Three Christmas Wishes - Krista Wolf Page 0,21

for my boyfriend, though I’d never gotten around to it. And I was thankful for that, because it enabled me to buy it for them.

“Lights dim?” I called from the bedroom, poking my head out.

“Check,” I heard one of them say.

“Everyone in their spots? Music ready?”

They didn’t have much more than a speaker hooked up to one of their phones, but I was okay with that. Somebody mumbled something. A few seconds later, Last Christmas began playing, filling the room with its distinctive drum beat and happy, 80’s melody.

“Wham?” I giggled, still only half in the room.

“Hey, it’s a Christmas song,” said Valerio. “Don’t knock it.”

“Nobody’s knocking it,” I said, emerging finally. “Actually it’s one of my favorites.”

My heart was racing again, this time in a good way as I stepped into the living room. I felt three-quarters naked, which of course I was. But also strangely okay. Like I was pulling off some kind of a sexy dare.

“Holy shit…” more than one of the boys swore.

I was in a red fur-lined corset, with a matching white Santa skirt. It was more of a mini-skirt actually, because it barely came down to the bottoms of my ass-cheeks. A pair of silk panties completed the outfit, in white lace so delicate it was almost not even there.

Oh yeah, and of course I was wearing a Santa hat with a big fluffy pom-pom, perched atop my head.

I strutted my way over to where they sat on the couch, letting my body sway seductively in tune to the song. At the last minute I spun away however, and disappeared into the kitchen.

“What the—”

After quickly sacking the fridge, I returned with three cold beers. I wasn’t sure if the ones they were already drinking were empty or not, but considering what I was about to do I figured they could use a fresh round.

“Santa came early this year,” said Brock, reaching for the beer I handed him.

I nodded merrily. “Sure did.”

“I don’t see any presents though.”

Smiling, I unscrewed the cap from a second bottle and handed it over to Valerio. He took it eagerly, his eyes glued to my swaying body.

“Well were you a good boy?”

“Come sit on my lap and find out,” Brock promised.

I laughed and wagged a finger at him. “Good boys are patient. You know that right?”

I was enjoying this. Rolling my hips to the slow steady beat, as the three of them undressed me with their eyes, shamelessly, from head to toe.

“You’ll get your presents soon enough,” I teased, spinning in a slow circle. My skirt flared up just a tiny bit from the movement, but it was enough. “I guess it’s all a matter of who goes first.”

In unscrewing and handing the third cold beer to Kade, I dropped one of the bottle caps.

“Oops.”

Spreading my legs and turning my back to them, I bent over theatrically to pick it up. I couldn’t see their faces, but I could definitely imagine them. From that angle, the boys got a full view of everything.

“Fuck me,” one of them swore under his breath. I laughed.

“Maybe,” I shrugged a single shoulder. “But also maybe not.”

I saw the confusion and concern in their eyes, as I turned back to face them. Still laughing, I dropped eagerly to my knees.

“Let’s see… who was a good boy today?”

They were stripped down to their boxers, just as I’d asked. Side by side by side on the long couch, their almost-naked bodies looked warm and delicious.

I took the lucky guy in the middle first, who happened to be Valerio. Spreading his thighs with my hands, I tended to the significant bulge in his boxers by nuzzling my face right up against it.

“Mmmmm…” I purred. “Why don’t you get this thing out for me.”

He didn’t waste a millisecond. In all the time it took to blink his boxers were around his knees, and his cock was staring me in the face. It was as smooth and beautiful as his rippled stomach, with a thick, perfectly-cut head. Grabbing him around the base, I closed my mouth over it…

… and swallowed him down, as deep as I could go.

“Ohh fuck…” he groaned.

I’d been thinking about this all week. Dying to get a taste of them, as they’d had of me. I’d imagined how powerful it would feel, giving them this much pleasure even from my knees. But there was one thing I hadn’t counted on:

How unexpectedly thrilling it was, performing before the others.

As Valerio’s hands sifted gently into my hair, I