Page 40 of Courting the Krampus
Natalie’s smirk softens for a fraction of a second before turning playful. “You just lie back like a good boy and let me take care of your cock. Okay, puppy?”
“Puppy? I’d like to think I’m more of an alpha.”
“Prove it.”
I flip us and pin Natalie under me, capturing her wrists with my right hand. I pinch her left nipple and ask, “Who’s the puppy now?”
The moan from her is delicious and I thrust my hips lightly, sinking in another inch. “That’s it. Spread these legs for me. Let me get nice and deep. I want to see your stomach bulging with my cock.”
Panting, Natalie squirms on my cock until I slide in halfway. I rub gentle circles around her clit, giving her a moment to adjust as I watch a beautiful flush spread across her cheeks, down her neck, tinting even her chest.
Out of the corner of my eye, I note Cole entering the room again, carrying all the blankets from the bed and dropping them in a heap next to us. “I like the idea of fucking on a hard floor, but someone’s going to end up bruised if we don’t cushion it a little.”
“I just— I can’t—” Natalie stammers. “Please, more.”
Feeling particularly naughty, I pull out an inch. “You’re the one who said you like edging, right?”
Natalie growls at me and tries to wriggle herself onto my cock. In a very good imitation of Cole’s voice, I tut at her, “Now that’s not the behavior of a good girl, is it?”
Whack!
I hear the sound before I register the pain of Cole’s hand on my ass, my hips reflexively thrusting forward, trying to escape another slap. Natalie clamps around me, holding almost my entire length hostage in her tight cunt.
Behind me, Cole chuckles. “This is fun.” Before I have time to protest, he says, “Jasper, pull out. Both of you get over here.”
The pure disbelief in Natalie’s eyes amuses me. There’s a rebellious spirit burning behind those icy irises, ready to argue with Cole.
I shake my head at her. “There’s no use. Cole will always get his way. And his way is usually much more fun.”
With a wink, I pull out and release her wrists. She whimpers at the loss of me, my own mouth pulling down in a frown when my cock is out of her warm cunt.
Looking down between us, I study Natalie’s arousal coating my cock, and can’t help but be fascinated by it. I run a finger along my length and pop some sugar cookie slick into my mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as my tongue wraps around my finger, her flavor dancing along my taste buds.
Pulling my finger from my mouth, I groan, “It’s impossible to ever get tired of this flavor.”
I pull Natalie into a seated position and Cole watches us with a nearly feral glint in his eyes. “Crawl to me.”
A breath shudders out of me and Natalie visibly trembles. Neither of us argue. Instead, as if Cole is pulling some kind of magical puppet strings, the two of us crawl across the blankets and kneel at his feet.
Cole, too, falls to his knees and pulls us in for a three-way kiss. His hand wraps around my cock, and the wet sound of his fingers entering Natalie’s pussy has my eyes flying open. He plays with us until we’re both messy, precum and slick dripping down our thighs and onto the blankets.
My heart hammers in my chest, anticipation building for what Cole has planned next. His hand pauses and a desperate whine crawls up my throat.
“Jasper, bend over, please. Show us that tight ass.” The thought of protesting doesn’t even make it into my head before my elbows are on the ground and my ass is in the air.
I can’t see them, but I hear shuffling and whispering right behind me. My teeth sink into my lower lip to contain the whimpers that want to escape, but a groan is ripped from my throat when a hot tongue licks against my hole.
“Fuuuuuck,” I stutter out, my breath sawing in and out of my lungs as a second tongue joins the first.
Cole and Natalie lick me, rim me, fuck me with their tongues until a steady stream of precum drips from my cock. Their hands are all over me, fondling my balls, stroking up my back, but never touching my cock.
The sounds of them enjoying themselves, their moans and groans as they feast on me, sets my body on fire.
As if sensing I’m close, they pull back at the same time and I collapse onto my back, my pulse running rampant through my body. “Fuck. Double torture.”
“Too much?” Natalie asks, concern lacing her words.
“No,” I say with a pout. “I, too, perhaps enjoy some edging.”
