Page 77 of Winter Wishlist
Naked Reid, wearing a Santa hat and glasses, is enough to induce spontaneous ovulation.
Henri is in no mood to play fair. He drizzles lube over the toy, and at the same time, dips his head to take Reid’s fat cock into his mouth. The sight is almost enough to tip me over the edge, as the motion of him stroking and lubing up the shaft of the dildo jostles it inside me. Combined with watching his head bobbing up and down to suck Reid, is mesmerizing and tormenting all at once.
“Make yourself come.” Henri lets him fall from his mouth just long enough to give me the firm instruction.
I’m primed and ready to combust. My shaky fingers find my clit a little awkwardly with being bound together, but it only takes a few circles—with how much they’ve teased my body already and that toy deep inside my pussy, I’m practically a goner. A raw moan falls from my lips as the climax waiting to pounce does just that. With thighs burning a little from this position, the fullness of the dildo end fitted inside me, I tumble over the edge.
“Jesus.Ffffuuuck.” Reid tightens his grip in Henri’s hair, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes behind his glasses as I shake and tremble my way through the crest of my orgasm. He guides Henri to take more, and they get lost in their connection for a moment. I’m officially the luckiest girl alive to have found them and had the fortune to fall in love with them.
The noises coming out of our cowboy become increasingly feral. His jaw clenches tight, stomach muscles bunching as he drifts perilously close to falling apart. Just when I think Henri is going to suck his soul through his cock, he pulls back. Theflushed, reddened tip of him is shiny with spit, and a long trail hangs from Henri’s lips as they both groan.
There’s no more waiting from that point.
We sink together in a way that feels so right, so effortless. In front of the crackling fire, our unique love story adds yet another moment of shared pleasure and intertwining of our hearts that I’ll cherish for a lifetime.
Henri covers my spine, reaching around to help guide the toy inside Reid. All while murmuring heated words in scattered French and English against my neck in between kissing and sucking on my pulse point. I love when we connect like this, with him being intimately involved and taking charge to guide how things unfold. There are occasions when just Reid and I will play around, where I give him what he needs and get to enjoy myself at the same time—times when Henri just watches or chooses to cause mischief from a different position—but this is truly my favorite. I love being wrapped up in both him and Reid so intimately.
“Does your sweet little ass feel needy,ma petite chérie?”
“I need you, baby.” The plea escapes me in a rush as the toy sinks deeper inside Reid. My weight braces against his chest, the red ribbon of my tied wrists drapes over the hair scattered across his lower stomach.
We slowly move in rhythm, Henri working me with lube and his fingers first, as I gradually ease inside Reid’s ass. All of us are gasping for air by the time my strap-on is fully seated inside him, and Henri has replaced his fingers with his cock. The pinch and slight burn of him ever so carefully taking his time to sink inside my hole morphs into liquid pleasure.
“Christ. You’re so tight. So fucking hot.” Henri grunts through a clenched jaw, sounding like he’s dying. “Relax for me, baby. Relax and let me take care of you both.”
“Goddamn.” Reid’s veins stand out on his neck as he grits his teeth and sinks his fingers into the plush carpet. “Umphffff. God. Baby.” His eyes roll back when the toy nudges his prostate. The thick length of him throbs and leaks another glistening bead of precum at his swollen tip. I want to be able to taste him and swallow him down so fucking badly, that it makes my mouth water.
“Oh my god. OH MY GOD.” I’m chanting and already spiraling so close to falling apart again.
Eventually, Henri sinks against my ass, filling me so deep I feel like he’s gonna hit the back of my throat. I feel perfectly stretched and owned, and it’s the moment we’ve all been building toward. The grand finale. He lets us all take a moment to adjust, checking in that we’re all okay in that way he so effortlessly does, and then eases out to the tip.
When he pushes back in with a slow thrust, my entire body sparks white hot. Reid throws his head back at the sensation of the strap-on sliding into him at the same time. And we give over to the pace that Henri sets for the three of us. It’s perfect, slow, sensual fucking by firelight.
I know I’m nearly there, and Reid senses exactly what I need, slipping his hand between us to play with my clit. Henri drives deep and pumps harder; the slick sounds of flesh against flesh accompany our mutual groans of pleasure.
“That’s it, beautiful. Give it to me.” He rasps out. “You’re squeezing me like a goddamn fist. I’m gonna fill your pretty little ass with cum. Just how you like to be used, don’t you?”
I’m incapable of speech. Whimpering and incoherent begging is all I’ve got to offer.
“Fffuck. Sugar. You’re gonna make me come.” My cowboy swallows, voice thick with pleasure.
“I want you both to come.” Henri pulses his hips against my ass. Reaching around, he takes Reid’s throbbing cock in his fist,and the change of angle, the added intensity, is the moment we all detonate.
My pussy spasms around the toy, ass clenching around Henri’s cock that feels bigger than ever, buried deep inside me. As I sob my way through wave after wave of my orgasm, Reid’s release spurts everywhere, splashing up his chest. Thick ropes of cum paint his stomach, my hands, the ribbon, and Henri’s fingers wrapped around him. At the same time, I feel the flood of heat and the deep vibration coming from Henri’s chest as he grunts through his climax, his dick jerking and pulsing inside me, painting my channel with his cum.
It’s filthy and perfect, and I’m floating on a merry little cloud of bliss.
Pretty sure I won’t be able to walk for quite a while either.
“Well… looks like we’ve all discovered something new about ourselves tonight,hmm?” After we manage to disentangle our limbs and make a small effort at cleaning up using their discarded shirts, Henri lets out an exhausted laugh.
He pulls me against his chest and somehow slings both Reid’s arm and leg across us so that we’re cocooned together in a tight cuddle in front of the fire.
“You’re saying you wanna playbookstoremore often?” I giggle.
“I’m pretty sure we’re gonna have toavoidvisiting you at work for a while. There’s no way the two of us will be able to drop by for a casual visit without popping boners.” Reid yawns.
And suddenly my two men are talking in dreamy post-orgasm voices about plans for the morning, and the list of jobs we need to remember for later in the day at the bar, after all the Christmas hampers have been delivered around town.
