Three Christmas Wishes - Krista Wolf Page 0,23

of being in awe. And although we’d drank deeply of her, tasting her until her mind spun with pleasure… it was we who were the ones left in a daze.

Brock wanted her badly, but Kade was ready to fight him tooth and nail. When I told them both I was practically in love with her, they didn’t laugh. They didn’t even question it.

We had a major problem, of course. There was one of her and three of us. We’d probably already overwhelmed her, and there was a good likelihood the three of us had scared her off for good.

And then she’d shown back up the next day, and rocked our world with how unexpectedly cool she was at handling the whole thing.

For the rest of the week, all we thought about was her. How things would go. How she’d handle taking us all on a date, and whether it was seriously a “date” date, or just—

My thoughts were disrupted as she shifted again, this time moving to the other side of me. She smiled at me along the way, giving the base of my shaft an affectionate squeeze before lowering her wet mouth over Brock’s own throbbing erection.

He hissed like a snake as she took him all the way down.

This is totally surreal.

Brock and Kade were my two closest friends. We’d done a lot of things together. We’d seen a lot of shit.

But nothing even remotely close to this.

“Mmmmmmmm…” Sloane hummed, moaning from Brock’s lap. Her hat was bobbing steadily between his thighs, the little white pom-pom dancing with every movement. It made me jealous. Jealous that I wasn’t the one getting that attention right now, even though I knew I was up next.

But watching that body move! Seeing her writhing there on her knees, twisting that ass high in the air as she blew the balls off my friend…

I just couldn’t wait.

Without another word I slid to the floor, positioning myself behind her. Sloane didn’t slow down for an instant. Even as I hiked her Santa-skirt up over the curve of her perfectly round ass, she never stopped working on Brock.

“Is this off-limits?” I asked, running my three middle fingers up and down through her panty-covered crotch. The lacy white fabric was drenched with her arousal. Totally soaked through.

“I was going to bring you all off in my mouth,” she said, temporarily pulling Brock free from her lips. “Just like you did to me.” She chuckled playfully. “And then maybe cover you with a blanket and just drive away.”

I hooked her panties with my thumb and moved them aside. Naked against my fingers, her glistening sex was swollen and throbbing with need.

“And now?” I asked teasingly, letting my middle finger slip inside.

Sloane sighed, screwing her ass back against my hand. With Brock’s manhood still pressed against her gorgeous face she grinned back at me over her shoulder.

“I guess I wouldn’t object to you boys opening an early present,” she winked.

Nineteen

SLOANE

I let out a long, satisfied groan as he slid inside, filling me up. Giving me something I hadn’t had in weeks, maybe months actually… and even then, certainly not anywhere near this good. Definitely not this big and thick and—

“Ohhhh my Goddddd!”

I didn’t even realize I was talking. The words just sort of came out as Valerio gripped my hips and buried himself home. His cock was thick and hard and filled me up beautifully, in ways I’d always wished and hoped for. But when he pulled back, only to push in again? To keep drilling me over and over from behind, with that deep, steady rhythm?

My eyes rolled back, and my mind lost all focus.

Jesus, Sloane.

I really hadn’t meant to go this far. Then again, hadn’t I? What was happening now was inevitable. It wasn’t like I could go back to being friends with these guys, or just trade oral favors back and forth to the beautiful music of the holiday season.

No, as bizarre as the whole thing was, it also felt like a fulfillment. Strangely, it didn’t matter that there were three of them. In fact, that was the appeal of the whole thing for me. Not just sexually either, because the guys went together, socially and otherwise. Having less than three of them would’ve felt less normal somehow.

In truth, they made me laugh together, held my hands together. They touched my heart together, in bringing me all those lights and ornaments, and then helping me set up the most beautiful Christmas tree I could’ve ever imagined.

These