Page 76 of Theirs for the Holidays

Sawyer’s fingers work my clit, alternating between circling the sensitive nub and rubbing it with his thumb. I do clench around his cock, and he hisses at the feeling because it’s probably oversensitive for him.

But he doesn’t stop.

Rhett and Lennox don’t hold back either.

Lennox still has a hold of my hand, and he kisses the back of it before trailing kisses up my arm. Rhett leans in and takes his turn kissing me, capturing my lips in a rough, messy rush.

Between the three of them, they find sensitive spots that I didn’t even know I had. Lennox mouths at my shoulder, sinking his teeth in just a bit, just enough to give me that thrilling edge of pain that sends jolts of pleasure through me.

Rhett’s tongue lays its own claim in my mouth, coaxing mine to tangle with it as he kisses me until I’m even more breathless.

And Sawyer keeps up with working my clit, rubbing and teasing it until my pussy is spasming around his cock.

I was already close to the edge before, from everything that’s been happening, but now I’m right there, teetering on the very brink of it. Heat and sensation burn under my skin, making me gasp and arch, writhing under the three of them on the bed.

My pussy pulses with the need to come, and I whimper when Rhett pulls back from the kiss. “I’m close,” I manage to say. “I’m so close, oh fuck.”

“Good girl,” Rhett growls, and the deep tone of his voice makes my toes curl. “We want to see it.”

“I want to feel it,” Sawyer adds. He moves his hips a little, pressing deeper into me.

“Come for us, Violet. Let us see how gorgeous you are when you’re coming apart just for us.”

Their words combined with their touches are enough to send me spiraling into my second orgasm of the night. My breathing hitches, and a cry spills from my lips. I can’t be still on the bed, trembling and squirming as wave after wave of deep pleasure crashes over me.

It takes my breath away, and I have to struggle to remember how to get air in as I float on a wave of endorphins and release.

“That was so good,” I pant when I can make words come out again. “Oh my god.”

The three of them smirk, and it’s funny how nearly identical the look is on their faces. I start coming down from the high of such a good orgasm, but none of them stop touching me.

Sawyer’s hand is still busy between my legs, and Rhett moves to palm at my breasts again. My heart stutters in my chest and I look at them, surprised.

Lennox lets the smirk grow on his face. “I meant what I said,” he says. “You can come at least once more like this for us. I know you can.”

My mouth falls open, not to argue, even though I have my doubts, but in surprise. There’s nothing in it for them if I come again like this, since they’re not fucking me, but that doesn’t seem to matter. All three of them seem more focused on trying to wring as much pleasure from me as they can, and that goes right to my head. And down to my pussy as well.

Lennox and Rhett tease my nipples, pinching and twisting at them, and they take turns kissing my neck and my lips, never letting me get a moment to catch my breath.

Sawyer slows down with the teasing between my legs, knowing how sensitive I already am, but the heat there is still building. Every time his fingers brush my clit, there’s a fresh jolt of pleasure, and it’s like a doubled edge sword.

It’s just this side of pain, deeper into pleasure, and it’s very intense. But it feels good. Something about the combination ofthem touching me and praising me and whispering dirty things, and the fact that they’re giving me all this attention because they want to.

“You can do it for us,” Rhett is saying. He kisses a hot trail down my neck. “Does it feel good?”

I nod, breathless.

It takes a bit longer, but the tightening in my belly starts gradually before spreading through the rest of my body. I start moaning nonsense, just broken pleas for them not to stop as the pleasure grows.

Of course they don’t stop. They’re as invested in my pleasure as I am right now.

When I finally come, it’s full body and intense. I snap tight like a rubber band, back arching and muscles going tense. My pussy clenches around Sawyer’s cock, like there’s something left to milk from him, and he hisses at the sensation.

“That’s it,” Lennox says. “Good girl. You look so good like this.”

I feel sweaty and flushed, but for once, I don’t doubt his words. With the hungry, appreciative way they’re all looking at me, it’s hard to feel self-conscious or worried about my appearance, no matter how messy I probably look.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Sawyer groans again.