Page 55 of Winter Wishlist
Before coming here, I was simply existing. Now it feels like I’m soaring beyond the clouds.
We descend into a rhythm of rolling hips. Of joint thrusts, groans, the sounds of slick flesh against flesh, and scents of sex filling the air. What started as a game of pretend rapidly morphed into something carnal, and now… there’s nothing but adoration and deep caring for the two of them, somehow mixed in with the acts of physical release and seeking pleasure.
It’s the sweetest surrender as I close my eyes and feel the two of them behind me. All of us fall apart, with hands clutching and clinging on for dear life, blindly grabbing hold of each other among the powerful wave crashing threefold.
Do they feel it too?
We eventually fumble our way to the large walk-in shower, where Henri proceeds to order us both to allow him to clean us up. He gets down on his knees and eats me out until I succumb to yet another knee-buckling orgasm, leaving me hardly able to stand up, before turning his attention to Reid. I get the pleasure of seeing our giant cowboy, with his spine pressed against the wet tiles and hand buried in Henri’s hair while he sucks him, swallowing Reid’s fat cock until he’s reduced to a series of shudders and bitten off curses. He tips his head back, muscles straining before surging down Henri’s throat.
He doesn’t swallow his cum. Instead, kisses me, then kisses Reid. It’s utterly filthy, and I can’t wait to do it again.
A threesome is one hell of a way to spend Christmas morning.
After we’ve actually cleaned up—amid laughter and roving hands, and sharing the warmth of the generous shower spray—Reid bundles me in a towel. For a moment, the three of us stand together, blissed out, with damp lashes and wet hair, surrounded by steam and the scent of shampoo. The reflection in the mirror seems to hold us all spellbound for a moment, and it feels unbelievably comfortable when Henri leans over the top of my head to softly kiss Reid, while also banding his arm around me.
When he draws back from Reid’s mouth, his hazel eyes find mine in the mirror. “You can wear this today, sweet girl.” In his tattooed hand is one of the butt plugs I’d been given.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe you discovered that was also in there. You reallydidgo sleuthing, didn’t you?”
He holds up a thumb and forefinger, squinting one eye at me through the smallest of gaps between them. “Coupable? Maybe.”
Reid shoves lightly at his shoulder, giving him a reprimanding glare that is more playful than anything. “Whatdid I tell you? A fly-half down to his core. Now do you see his position on the rugby field as the guy who makes the plays and bosses others around? In case you haven’t noticed, our boy still likes to call the shots.”
“I don’t recall you complaining,big guy.” Henri clicks his tongue and slowly pulls my towel away from my warm skin. “All I ever remember is hearing you moan,please,don’t stop,andfuck me harder,andHenri, that feels so good.”
Trapping my bottom lip with my teeth, I tip my head back to look up at Reid. His cheeks turn that adorable, deeper shade of red. This man is so soft and sweetly caring under that rugged exterior. I love seeing how playful these two are together, how easily they share their affection. Knowing that he has someone in his life who openly adores him and takes care of him in the way Henri does feels particularly special. I don’t take for granted one second of being privy to their most intimate moments, having been invited into their bedroom, and offered a tiny glimpse into their lives.
I push aside the reality racing toward us, that this ends tomorrow.
“Are you nice and relaxed, sweet girl?” Henri’s lips find the side of my throat, and I lean into him with a contented sigh.
“I am.” My eyelashes droop. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.”
“Can I make you feel even better?” He brushes over my ass cheeks with the toy, not actually doing anything, but letting me feel the conical end.
“Please.” It’s my turn to blush now. But thoughts of them and tomorrow collide in my mind’s eye, and I refuse to turn down an opportunity to know what it’s like to have everything with these two men. I’m fairly certain I outright begged Henri to fuck my ass last night, so he doesn’t really need to ask, but it’s evensexier that he’s still seeking my consent now that we’ve reached a brand-new morning.
Reid’s hands seek out the slope of my waist. With a dip of his head, he gently kisses me, tasting faintly like the mix ofusand the freshness of our shower. With a slow, sensual glide of our tongues, he encourages me to melt. At my back, I feel Henri go down on his haunches, and a sizzle of nerves laced with heat races up my spine. I’m far too loose-limbed and drowsy thanks to my multiple orgasms to be truly nervous; if anything, it’s just a series of unusual sensations.
The click of a cap is followed by the cool drizzle of gel. Then his touch is there, similar to how he played with me last night, but this time everything is slowed down and takes place with far less urgency. All he’s doing is gently prepping me with skilled fingers, while Reid steals my sanity with more of those long, drugging kisses he’s oh so very good at serving up.
Henri’s fingers are gone only briefly, before the slick end of the toy brushes up my seam. Taking incredible care of my body, he teases at my hole until I start whimpering into Reid’s mouth. It feels incredible, foreign, and insanely fucking hot all at the same time. He eases the toy inside, and I gasp at the intrusion… not a bad thing at all, but it feelsfull,and I can only begin to imagine just how much more intense it’s going to be having his thick cock there.
What if I can’t take him?
“You’ll do just fine, sugar,” Reid reassures me, sucking on my bottom lip with a little tease. “We’ll go slow.”
I blink at him, realizing I must have mumbled that out loud. As Henri stands up behind me, he kisses the back of my shoulder and makes a self-satisfied noise. All while my body continues to adjust to the plug filling and stretching me, creating the type of gooey sensation trickling through my veins I could get very used to indeed.
“We’d better get ready for your next date.” He gives my ass a little pat, and I make an ungodly noise. Part surprise, part horny. It would seem my body knows no limits where these two are concerned.
“We… you don’t have to,” I stammer. “Horse sleigh rides? I’m sure you have a million things you’d rather do than gallivant around in the cold in a horse-drawn carriage. You must think it’s one of those super cheesy,wouldn’t be caught deadsort of touristy ranch activities?”
Reid laughs openly. Not denying it.
“It’s actually a really beautiful spot that the rides go to visit.” He starts dressing, stepping into his boxer briefs, followed by jeans.
Henri shrugs, starting to do the same. “Besides, a sleigh ride for three sounds like the perfect opportunity to mess with your ex.”
