A Very Menage Christmas (4 page)

Nick spread my pussy wide for the taking and licked my
entire slit. He pushed against the plug, sucked my swollen pussy lips into his
mouth and then dipped his tongue into my wet sex several times. His groan of
lust got muffled in my core.

“I’m never going to eat another candy cane without thinking
of this sweet pussy laid out in front of me.”

One more lick and I was going to come…hard. Stars shot
behind the blindfold where I’d squeezed my eyelids tight.

Instead Jackson said, “Release her.”

Jackson took his cock from my mouth. I’d never been so
empty. Tiny clinks of metal on metal registered in my foggy brain. They removed
my cuffs. I faintly noticed them unwinding the lights from my arms, but above
all of it, I begged.

“Please, please, please…” I didn’t know what I begged for.
Didn’t know which one of them I spoke to, but the flow of words wouldn’t stop.
Over and over, I begged until the world spun as they lifted me. I clung to the
naked man who picked me up.

He laid me gently on the bed, tugged off the blindfold and I
rapidly blinked until Jackson’s beautiful face swam into view. The soft glow of
Christmas lights illuminated everything. Shards of light streamed from them as
my eyelids fell closed from the sheer rapture running through me. Jackson
nudged his fat cock head into the entrance of my empty sex.

He’d donned a condom at some point and his latex-covered
dick slid inside in one heavy thrust. “Fuck, Skye. Open your eyes and watch me.
This pussy is mine. It’s been mine since the last time I took you. It belongs
to me now.”

He supported my head as his immense cock retreated and then
sank inside my hot sheath. “You were made for me. The way you submit. Your
pleasure. You need the pain with it. Damn, I’m never going to get enough of
you.”

“Oh God, Jackson…” My ankles were tucked underneath his ass,
urging him on. “Please let me come. I’m begging you…please let me come.”

He barely tilted his hips, hitting some magical sweet spot
deep inside my core and then the buzzing in my ass started up again.

“I can’t take it…”

He tossed the remote beside me and trapped my swollen clit
between two fingers. “Come for me, Skye. Come for…me.”

A low moan rippled through my belly and shattered into pure
ecstasy. My orgasm tore through me.

Jackson pushed his cock through my clenching flesh and
pinned my arms above my head. “Again.”

He removed one of the nipple clamps and I screamed,
thrashing around, trying to escape the delicious orgasm that bowled me over.
Blood rushed to the swollen tip before he sucked it into the hot recesses of
his mouth. He soothed it, laving it with his tongue as he fucked me with
driving strokes. The orgasm only gained intensity with each thrust.

“One more, baby, you’ve got one more in you. I’ll come with
you this time.” He shifted his weight, triggering the involuntary bucking of my
hips as he continued his assault on my slick channel. “Now, Skye! Come!”

He released the other clamp and shoved his cock in so deep
he reached clear through to my soul. My mouth opened on a silent scream and my
muscles clamped down on his dick so hard every hot ridge and vein branded my
pussy.

His satisfied roar filled my ears a second before his mouth
descended on my lips. I bowed off the bed and he thrust his tongue inside my
mouth. His hips drilled into mine. His cock twitched inside my swollen pussy
and the scent of peppermint filled my nose again.

He sucked my tongue inside. We mingled, explored, tasting
each other, and at some point he released my hands. I touched his face, his
jaw, the muscles of his back and shoulders. I couldn’t feel him enough.

The buzzing stopped abruptly, setting off another moan, and
shivers racked my upper torso.

“I’m dying…” My hoarse whisper was followed by Jackson’s
satisfied male chuckle.

“They don’t call it the little death for nothing.”

“I… Then you…”

Jackson withdrew from my slippery core. I tightened all
around him, trying to keep him inside. He got up and padded to the bathroom.
Then leaned over my lax body a couple minutes later with a warm cloth.

He gently cleaned between my legs and I told myself I should
be embarrassed. Nothing but arousal filled my veins.

“Roll, beautiful.” Instead of waiting for me to comply, he
moved me onto my side. I didn’t understand until his fingers grabbed the base
of the plug still deeply lodged in my rear. “Slow and steady.”

After several minutes, my muscles relaxed enough and Jackson
gently eased the plug out. Both of us groaned. It finally came free, slipping
from my hole.

“Damn, the sight of your ass, spread open, makes me want to
start all over again.”

Instead he kissed my hip and got out of bed.

He turned on the sink in the other room, allowing me to
float in my post-orgasmic state. This was what afterglow was supposed to feel
like. Not the ho-hum feeling I’d always had.

How could something so beautiful be wrong?

Satisfaction settled inside me, lulling me to sleep in mere
minutes. It normally took me hours to let go. Talk about an evening of
revelations, and I decided not to tackle any of them tonight.

Jackson crawled into bed, jolting me awake. “Sorry. Didn’t
mean to wake you. Come here.” He maneuvered my limp body under the covers until
I was draped over his chest, my head pillowed on his shoulder. “I’m glad I
found you.” He could probably feel me smiling against his chest. A little giddy
flutter went through my abdomen.

“I’m glad you did too.”

We were quiet for a few minutes and I wanted to set the
record straight on something but I didn’t know how to approach it.

“I can hear you thinking.”

“What are you? A mind reader?”

He chuckled, absentmindedly stroking my biceps. “I know you
have something to say.”

“I don’t know how this works. This D/s…thing. Am I supposed
to be quiet or yip like a dog and ask for permission for stuff?”

He threw his head back against the pillow. His full baritone
laugh filled the room. It bounced around us, making me think of a secluded cave
with only the two of us to occupy it.

“Every relationship is different. Each D/s relationship is
too. It’s another layer added into the scheme of things, nothing more. I told
you the truth before, about wanting to own you, but this kind of relationship
takes time to establish. I’m not going anywhere.”

While I tried to process everything his statement implied, I
realized Nick was gone. And that was okay. “Having sex with Nick after tonight…
It’s not fair to Jenna. She wants him, even though she keeps telling him no. I
don’t want to hurt her.”

He gently brushed hair from my face. “Your pretty pussy is
mine. At least tonight. I like sharing, I’m not gonna lie. There’s something
about seeing another guy take you. Fuck you. Make you scream and I can watch
every nuance of your pleasure. It’s something I need. But he wants Jenna. There
hasn’t been another woman for him in a while. Until she finally says yes,
fucking you in the ass is as far as he’s willing to go. Doesn’t mean in the
future it couldn’t change…”

A sigh of relief whispered past my lips and I kissed his
skin and snuggled close. I’d expected something different. The treatment I’d
received from the…gentlemen…my family approved of couldn’t have been any
further from this conversation. Jackson understood my fears about hurting Jenna
and he spoke honestly about wanting something more than one night. I chewed on
my lips, trying to grow a backbone.

“I took your shirt when I left that night.” I blurted it out
and then cringed.

“Huh?”

I peeked up at him, feeling foolish. “In your apartment that
night. There was a t-shirt on the dresser. I, umm…stole it. I wear it for
pajamas but it doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

“You little klepto.” He gave me a quick kiss. “I’ve got the
belt from your coat tied on the headboard of my bed.”

“You kept it?” The weirdest sense of falling overcame me.

“It was all I had of yours.” He stroked my cheek and I
settled against him, wondering if this could be real.

“This is nice,” I said a few quiet minutes later.

“You sound surprised.”

“No, well, yes. I guess I am. The guys I’ve been with
haven’t had a clue what to do with me.”

“Because none of them were me.” There was arrogance and
there was self-confidence. Damn if he didn’t wear both of them well.

“I’ve never done anything like this and don’t have a clue
what I’m doing. Should I leave or stay? Is this a one-time thing and tomorrow
there’s going to be some see-you-sometime note on the pillow and skid marks to the
door?”

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one who hightailed it
last time.” He stared underneath his lashes and wrapped his arm around me a
little tighter. “Maybe I should break the cuffs back out and chain you to the
bed. Hmm. I’m liking this idea more and more.”

He rolled on top of me and insinuated himself between my
thighs. He pinned my arms above my head, sipping at my lips. Tasting me.
Learning me.

“I shouldn’t like it when you do that.”

His hard cock rubbed deliciously over my sensitive clit, throwing
my arousal into high gear. “What, make you horny again?”

“Dominate me.” The words hung out there in silence but he
never stopped thrusting against the top of my mound.

He never said anything but he didn’t need to.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not if you keep doing that,” I
admitted. Our hips found a rhythm and we pumped our bodies together, finding
pleasure in the simple act of touching.

“Look up, Skye.”

I glanced above the bed. “Mistletoe? Hmm…let me guess. You
want a Christmas kiss?” I gave him a peck on the mouth and settled back on the
bed.

“Not exactly, gorgeous.” He straddled my waist and prowled
forward until his knees dug into the bed underneath my arms. He kept my wrists
pinned to the mattress and angled the head of his shaft against my lips. “My
room. My rules. Three guesses where I want my kiss, and the first two don’t
count.”

I wanted to give him some smart-ass answer but moaned
instead. He was so beautiful on his knees above me. The impulse to paint him
washed over me, my fingers twitching against his knuckles. He pushed past my
lips and sank inside. His musky flavor filled my mouth. At first he pumped
shallowly, and then deeper until he stole my ability to breathe.

I’d been wanting this for so long. For a man to take
control. To make me so horny I’d do anything because we both wanted it. My
pussy was so juicy I could hear it as I rubbed my thighs together. It wasn’t
dirty or wrong like my parents made it sound.

“Don’t think I’m oblivious to what you’re doing with that
cunt. I’ve got a thigh spreader with your name on it if you don’t behave.”

The door opened and I froze. Wanted to grab the covers,
anything, but a two-hundred-twenty-pound sex god steadily fucking my mouth made
that impossible.

“Well, you’ll both be glad to know it is officially midnight.
Christmas is here. Ho, ho, I’m horny and ready for round two.” Nick made his
way across the room. From the corner of my eye, I watched him strip off his
clothes. He was naked and hard by the time he made it to the bed. “I’ve got
this uncanny craving for peppermint.”

He disappeared behind Jackson and I couldn’t see him but I
sure didn’t miss him pushing my thighs wide. I groaned, vibrating Jackson’s
cock. Nick sucked my clit, flicked it with his tongue. I jerked my hips when he
slid a finger into my soaked channel.

“Merry Christmas.” Jackson spoke this time. I glanced up at
his face. He shifted my wrists to one hand and grabbed my neck with the other.

His thrusts grew deeper still. His ass and thighs brushed
against the tight tips of my breasts on every stroke. Both men surrounded me
and I didn’t want them to stop.

A muffled curse broke the silence but I didn’t know who it
came from.

“Damn, your pussy tastes good. You’re gonna suck my cock dry
after I make you come.” Nick punctuated his statement by adding two more thick
digits to my slick sex.

The grip on my neck increased along with Jackson’s strokes
in my mouth. “Do you want to come? So you can suck his dick?”

My mumbled agreement filled the dark area around us and Nick
sucked my clit between his teeth and bit down.

The orgasm ripped through me, releasing my mind and body
simultaneously. My fingers clenched over and over, glancing off Jackson’s big
hand. Nick must have reached up because hot fingers pinched my nipples back and
forth, shooting tendrils of bliss straight to my core. My pussy sucked his
fingers back each time he retreated.

“Fuck, you’re sexy. I like making you scream,” Nick praised.
“I’m not coming on the damn sheets. I want your mouth.”

Immediately Jackson shifted to the side and hauled me up on
my knees. He knelt behind me, tight against my back, and knocked my knees wide
as Nick worked his long pole through his tight fist.

Jackson grabbed handfuls of my tits and fit the head of his
condom-covered shaft to my pussy and thrust up high.

He stretched the lips of my sex and I whimpered, “Fuck,
you’re thick.”

“Anyone ever tell you, you say the nicest things?” He pumped
inside my snug channel, stretching me past the point of pain, and I loved it. I
clutched the back of his hands, holding them tight to my breasts while he
powered into me.

Nick abruptly stood up in the middle of the bed.

“Suck him,” Jackson ordered.

Jackson captured my elbows and tugged them behind my back.
Nick jerked me to him by the hair. Both actions pitched me off balance and I
opened my mouth to shriek. Nick stuffed his hard-on into my mouth and I
accidentally scraped him with my teeth. He growled in pleasure, multiplying my
own.

Jackson tugged me on and off his cock by his tight hold on
my upper arms.