Page 54 of Winter Wishlist
Crawling up my body, he snatches both of my wrists and pins them above my head in one hand. “Greedy girl.” His thick cock notches at my entrance, and he sinks his weight on top of me. Pushing inside on one slow intrusion to the hilt.
I’m so wet, so ready to welcome him in. It’s like my body already knows his perfectly.
No matter how impossible that might sound, or how insane it is to crave him and Reid so endlessly.
There is a murky as fuck mess occupying the place where my heart thumps erratically.
Now isn’t the time for caring what my heart thinks. My head tips back, my spine curves off the bed. Holy fuck, the stretch and slight drag against my inner walls unpicks the last threads holding me together.
Those slow, rhythmic glides in and out of my body that he treats me to are hypnotic. From beneath heavy lashes, I watch him. Henri Marcotte is a beautiful sight, with roguish dark hair falling across those hazel eyes, and the sheen of my arousal coating his mouth.
His angles and planes are so sexy.
His tattoos and muscles are pure poetry.
His eyes draw me down into the deepest depths.
A place where I sink to and forget the surface exists without hesitation.
The heated slide of a large, nowveryfamiliar palm grazes my hip. Reid knocks the sheets away fully so that he can see everything. Drowsy with pleasure, I turn my head slightly to drink in the sight of him. I notice he has a coffee in hand and smells like fresh air and pine.
“This is a much better way to start the day than feeding cattle in the cold and dark.”
Henri sits back on his heels, hooks the back of my knees over his forearms, and they both stare at the sight of his cock glistening with my arousal at the point where he sinks in and out of me.
“Fuck, that’s the best present. I needed to feel you,ma petite chérie. You swallow my cock so well.”Thrust. “Every inch.”Thrust. “Squeeze me tight.”Thrust.
The new angle hits a place I didn’t know existed. My nipples tighten, my walls ripple around his thick length, and I shatter on a sobbing cry. The wave whisks me out to sea so rapidly that it catches me entirely by surprise.
“Christ. Your pussy is magic,” he grits out, bracketing my thighs as he pulls out slowly and hisses. “You know I need you, too.” Leaning over my limp figure, he kisses Reid fiercely.
He smiles a little against his mouth. It’s so sexy I could die.
“Who’s the greedy one now?” Reid pinches his bottom lip between his teeth, tugging ever so slightly.
“Who me? Absolutely. A pretty little pussy,anda tight ass. Two perfect playthings? I must have been a very good boy this year.”
The bed dips and rolls. Henri pauses to lavish a searing kiss over my nipple, coating me in wetness from his mouth, before climbing across to the other side of the bed.
“Come here, sugar.” Reid aligns our bodies together, spooning me from behind, smelling of coffee and promises of more orgasms. With those big hands that do the most unspeakably delicious things to my body, he hooks my leg over his hip and slides himself through my wetness. He plays a little, unhurried in his movements. With leisurely thrusts through my drenched seam, each time the plush head of his cock nudges against my clit, he leaves me more boneless. I swear I start floating.
At his back, Henri does the same behind him, slowly moving their bodies together. Their weight shifts, and Reid’s breathing intensifies, growing more ragged the more his own pleasure starts to build.
At long last, he gives me what I want. Perhaps I’m begging, I don’t really know. His cock wedges deep, sheathing himself, and that all too familiar tremor of illicit pleasure rolls through me, knowing that even though I just had another man inside me, now I’m taking his boyfriend. Everything about this feels so incredible. So right. The way we seem to flow between each other, I can’t explain it.
Something I noticed last night, that as we join together—as Henri works himself inside Reid until we’re all connected—it’s like I can feel their intimacy as much as my own. Their pleasure amplifies and surges through me at the place where I’m joined with Reid.
Henri’s hand snakes around to find my hip, his fingers and rings pressing into that crease at the top of my thigh as he tightens his hold on me. Rocking us all together.
He fucks Reid, and fucks me at the same time, and it sends my next climax marching toward the brink of no return.
I love how safe it feels being with them. I love how Reid melts and turns to putty in Henri’s hands. I love how Henri knows what to do to make us both feel good.
I love them.
It blindsides me, reaching up and clasping a fist around my heart. Not that I should be anything but surprised, these men are easy to love, easy to fall for.
They make everything so much brighter; they polish the world around us until it’s sparkling and gleaming with hopeful possibility. That’s something I can’t begin to thank them for showing me.
