“Let’s see how many more we can pull from you,” Noel suggests, and there’s a wicked edge to his voice.
Kane leans over to the side table and grabs two candy canes from the decorative bowl. He unwraps them both, the crinkling sound loud in the quiet room, and for a second, I think he’s about to eat them.
Then he holds both candy canes up to my mouth. “Open.”
I part my lips obediently, and he slides both candy canes into my mouth. I taste peppermint, sharp and sweet and cool.
“Sweet tooth?” Noel jokes, watching with amusement.
Kane grins, then pulls the candy canes from my mouth, now slick, and trails them down my body.
Between my breasts. Over my stomach. Lower.
“Oh,” I breathe, realizing his intention, and my thighs instinctively try to close.
But Noel’s hand is there, keeping my legs spread. “Let us play, sweetheart.”
Kane rubs the candy canes over me, the curved handles slick and smooth against my oversensitized flesh, and I’m squirming at the sensation. Cool and hard and so different from fingers.
Then he pushes both the pointy ends inside me slowly, carefully, and I gasp at the strange feeling.
Noel hooks one of my legs over his thigh while Kane does the same with my other leg, spreading me wide open for them.
The curly handles of the candy canes stick out obscenely, facing upward, and both men are staring down between my thighs like they’ve created a masterpiece.
“This is our new festive tradition,” Noel declares.
“Best Christmas decoration ever,” Kane agrees.
They each grasp one of the handles and pull the candy canes out slowly, then before I can process what they’re doing, they put them in their own mouths.
Both of them moan around the peppermint sticks.
“Holy hell.” Kane’s eyes roll back slightly. “Best candy cane I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.”
“Fuck yeah,” Noel groans.
They put the candy canes back inside me, and I’m gasping and writhing as they work them in and out, using them to tease me while their free hands roam my body, squeezing my breasts, stroking my thighs, touching everywhere they can reach.
Building me up again. Slowly this time, drawing it out, making me beg silently for release.
My body is on fire. Every touch sends electricity through me. I’m moaning constantly now, unable to stay quiet, my hips moving as I watch them dip those candy canes into me and then suck them.
That’s when I notice movement through my pleasure-hazed vision.
Cold air rushes through the house, and all three of us freeze, turning our heads toward the kitchen entrance.
Corn Dog trots through the living room like he owns the place, completely unconcerned with the scene he’s interrupting. He plods over to the fireplace with heavy steps and plonks himself down directly in front of it, releasing a contented sigh.
We all burst out laughing, the absurdity of the moment cutting through the sexual tension.
I grab for the blanket and yank it over my naked body, pushing away the guys and their candy canes with giggles. “We can’t do anything with him right there. He’s literally watching us.”
“Corn Dog, you need to leave,” Kane states firmly, but there’s no real authority in his voice because he’s still laughing.
“But he’s cold,” I protest, my earlier arousal fading slightly in the face of having an audience. “Look at him by the fire. He’s comfortable. We can’t kick him out into the freezing barn now.”
“He’s cock-blocking us,” Noel says flatly, standing up and adjusting the sock still covering his erection.
