Three Christmas Wishes - Krista Wolf Page 0,66
whoever was brushing their lips sexily against mine. I tried to reach for them, but forgot my hands were tied.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I breathed. “My body is yours.”
“Good.”
“Now kiss me,” I gasped in frustration.
“No.”
A hot mouth slid over my neck, nibbling the skin there. Simultaneously, two mouths closed over both my breasts…
Holy fucking SHIT.
I was being kissed by three gorgeous men, kneaded by six hands, thirty fingers. The stimulation was overwhelming. My senses, already heightened by not being able to see, were off the charts with overload.
Fuck!
I flailed, and two hands clamped my legs to the bed. Some else dove between my legs, plunging their tongue inside me. This time they kept it there, thrusting it in and out. Three fingers slid down my belly, to start rubbing my clit at the same time. They were fingers that didn’t belong to whoever was feasting on me, and the knowledge of such a thing made my pussy gush.
“Ohhh… oh please…”
I could feel an orgasm coming on fast. I wanted to grab his head — whoever it was — and shove myself deeper into his mouth. I wanted to feel his hair between my fingers as I rolled my fist tight.
“Don’t stop…”
I shoved myself upward, even as two hands grabbed my ankles. They pinned me down, keeping me from fulfilling the full movement.
Somehow though, the restraint only excited me further.
“We can tie your legs down if you don’t stop,” I heard someone murmur. Valerio, maybe. Or even Kade.
“Or?” I dared ask.
“Or we can leave them free, so you can wrap your thighs tightly around the head of whoever makes you come.” The voice leaned in so close a pair of lips brushed against my ear. “We know you like that.”
Oh my GOD! The idea of it sounded so amazing, especially right now. Desperate for release, I nodded an enthusiastic yes.
“If we let you come,” another voice chimed in.
Two hands slid to either side of my face, and another tongue slid into my mouth. We kissed, and kissed, then kissed some more. I was passed left and right, to kiss different lovers, from different angles. They kept switching off between my legs, each of them getting a taste of me. It was a sweet, musky taste they transferred into my mouth, as they rotated back to kissing me all over again.
“Please make me come,” I gasped after a time. “I want it. I need it…”
I had the urge to buck upward, hard. Explode like a bomb into that sucking, churning mouth. But I needed my hands. I needed to wrap my thighs, the way they’d already guessed. I had to hold myself tight against that hot, swirling tongue, and rub myself with just the right pressure to bring about that sweet, blissful release.
“You’re ours,” the voice whispered again.
“Yours,” I repeated.
“Not just in body, but in everything.”
I thrashed as the tongue continued, ever so lightly teasing my button. Driving me insane with want, with need…
The blindfold slipped. Someone was moving it. I blinked a few times, and saw myself staring up into the face of Brock.
“You’re our girl now, Sloane. All of us. We want your mind, your body, your soul. Every piece that makes up the puzzle of the person we fell in love with.”
His voice was sweet, soft, longing. And he was smiling down at me. So was Kade.
“We’ve fallen in love with you,” he murmured. “We couldn’t help it. You’re too goddamn enormous of a person. Too smart, too sexy, too brilliant.”
Somewhere down below, Valerio continued devouring me. My mouth fell open. My eyes unfocused, even as my heart threatened to burst out of my chest.
“You’ve made us whole,” said Brock. “We never want to be without you.”
Kade was nodding, slowly. Staring past his square-set jaw with those piercing, hazel eyes.
“Stay with us. Be with us,” Brock continued. “No matter what happens. No matter what anyone says.”
I gasped, choking in my own lust. But also in my love for them. In my elation at what they were saying, what they were suggesting.
“No matter what anyone says…” I breathed.
It was exactly what I wanted.
Brock smiled, then bent to kiss me. As he did, Valerio buried his face hard — so incredible, awesomely hard — against my dripping heat.
“Now come,” Brock said, whispering the words into my open mouth. “Because this is just the beginning.”
My legs flexed, my thighs locked tightly around both sides of Valerio’s head…
For the next half minute, I saw nothing but shooting stars.
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SLOANE
They waited until the last throes of