Page 18 of Their Little Snow Angel
He’s right—it feels incredible. But he pulls out, kissing me and saying, “Just a second. If you want to experiment with kinky things, a threesome with two men should be high up on your list.”
“I never thought to hope for that much,” I admit.
Brody helps me off of Heath. “Then it’s a Christmas surprise.”
Heath and Brody rearrange me so I’m on my hands and knees on the rug. Heath gets on his knees in front of me, his cock right in front of my face, wet with my arousal. Brody moves behind me. He spreads my ass cheeks, then reaches below to touch my clit. I buck backward against him.
“Condom first,” he mutters to himself. A second later, foil tears and he moves closer, his thighs touching the backs of mine.
“Lick me, angel.” Heath cups my cheek and tilts my face up. “Stick out your tongue.”
I do as he says. His cock, still in the condom, tastes like me. It also tastes a little bit like gingerbread, because I’d purchased the Christmas flavors at the store. I swirl my tongue over it.
Heath groans. “Your mouth is as heavenly as your pussy, angel.”
“And this pussy”—Brody eases in—“is fucking magical.”
Brody fills me just as well as Heath did, with sure, shallow strokes at first. When he goes all the way in, his pelvis nudges against the plug in my ass.
Heath presses into my mouth, his finger tracing my lips around his thickness as he goes. “So pretty.”
“Isn’t she, though?” Brody runs his hands over my hips.
I warm at the praise. I curl my tongue around Heath, licking and sucking. Brody grabs my ponytail, lightly tugging my head back. It causes me to look up at Heath as I suck him. He’s beautiful, like a conquering, vengeful god looking down on me while I attempt to pleasure him.
And Brody’s cock fills me perfectly, every stroke moving the plug in my ass. He hums the beginning of “O Christmas Tree” and jostles the plug with his hand, vibrating it slightly.
My body feels like a circuit, taking in electricity, redistributing it, getting hotter and hotter with the power of our movement. The friction of the men’s cocks, moving within me, spreads even more warm delight. If I didn’t know it wasn’t possible, I might think live sparks were coming out of my fingers and toes.
“You’re going to come, angel, aren’t you?” Brody’s voice has gotten impossibly low, and he thrusts faster. He keeps a hold of my ponytail with one hand and moves his other to my front. He finds my clit and rubs it in tight little circles.
I moan and close my eyes in response. It’s good, so good.
“Look at me when you come.” Heath touches my cheek, reclaiming my attention.
His hazel eyes are directly on mine as my orgasm washes through me. My sounds are muffled around his cock.
Brody groans and slams into me a final time, his length pulsing as he comes. Heath, too, looks down at me with a muttered, “Fuck,” his eyes intent on mine. He’s still in the condom, so all I taste is gingerbread. I wish I could taste him, all of him. Brody, too.
“Fucking amazing, angel.” Brody pulls out of me, but smooths his hands over my ass and hips the entire time, like he can’t bear to stop touching me. But eventually he does. Heath, too. I feel their loss keenly.
I’m surprised to be this emotional after just one interlude of sex. But on the other hand, I’ve crushed on them, watched them, thought about them a hundred times already. Maybe I’m already halfway to being in love, I don’t know. I do know it’s inappropriate because they can’t possibly feel the same. It’s too soon.
Heath eases the plug out of my ass while Brody gets up and walks to the bathroom. When Brody returns, he’s holding damp washcloths. They clean me up, their hands never leaving my body. Heath grabs a throw blanket from the back of the couch and wraps it around me, and Brody tugs me into his lap.
“What did you think of all that?” Brody asks, his blue eyes intent on mine. “Did it live up to your expectations?”
“It went far beyond my expectations.” I nestle against his chest.
“Ours, too.” Heath collapses next to us.
Brody squeezes me against him. “I can’t wait to do it again. Hey. What’s that buzzing sound?”
We glance around.
Heath points to my phone on the side table. “There’s the culprit.”
Brody laughs. “Oh good, I was worried one of our angel’s vibrators went rogue.”
