Page 76 of Winter Wishlist
“Don’t move your hands until we say otherwise.”
His calloused palms cover my fingers, encouraging me to grip the ledge, the tips of my manicure brushing against the row of books. My entire body flushes when he kicks my legs wide. That pounding of my pulse is echoed between my legs when I’m spread and vulnerable, opened up for him—for both of them, wherever Henri is. That thought makes me a little dizzy, my imagination jumping into overdrive, wondering whether he’s watching the two of us from across the room, whether he’s already shedding his clothes? God, I want to see, but at the same time, I’m loving having my sight removed to enjoy all my other senses being heightened.
The material of Reid’s shirt drags down my spine, down, down, until he grips my ass with one palm, and that’s when his energy flips. His primal noise of wanting comes from somewhere close to my soaked pussy, beneath my skirt. The material lifts away from my cheeks, strong fingers hook my thong and tug it aside, and his mouth is there.
Heated. Demanding. Greedy.
My cowboy feasts on my pussy, licking and sucking and nipping at the inside of my thighs until I’m reduced to a shaking mess. His beard scratches against the most intimate part of me, as he shoves his tongue inside me, encouraging my gathering climax to a place where I think I’m going to collapse on top of him. I claw at the shelf, hanging on tight, and when he moves to start licking up the seam of my ass, my head drops between my shoulders. A long, low moan escapes me. Partly because he’s left me hanging without making me come yet, partly because he knows just how much this drives me wild.
Books slide deeper into the shelf as I flex my hold on the wooden edge. Reid palms the globes of my ass and pushes his tongue against me, moaning his own pleasure against my hole. I can’t help but shudder; the overwhelm of how perfectly he’s teasing me, persuading me to relax for him, sends my head twirling off its axis.
“Open your mouth,ma petite chérie.”
I’ve never obeyed faster in my life, letting my jaw hang slack and flattening my tongue. Henri gives a hum of approval, making it sound like I’m truly being the perfect little toy for them to use.
“Suck.”
His command comes at the same time as a firm, but familiar smooth surface is pushed past my waiting lips. As he slides the crown of one of our collection of dildos onto my tongue, I dutifully wrap my lips around it, my tongue tracing the imitation veins. A whimper climbs up the back of my throat, one of anticipation, of begging, of wanting more of Reid’s masterful skills when it comes to eating me out and Henri’s wicked command of my body. The sound might be muffled by the toy when he starts to slowly fuck my mouth with it, but there’s no disguising how pathetic and needy I am.
“Get yourself ready, big guy.” At my back, I feel him nudge Reid’s shoulder.
I’m torn between protesting the sudden loss of his mouth and the prospect of what’s to come next. Reid gives my ass cheek a not-so-gentle bite, growling against my skin, before disappearing. Henri gently pulls the dildo from my lips, and I hear the click of a cap, rustling, a whole host of sounds that I can’t picture because my brain cells are still scrambled, and my pussy aches to be filled.
As if he can read my mind, Henri’s fingers drift up the inside of the front of my thigh. A cool breeze hits my skin briefly when he delves beneath my skirt, and a slick sensation hits my clit when he rubs the toy there briefly, my thong still pushed to one side.
“Oh god. Oh my god.” I gasp. His touch feels like it’s everywhere as he slips the curved end of the dildo inside me.
“Your favorite.” He muses. Even though I can’t see his mischievous expression, I hear it in the way his tone dips into that lower register. “I love the way your tight little asshole flexes, the way you grip me the hardest when this is wedged inside your pussy.”
Well, fuck. If he doesn’t just know all the ways to turn me upside down and inside out, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Please.” I’m breathless, about to combust, needing to have him inside me and to enjoy giving my cowboy what he needs, too.
“Open your eyes.”
When I do, Henri swims into focus, his gaze hooded and darkened as he pinches my jaw and slips his thumb past my lips, letting me suck and flick my tongue, and somehow it grounds me, so that I don’t feel like I’m floating up somewhere near the ceiling.
“Do you want me to leave your wrists like this, baby?” He checks in.
My nod is very slutty and sloppy and overenthusiastic when I moan around his thumb.
His string of curses in French is so damn sexy.
We move in unison, knowing this next part like a well-choreographed routine. Henri lets me go and gently guides me to turn around, ensuring that I’m not too wobbly on my feet after being edged so expertly. The sight that greets me of my cowboy spread out on a soft rug in front of the fireplace is heart-stopping. He’s naked and prepping himself with his own fingers as I make my way over to him, the weight of the strap-on adding slight pressure to rub my inner walls.
“Come here, sugar. You look like a goddamn dream.” It’s just the three of us now, the game fading away, as I lower myself between his knees and he scoops my wrists tied with the pretty satin bow up in his palm. Bringing them to his mouth, he feathers kisses over my fingers and hits me with a boyish grin.
“Joyeux Noëlto us, huh?” I give him a loopy little pleasure-soaked smile in return.
“Christ. You look like our perfect Christmas slut.” Henri chuckles, joining us now that he’s rid himself of his clothes. Pausing to give me a quick kiss on the shoulder, he leans over Reid and kisses him until they’re both groaning and I’m whimpering.
When he pulls back, I don’t know if I should be as turned on as I am. Henri has managed to shove a Santa hat on Reid’s head.
“This might be a new kink,” I mutter, my nipples throbbing as I look down at him.
“Hmmm… do you like your cowboy telling you just how good you’ve been this year?” Henri dumps more fuel on the bonfire raging in my veins when he gingerly slips the glasses I’d borrowed—my prop to enhance the role of playing sluttybookstore wench—off the bridge of my nose, then equally carefully puts them on Reid.
“Ohhh…” Hello, Daddy. It’s official. Kink unlocked. My simpering little whine is confirmation for both of them to hear.
