“Oh god. Oh fuck, Mia. Can you swallow me, baby?” A raw noise, a breathless gasp, is followed by his strong hands seeking out my hair. Holding the sides of my head steady, he drives up, hips chasing after the swirl of my tongue, the suction of my lips, the feeling of my throat closing around his tip that must be his final tipping point.
I’m boneless, his to simply use as he comes in my mouth. It’s heaven. A floaty, dizzying feeling of pleasure. With a shudder, he spills his salty, tangy release, and I swallow every drop down.
Am I able to feel my limbs?
I just want to curl up, surrounded by them. To feel safely wrapped in their strong arms as they make out in a post-sex haze above me. I love watching them kiss.
“You’re cute after you come.” Henri does that thing where he pulls my body with him as he heaves himself onto the pillows. Dragging me so that my spine rests against his front, and I get to stroke Reid’s broad chest. “Our girl also likes to watch,hmm?”
Christ. I did not mean to say that out loud.
What else did I say while they were busy ruining me for sex forever? Absolutely nothing is ever going to compare to what we just did. Of that, I’m certain.
Henri indulges my not-so-secret wish. Squashing me in the most gorgeous, muscle-bound sandwich between them, as he leans forward to slide his tongue against Reid’s. It’s a little bit sloppy, and a whole lot of sexy.
When he pulls back, I’m just so awash with bliss, my limbs heavy with pleasure, I allow myself to simply sink into his hold.
“Damn, you have no idea how hot the two of you are together. Mia, you’d look like a fucking queen riding him…” Henri’s mustache brushes the shell of my ear. “Wouldn’t she look so good taking that tight ass of yours?” At first, I don’t understand his meaning, then it slowly sinks in.
Reid blushes a little. His Adam’s apple dips.
“Oh…” I can’t help the way my lips part. “I’m assuming you don’t meanrideas in cowgirl style.” My fingers walk up to the place where his pulse drums in the side of his throat.
Henri is ruthless in this sort of state, relaxed and languid with a voice like velvet. “Don’t get me wrong, he’d probably die a happy man if he got to have you in his lap, swallowing his cock, watching these perfect tits bounce all day and all night long.”
“You’re trouble.” I let out a tiny laugh. He can’t be serious. This is just him fooling around after having a good time… right?
“Our boy here loves to give, but he’s also a total slut for receiving.”
The look on Reid’s face tells me the truth. His eyes search mine quietly, as if he’s trying to reach inside my mind and whisper the real question.Could I trust you to be what I need?
“I’ve never done anything like that before… I don’t know if I’d be good enough.” Aside from the fact that I’m immediately suspicious as to whether these men have somehow discovered the pornographic contents of my Christmas present hidden in my luggage, I can’t help but feel the twinge of curiosity.
Behind me, the mattress rolls, and I’m being manhandled into a new position, rolled over, as if they both need time to cuddle me. A ridiculous notion, which I need to evict from my mind immediately. Reid tugs me against his chest with a heavy palm.
“Have you read about it in your books?” Henri props his head up on one tattooed hand, drags a finger over the swell of my breast, and lightly plucks at my nipple.
“Be gentle,” Reid murmurs from behind me.
“From the way you’re squirming, I’m going to assume that’s ayesto the books question.” His eyes flare, focus drifting between my breasts, and the cowboy holding me tight.
“Did you get yourself off thinking about fucking a guy?”
My mouth drops open, closes, then opens again.
“Ohh… the fun we could have this Christmas.Joyeux Noëlindeed.” He smirks.
“How do you get me to admit things like this? It’s sorcery.”
“Consider me an excellent judge of character. I’m nothing but good at team sports.” His chuckle is so confident and alluring.
“When I’ve read a scene like that… it sounds really hot,” I admit. Turns out, I’m nothing but honest when presented with sex talk among these two men.
He narrows his gaze on me, something seductive and magnetic in that expression. So much so, I’m stunned into silence, watching as he takes my fingers and sucks two of them into his hot, wet mouth.
Henri guides my hand down to my swollen, slippery clit. And I simply allow him, without hesitation or questioning, because I know he’ll only make me feel good.
Holy hell, do I enjoy how he makes me feel good.
