Page 13 of Courting the Krampus
The sound of two males simultaneously scenting the air, has my pussy clenching around nothing.
“Mmm, doesn’t she smell good, Jas?”
“So sweet. I bet she tastes even better.”
“Want to find out?” I pipe up, needing someone to touch me before I do it myself.
“You could ask nicely, Natalie. Ask Jasper to stick his fingers in that sweet cunt of yours so I can lick them clean. I want to see if you taste as good as you smell.”
Holy fuck. A shiver races down my spine at Cole’s filthy words and I arch instinctively against Jasper, grinding against the thick cock lodged against my ass.
“Please,” I breathe, incapable of more eloquent requests.
Jasper, being the merciful male that he is, lets go of my hands, patting me in a motion to let me know I’m not to move my arms. His hands skate down the outside of my legs before turning back, repeating the motion on the inside of my thighs. I watch as he skims over my tattoo band that circles my upper thigh, the tattoo we share almost blending seamlessly with its design.
My heart hammers inside my chest, but I know I’m not alone. Behind me, Jasper’s chest rises and falls in tandem with mine, and on the other side of the couch, Cole stares at us like it’s Christmas and we’re his shiny new toys.
“Oh, darling,” Jasper groans as his fingers meet some of the moisture that has made its way through my panties and onto my inner thighs. His fingers move over my tiny black thong and traces the seam of my pussy.
“Cole, these panties are ruined for us. They’re absolutely soaked through.”
“Better to take them off then. Natalie only deserves the best. Here, let me help.”
I look up as Cole comes to stand in front of us, focusing on my parted lips before meeting my eyes again. Silently, I nod at him, giving him permission to do whatever he wants with my body.
Cole sinks to his knees between my spread thighs and hooks his fingers in the sides of my thong, gently maneuvering it down my legs.
My breath hitches and a hot, reckless flutter takes flight deep in my stomach as Cole’s gaze zeroes in on Jasper’s finger spearing my soaked core. Jasper pulls it out and adds a second finger, pumping it in and out, as I mewl with need. The obscene sloppy sounds of my arousal fill the room, accompanied by my panting and the labored breathing coming from the males.
Hands still resting on my spread knees, Cole tells Jasper, “Taste her.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is so hot. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Jasper brings his fingers to his mouth and I move my head to the side to watch as he sucks them clean. His eyes roll back in his head and a moan rumbles out of him like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Sugar cookies,” Jasper says breathily with a dopey grin adoring his face.
“What?” I ask, unsure if I heard him correctly.
“Let me taste,” Cole demands.
Doing something unexpected, Cole stands up and leans over me to kiss Jasper. He collars the much larger male, fingers digging into Jasper’s jaw as he holds his head still to devour his mouth. My pussy must be dripping onto the floor at this rate. This is just getting hotter and hotter.
As they kiss, Jasper’s fingers return to my cunt and pump in and out while grinding his palm against my clit.
Cole breaks the kiss and looks at me, lips wet and swollen from their hungry kisses. “Sugar cookies,” he confirms.
Then, he leans down and claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. There’s nothing shy or tentative about it. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, and I try to meet him stroke for stroke while my pussy tightens around Jasper’s fingers, now crooked inside of me and rubbing against the perfect spot. Cole’s fingers weave into my hair and he angles my head just where he wants me, demanding I surrender to him—to them. I grip Jasper’s arm while I fist Cole’s T-shirt with the other hand, drawing them both closer to me, wanting more and more and more.
With one hand still around Jasper’s throat, Cole speaks against my lips, but his words are for Jasper, “Make her come while I swallow her screams.”
“Yes, sir,” Jasper says. He instantly adds a third finger and I relish the stretch, rocking my hips into his hand as he plays my body like it’s his own.
Cole licks against my mouth and I open for him, and together our tongues duel in an ancient dance that was choreographed just for them. He swallows all my whimpers, my moans, and I feel myself giving more to these two males than just my pleasure.
My orgasm builds low in my spine, and my thighs tremble. Sensations light my veins on fire as the males drive me close to the edge.
“Come for us, Natalie. Now,” Cole demands, and his words shove me right over.
