Page 83 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
His palm comes up to cradle my jaw, tilting my head just enough for his mouth to find mine in a kiss that steals the air right out of my lungs.
I groan, the sound pitched and helpless.
Liam is already shifting closer, his hand slipping beneath the edge of the blankets.
His fingers are warm when they curl around the hem of the sleep shirt I’d borrowed from him just before bed, the fabric bunching slowly in his grip.
The brush of his knuckles against my bare skin sends a shiver skating up my spine.
Within minutes, the covers are gone, tossed carelessly to the foot of the bed, and the quiet rustle of fabric fills the space as shirts, sweats, and underwear are pulled away and discarded to the floor.
I lose myself in the rhythm of them—Reece’s mouth sliding down the column of my throat, his breath hot and damp as he sucks on my skin, while Liam’s hands move to reach between my legs, parting them to touch me.
His touch is sure, almost lazy at first, as though he’s savoring every second before he really gives me what I want.
His fingers find that sensitive bundle of nerves, and the moment he starts rubbing slow, deliberate circles over my clit, my breath catches in my throat.
I swear I can feel every heartbeat there.
The sensation coils low in my stomach, tightening with each stroke until I’m practically vibrating with need.
My hips twitch without me meaning to, chasing more of him, and that’s when I hear the low rumble of his chuckle right against my ear.
“Someone’s eager this morning.”
Oh, I am.
More than that.
It’s like I’m lit from the inside, this unquenchable need, and I’m slipping deeper into it the longer the two of them take from me.
When Liam’s fingers press just a little deeper, slipping two of them into me with a slow, steady push, I gasp against Reece’s mouth.
He groans in response, his teeth grazing against my lips before his tongue soothes the sting.
Liam curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes my body go weak.
The world narrows down to heat and skin and breathless little sounds I can’t hold back.
They take their time with me, drawing it out until I’m trembling and begging, until all I can do is let them pull me apart and put me back together again in the same breath.
“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
I obey without even thinking, and Liam takes the opportunity to slide his fingers out of me, his touch gliding a wet trail down my thighs just long enough to make them tremble.
Reece moves away, pulling my attention toward him.
He’s seriously gorgeous, has the kind of body any woman would want to touch just to see if it feels as good as it looks.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s moving between my spread thighs, his hand brushing Liam’s as they switch roles without a word.
Liam mouths languidly at the side of my neck the way Reece had a moment ago.
His teeth scrape just enough to make me shiver before his lips soothe the sting too.
His big hands come up to cup my breasts, squeezing the heavy weight of them in his palms.
Reece is the opposite, impatient in how he touches me.
