Page 54 of Theirs for the Holidays

The spray feels good as it beats down on me, washing me clean, leaving me naked, wet, and turned on. My nipples are pebbled, and I trace them with my fingers, gasping at the zing of sensation that the touch sends down to my pussy. It clenches around nothing, so I let my hand wander along with my thoughts.

I think about Lennox, closing my eyes and giving in to it. I think about the way he touched me and I mimic the touch, setting my stance wider so I can spread my legs more and have more room to work with. I can imagine he’s here right now, his body tight behind mine, one arm holding me to the firm planesof his chest while his hand delves between my legs, seeking out my clit with precision.

He already knows my body to some extent, and I bet there would be confidence there as he navigated it again, relearning all my curves and the way I like to be touched.

Sawyer flits into my mind next. My head is filled with the memory of the way his breath brushed my lips when he spoke to me at the bakery.

It’s not hard to carry that thought further, to what it would have been like if he’d kissed me with all that pent up desire. Earlier I entertained the idea of him bending me over the worktop at the bakery, and I sink into that fantasy for a while, imagining him putting a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet while he made me feel so good. A low, desperate moan spills out of my mouth, echoing in the shower around me

I press the heel of my hand against my clit, giving myself something to grind against while my fingers tease at my entrance. I’m already soaked, the slick, slippery feeling of my arousal just amplifying everything.

My hips buck forward as the thoughts in my head shift to Rhett. He’s touched me the least, but I remember the way he looked at me when he admitted me sitting in his lap got him hard.

I think about him chopping wood, muscles rippling in the sun. He makes it look so effortless. The swing of the axe keeping time with the pulse of my body. His hands are strong and probably rough from working outside, and I imagine callouses sliding over my skin, those big hands cupping my breasts, my hips, my ass.

My clit pulses, spikes of pleasure and desire shooting through me. My inner walls clench again, wanting something inside. I swallow hard and line myself up with the dildo on the shower wall.

I have to bend over a little, and when I feel the thick, blunt head of it probing at me, my stomach swoops with need. It’s so close to what I want right now, so close to how I remember Lennox’s cock being, and I spread my legs wider, working my hips back so it can start sliding into me.

The first press makes my breath catch, all thoughts flying out of my head as everything winnows down to just this. Just the stretch of my body as I push back more, seating the dildo inside me until I’m stuffed full.

I’m out of breath, panting and groaning. My body clenches around the heavy silicone, and that feels fucking amazing. It’s not quite close to the real thing, smooth where most cocks have veins and variations in the shaft, but when I start moving, it still feels fucking good.

I work my hips, fucking myself on the dildo without caring how it looks or what it sounds like. There’s a wet, slapping noise that echoes over the shower, and I moan, reaching up to play with my nipples.

Heat surges, every pinch and pull on the sensitive buds just taking me higher and higher.

I think about other hands on me, working me up, finding out the places to touch me that will get me even closer to that white hot pleasure I crave. I think about careful hands, rough hands, restless hands, pinching my nipple harder than I anticipated and reveling in the pulse of want that follows.

Lennox was a little rough with me that night, even while being so gentle and good. And I bet his brothers would follow that example, making sure I felt every bit of what they were doing to me.

I play with my clit with one hand, thumbing at it while I fuck the dildo deeper into me. It’s so easy to lose track of time and what’s happening outside this room. Here, there’s just pleasure in the humid wetness of the shower. Just my moans echoing offthe tiles, the desperate buck of my hips as I try to take the toy even deeper over and over again.

It feels so fucking good. My head is spinning and sensation dances through me until even the trickle of water down my thighs and over my chest is enough to have me wanting more. And still with all that, it’s not quite enough. It’s maddeningly close to scratching that itch fully, but it comes just short of it, leaving me even more desperate for it.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Come on, please. I’m so close, come on.” I start to move faster, harder, needing more fullness, more intensity. My ass hits the shower wall with a wet slap, and something promising rocks through me.

I chase that feeling, doing it again and again. The dildo hits a spot deep inside me, and I nearly scream out loud—definitely louder than I meant to.

All of a sudden, the bathroom door bursts open. My eyes fly open in shock, and I look up to see Rhett standing there in the door way. He has full view of what I’m doing, bent over and stuffed full, breasts hanging and swaying with my panting.

Our gazes lock, and my heart stutters in my chest.

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My cheeks flush,dark and hot.

I feel frozen, locked in place, my head spinning and my heart pounding. And the whole time Rhett is just standing there, face unreadable. He looks just as frozen as I am, just as shocked to be in this position, and I can’t believe he caught me like this. I thought I was being so careful, waiting until all of them were out of the house to indulge in my fantasies.

Rhett doesn’t look away, and time must be ticking on, stretching out to make this moment longer than it needs to be, but I don’t think either of us feel it.

All I can feel is embarrassment. It’s like a bucket of cold water to the face. I was trying to get these men out of my system. A moment of indulging in this before I shoved it away, hopefully forever. I definitely didn’t want any of them to know that I felt like this. That I was desperate and pent up and horny enough to do this.

My mouth opens, like there’s anything I can say to make this less awkward, and then closes again. Because what can I say? Sorry? I didn’t mean for you to see me like this? I think that’s pretty obvious as it is.

It takes a few more seconds, but something in my brain goes ‘get off the dildo, idiot’, and my cheeks go a shade darker before I start to slide off the toy. But before I can, Rhett speaks.