Page 160 of Theirs for the Holidays

He laughs, sounding strained and breathless already. “We’re not gonna stop until we’re all satisfied. I can promise you that.”

His cock grinds into me, and I can feel the sparks of my orgasm starting up. If I wasn’t blindfolded, I’d have my eyes closed, but as it is, the lack of sight just makes me feel it all the more.

Hands land on my tits, and I can’t tell if they’re Sawyer’s or if one of his brothers is adding to the stimulation. Either way, the strong fingers rolling and plucking at my nipples just have me crying out for more.

Heat gathers between my legs, and Sawyer slams forward twice more, and that’s all it takes. I’m crying out his name, clenching around him as I come hard for him. For all of them.

“Good girl,” Lennox says. “Very good. That’s one.”

I open my mouth to ask what that means, but then Sawyer is pulling out of me, and Lennox is taking his place.

I’m oversensitive, and it’s just the edge of too much when he pushes inside. I squirm on the bed, tugging at the ribbons, but there’s nowhere to go. There’s nothing to do but take it as he fucks into me.

I’m so slick from my own orgasm and arousal, and Lennox makes good use of it. He fucks me even harder than Sawyer did,taking advantage of the aftershocks of my orgasm to really press into the pleasure.

I barely have time to breathe, let alone steady myself, and it only takes a few minutes before I’m tipping headfirst into another orgasm, screaming with it.

My nails bite into my own palms from how tightly my fists ball up, but I barely notice it. All I can concentrate on is how good this feels and how every nerve in my body is screaming out in pleasure at the same time.

I expect Lennox to come like that, buried inside me, but instead he pulls away, and then Rhett takes his place again.

With dawning arousal, I realize they’re not done with me.

It goes on like that, the three of them taking turns fucking me, riling me up, and then switching places. I lose track of who’s making me come, just giving myself over to the feeling of their hands and mouths and their cocks inside me.

After a couple rounds, the aftershocks never really go away, and one orgasm rolls into the next in an endless cycle of pleasure and overstimulation.

Tears are leaking out of my eyes eventually, and every touch just makes me even more sensitive.

At one point I end up begging to be released. “I want to touch you,” I gasp out. “Please, please, let me touch you.”

Lennox unties me, and my hands go to his shoulders immediately, holding on for dear life.

My body trembles, and I’m so wet it must be staining the sheets by now. Of course then Lennox comes hard, groaning my name and pumping his release into me, and that makes even more of a mess.

Rhett is next, fucking me using his brother’s cum to slick the way, and when he comes, he pulls out, shooting it all over my stomach. My skin is so sensitive that even that makes me arch with pleasure.

Sawyer is last, and he lasts for another five minutes before he’s swearing heatedly and finishing as well.

I feel wrung out, sweaty and sticky, and more satisfied than I can remember being on any Christmas Eve before.

All three of them help to untie me completely, and Sawyer eases the blindfold away, letting light flood back into my senses.

They rub the marks left by the ribbon, and then we all collapse onto the bed in a heap.

From the big picture window in the bedroom, I can see that there’s snow falling gently outside. This far outside the city, it’s so quiet and peaceful, the snow just adding to the atmosphere.

I let out a contented sigh, nuzzling down between the men I love.

“It’s after midnight,” Lennox murmurs, squinting at his phone. “Merry Christmas.”

I smile at that, feeling warm as they all pull me close. “I think it’s going to be the best Christmas ever.”