Page 35 of Eggnog and Edging
I sigh and shake my head. "So clever."
Cullen frees his hands and pulls me close. "Do we have time for a quickie?"
I wave my finger at the gingerbread mess. "If you plan on doing that to me… no. I was hoping for a nap."
Ryker checks the clock. "An hour and fifty-five minutes. What if we promise to be fast, put it all inside of you, and exhaust you with an orgasm so you can drift off into a nap?"
Pretending to think about it, I finally say, "Fine, but no messing up the hair or makeup."
Cullen rocks his hips against me. "The only thing we’re going to mess up is that pussy."
Should that be exciting? I’m such a sucker when they talk to me like that. "When you put it that way, how can I resist? But just a quickie."
Cullen scoops me up and carries me to the dining room table. The windows of the dining room face the backyard acreage, so we don't have to worry about anyone seeing us.
Ryker rushes to the living room, grabs a blanket, folds it, and places it on the dining room table for Cullen to set me on.
I relax and stretch my arms out. “Not where I imagined taking a nap. And it sure seems like you two had this planned out."
Cullen scoffs. "What? Us have a plan for making love to you?"
Ryker holds up his hands, "Fine. We're busted, but it’s not just for sex. We planned on getting the cookie decorations ready in plenty of time so you feel relaxed. The baby's down for a nap. Now we make another baby, and by the time Dad gets here, this will be the second annual cookie decorating that you're pregnant at."
"Nice." I don’t get much time to consider the plan because Cullen’s fingers tuck inside my leggings, pulling them down with my panties, all in one smooth motion.
He and Ryker help me position my feet on the edge of the table, then Cullen lowers his face between my legs, licking and sucking my clit. I'm not going to object since I asked them to make it quick.
I like a guy who understands when to get straight to work. Aside from leaving time for a nap, the last thing I want is a repeat of last year when Dad walked in on us.
Ryker sits on the edge of the table, leaning over to kiss me. Doing my part to speed things along, I don't hold back. I surrender to the two of them and let my orgasm build, which takes no time at all with how good Cullen has gotten to know my body.
But just as my hips start to buck, he pulls his mouth away. The warmth is replaced by the cool air of the room—a terrible shock in more ways than one.
He says, "All right, Ryker, let's switch positions."
"What?" I ask.
Ignoring my question, Ryker assumes the position between my legs, picking up where Cullen let off and adding a couple fingers inside of me making it even more impossible for me to hold back.
Cullen takes Ryker’s place on the table kissing me, but in less than a minute, my breaths are ragged. I can't control my kisses. I'm about to—
Ryker’s mouth is gone. I reach out with both hands, trying to grab Ryker, but he stays out of reach.
“Wait, I didn’t—”
“I know. We don't want to over-exert you, so we figured one orgasm max."
"I'm pretty sure I can handle more than one."
"You say that now, but you already need a nap."
Those cheeky bastards. I know exactly what they're up to. They switch places again, but this time, Cullen drops his pants to mid-thigh. He slides his cock inside of me.
As much as I love them going down on me, there's nothing like coming when my sex is stretched around one of their thick cocks.
He pistons back and forth, while Ryker holds one of my legs. Now that I’m onto their game, I guess that Cullen’s going to try to come before me. Not sure that will be possible.
He looks as close to losing control as I feel when Ryker says, "Hold on. We're doing this in the wrong order. I’m supposed to go first."
