Page 124 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
Liam’s fingers continue to stroke along my inner thigh.
Every time he comes close to where I’m aching, he retreats, dragging the anticipation out until my breath is coming in shallow pulls.
Jack watches all of this with interest—every tick in my expression, every little gasp that leaves me.
He soaks it in, drinks it up, and demands more when he tilts his hips up into me to grind himself deeper.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
I lean back into Reece without meaning to, my head finding the solid line of his shoulder.
He makes a low, approving sound and slips one hand lower, his fingertips brushing over Liam’s as they both touch me at once.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
I want and want and want.
My body moves like it’s theirs. Maybe it always has been.
I move faster without meaning to, chasing something I can’t quite name.
My skin is burning under their hands, my pulse wild and erratic.
Liam’s touch presses more firmly now, timed perfectly with the rise and fall of my hips, and the sound that tears out of me is desperate.
Somewhere under the rush in my ears, under the heat and the pull of their voices telling me“Good girl”, coaxing me“That’s it, baby,”promising me“We’ve got you,”is another one far more sinister.
It’s quieter. Colder.
It whispers,“What if this is the last time they touch you like this? What if tomorrow, everything is ruined?”
I push it away.
I pusheverythingaway until it’s just this moment.
Jack’s grip on my hips is bruising now, guiding me down onto him harder, deeper.
Liam and Reece’s hands move in a perfect rhythm, sending me right over the edge.
“That’s it. Let it happen,” Reece says, voice so low it’s practically a growl.
His hand slides from my ribs to my throat, giving it just enough pressure to make the world narrow to this one singular moment.
The sound that rips out of me is nothing I can control, a raw, helpless, almost a sob as the wave takes me.
My whole body locks around Jack, every muscle seizing before it breaks, melting into pure sensation.
Heat flares behind my eyes, the string of fairy lights blurring into a halo of gold.
Jack groans, pulling me flush against him, holding me steady as he empties into me.
Liam’s touch softens but doesn’t leave me, easing me through every aftershock until I’m trembling and leaning slack into Reece’s awaiting arms.
For a few moments, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing.
Reece presses a kiss to the curve of my shoulder and eases me back to get a better hold of me, keeping me upright.
