer says. “Do you like this?”

“Yeah,” I pant. “I’m so full.”

“Not as full as you’re gonna be,” he promises. “This is just the warm up. But you’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you, Peaches? You’re going to take it so good for us.”

“Yes,” I whine. “Yes, fuck. Anything. Please.”

He seats the makeshift plug fully into my ass, and I feel stretched wide around it. It’s not that much bigger than my toy, but the bulb is wider, so it makes me feel fuller. Rhett keeps fucking up into me, and I clench around him and the makeshift plug, crying out when that sends a jolt of white hot pleasure arcing through me.

“How do you feel?” Lennox asks.

“Good,” I pants. “So fucking good. I want more. Please. I can take it. I don’t care if it’s hard, I want both of you.”