Page 159 of Theirs for the Holidays

I lift my head so I can see him better, and he smirks for just a second before diving down and spreading me open with his fingers.

I’m already so wet, and he hums at the sight. “Perfect. I knew you would be ready for me. You’re a good girl like that, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I—am!” The last word bursts out of me as Rhett on the other side of the bed tips his own candle. The wax lands onmy nipple, and I’m left writhing in place from the mixture of pleasure and heat.

He and Sawyer take turns, neither one of them giving me much warning before they drip wax on another sensitive part of my body. Then Lennox starts going down on me in earnest, and everything becomes a fog of arousal and need.

I pull on the ribbons, not to try to get free, but because I need to move. I need to struggle against them as sensation rocks through my body.

The wax gives such sharp, intense feelings, and when they melt into something mellower and easier to take, there’s Lennox, licking at my clit, making it impossible to relax completely.

I moan their names, feeling myself inch closer and closer to falling apart.

“Please,” I cry out. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—don’t stop.”

“I don’t think anything could make Lennox stop now,” Sawyer says. “He’s too far gone. He’s fucking lost in you. Like you’re his drug.”

Lennox makes a rough sound of agreement, eating me out like a starving man as he works his fingers into the mix, driving them into me to match the tempo of his tongue.

The dried wax flexes and cracks on my skin as I arch, and then with a scream, I start coming.

Wave after wave hits me, and I let them hear just how much they’re wrecking me in the best way.

They give me a little bit of time to come down, but then Rhett is on me. He kisses me gently and has me lift my head.

“I’m going to blindfold you,” he says. “You know the drill.”

I do, but I really don’t think I’m going to need my safe word tonight. Not when being blindfolded by another silk ribbon makes everything else feel so much more than before.

One of them touches me, Lennox, I decide, from the slight tremor in the hand. It skims over my chest, tweaking my nipples and easing wax off my skin.

Then one of them settles between my legs, hiking my hips up until my legs are draped over his shoulders.

A thick, hot weight nudges at my pussy, and when I feel the size and the piercings, I know it’s Rhett. He works his way into me, bottoming out and taking my breath away.

No matter how many times we do this, I never get used to how big he is and how good it feels.

He starts fucking me, his hips slapping against my skin, his fingers digging in as he holds on to me.

It feels so good, the heat of the pleasure coursing through me, the feeling of the wax on my skin. I can’t see Sawyer and Lennox, but I know they’re there, watching. The weight of their gazes is on me, and that just adds to the sensation.

“Look at how fucking well you take it,” Rhett pants. “Taking this cock like you were made for it.”

My head spins, and I moan his name, pulling on the ribbon because I want to touch him. But it brings me up short, and the thrill of that jolts down my spine.

“Tell us how it feels,” Lennox says. “Let us hear you.”

“It’s so good,” I moan. “It feels so good. I’m so—” My words sputter out when Rhett pulls out of me, and I make a noise of disappointment at being empty. My pussy clenches around nothing, clearly wanting something long and thick to fill the void.

I don’t have long to wait. The bed dips as Rhett moves and then dips again. I feel another cock stroking around my entrance, and I gasp when it shoves its way into me.

From the way the piercings feel, I can tell it’s Sawyer. His hands go right to where his brother’s were, holding on to me as he sets a hard and fast pace.

He fucks me deep, barely letting me adjust to the differences in his cock and Rhett’s.

“You have no idea,” he groans. “How badly we’ve been wanting you this week. We’ve been planning this and driving ourselves crazy with waiting for you to be here. Imagining you like this, tied down and ready for us. You’ll take what we give you, won’t you, Peaches?”

I cry out when his cock hits the right spot inside me, nodding wildly as warmth builds in my belly. “Yes! Whatever you want. Please, don’t stop.”