Page 21 of Triple Tidings
My mouth is dry as, in the corner of my vision, I see August’s hands tighten on the dresser’s edge.
Wells doesn’t take his eyes off me as he leans back in the chair, folding his arms over his broad chest. The expression on his face is nothing short of ravenous. “You want us to fuck you together?”
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Am I really considering this? For real?
My core clenches, arousal flooding my panties as I look to August, whose jaw is tight as he stares right back at me, waiting for my response. A small, amused smile curves his lips. “I think Wells asked you a question, Lacey baby.”
Baby.
It’s only when I feel a sharp pinch of pain that I realize I’ve been biting my lip. “I-I don’t know?”
August lets out a low, throaty laugh as he pushes off the dresser. There are only about six feet between us, but each of his measured steps makes the tension coiling inside me grow tighter.
When he finally stops before me, I gasp as his big hands reach out to settle on my waist. My breasts seem to grow heavier as he lowers his lips to brush the shell of my ear, his voice acozy murmur. “I think that slutty little pussy can handle us both, don’t you?”
I let out a quiet, shocked whimper, pressing my thighs together. Wells’ eyes track the movement, and as I watch, he moves a hand to squeeze the intimidating ridge of his erection through his jeans.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
“Um, yes?”I manage at last, electricity surging through my veins at the way they’re looking at me, the intense, naked desire in each man’s expression.
Yesdoesn’t really feel adequate when it’s becoming clear I might die if this doesn’t happen.
They must see it, though, because Wells nods slowly, not taking his eyes off me. “Enough talk. Take her fucking clothes off.”
August searches my face, looking for signs of reservation as his hands drift to the bottom of my blouse, his thumbs skimming over the delicate skin just above the button of my cuffed work pants. It’s barely a touch, but it makes the muscles of my abdomen tighten, and my head spins.
“I think Wells asked you to do something,” I hear myself say, my voice breathy and soft as I deliver this invitation to the handsome doctor.
August’s lips curve into a satisfied smile, and, needing no further encouragement, he takes the hem of my shirt in his hands and pulls it up over my head.
I raise my arms obligingly, allowing him to disentangle the garment from my body. I tremble as the blouse falls to the floor, leaving me in only my work pants and bra. The white cotton is nothing special, but both men groan as August lifts his hands, greedily kneading my oversensitive tits. Without warning, he rips the cups down, baring my entire chest to them both.
Everything is happening so fast. I don’t know how I went from hunting for my purse and planning a bubble bath to getting stripped naked, preparing to be fucked by not just one hot, dominant older man but two, in the space of a few minutes.
A part of me could sense we were heading here, knew there was only one way this particular Christmas was going to end, and now I’m just really, really happy it has.
I want them both.
They both want me.
They want each other, too.
In the corner, Wells leans forward, his hands gripping the arm of the chair so tightly that I can see his knuckles going white from here.
“Perky as fuck,” August grunts, turning me so my back is pressed into his warm chest, giving Wells a clear view of everything he’s doing. My clit throbs as I feel the hard bulge pressing against the small of my back. “Are you wet for us, too, Lacey baby?”
Before I can find the words to tell him I am absolutely, undeniably wet, he seems to lose patience with my inarticulateness. A soft cry of surprise catches in my throat, and my teeth find my bottom lip, biting until it hurts as August’s fingers find the button of my pants. He works them open with brute efficiency, and then they’re being shoved down to my ankles along with my panties.
There is no room for self-consciousness, though. Not with the groan of satisfaction from August and the ravenous expression on Wells’ face. He’s looking at me like he’s going to eat me alive, and my core clenches in anticipation, practically panting now.
“Fucking bare,” Wells grunts, his eyes on my pussy. “Jesus.”
August’s hand finds my chin, turning my head so I meet his burning gaze as his hand moves between my thighs, palming mypussy. My mouth falls open as he drags two fingers through my slit, and I let out a noise that is part sob, part cry, as they find my clit.
“She’s dripping,” he tells Wells, still staring at me, cataloging every reaction as he lowers his hand from my face to tease my nipples, tugging and pinching as, between my legs, his other begins working my clit in teasing circles.
