Page 124 of Tangled In Tinsel & Knots
I can’t resist.
I fall to my knees in front of her and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, then move to the other. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, echoing off the walls.
She somehow manages to get my pants undone, reaching for my erection, and she’s absolutely insatiable.
I’m completely here for it.
Suddenly, the front door opens downstairs with a bang. Boots hit the hardwood floor heavily.
“Chris!” Kane’s voice carries up, laced with amusement and confusion. “What the hell kind of parking job is that? Looks likeyou drove home blackout drunk! Did you have some kind of emergency or?—”
He cuts off abruptly, and then he and Noel thunder up the stairs. They burst through the bedroom door just as I pull back from Hannah’s breasts, and both of them stop dead, their eyes bulging.
Hannah pushes herself up onto her knees from where she was leaning back on her heels, presenting herself to them deliberately. Legs spread wide, chest thrust forward, golden tinsel wrapped around her like decoration, and she’s the most erotic thing any of us have ever witnessed.
Kane and Noel both nearly trip over their own feet trying to get farther into the room.
“Holy shit,” Kane breathes, his eyes raking over every inch of her.
“I swear you’re trying to destroy us,” Noel says, his voice strained and dark. “Looking like the world’s sweetest present just waiting to be unwrapped.”
Hannah’s smile is pure seduction and need. “Then get your clothes off if you want to unwrap your gift.”
They’re stripping in record time, shirts flying, belts hitting the floor with metallic clinks, jeans kicked aside carelessly.
Hannah’s inner thighs are glistening with slick, her hips moving in small unconscious circles, and she’s barely holding herself together.
Her bound hands find my cock again, pulling it free from my boxers, and I hiss at the contact.
“Please, Chris. Cock,” she begs, her voice wrecked. “I can’t wait anymore.”
I lower my hand between her thighs, finding her soaking wet and swollen, and tease her entrance with my fingers.
She moans so loud it’s almost a scream, her hips bucking against my hand.
Noel steps closer, inhaling deeply, his chest expanding. “Holy fuck, her scent. It’s intoxicating.”
Kane moves behind her, dropping to his knees, his large palms sliding down her arms slowly, fingers brushing over the tinsel binding her wrists appreciatively. He presses a deliberate kiss to her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin, then he stares at the bite mark already healed over on the curve of her neck, which I barely noticed.
He glares at Noel over Hannah’s shoulder. “That’s your handiwork. Heard you two last night, by the way. The whole damn house did.”
“Her cries woke me up around two a.m., and sleep was completely impossible after that. Just lay there listening and suffering.”
Hannah giggles breathlessly, then moans. “I want one from each of you. I want you to mark me. Make it hurt. Make me scream for all the neighbors to hear.”
She whimpers, her thighs shaking violently, and the sound snaps the last threads of restraint in all three of us.
I push two fingers into her, and she cries out beautifully, her back arching.
Noel crosses to the door and shuts it firmly, then turns back to us, his eyes locked on the gold tinsel wrapped around her thighs. “You did good, Chris.”
Hannah tries to reach for Noel with her bound hands, trembling all over. “I’m burning alive.”
I pull my fingers out of her as she moans, and I strip off my pants and boxers slowly, deliberately, letting her watch every movement, and Hannah’s entire body shakes at the sight of me fully naked.
“You’re such a perfect gift, baby girl,” Kane murmurs against her shoulder.
Noel’s hand reaches for her breast, palming it roughly, his thumb brushing over her nipple and making her gasp.
