Page 21 of The Santas Who Stole Me

“Will you do that for me? Give me all of you? Let me stay? It might not be normal, but it is what I need.”

The silence in the air is heavy, and I hold my breath.

“Tell us again,” Zeke says, hovering over my body splayed out on the couch.

“I’ll stay,” I tell Zeke.

His lips brush mine, and he curls his fingers in my hair.

Calum moves between my legs and presses a kiss inside my thigh. I can feel the heat through my jeans. He rushes to unbutton my pants, settling between my thighs.

Zeke alternates his kisses between my mouth and neck, and Calum remains at the end of the couch.

“I choose you, Calum.” At those words he palms his cock under his jeans, and I shudder at the thought of it being inside me with the others watching.

Zeke and Keeper roam their hands all over my body. Keeper kisses and sucks on my neck opposite Zeke, and I can’t help but let out a moan before I tell Keeper, “Don’t let me leave again.”

“Promise,” Keeper whispers and pulls my arm up, kissing the inside of my wrist and trailing down my arm.

Calum starts pulling at my panties, and Zeke pulls my shirt over my head. Keeper takes off my bra, and Calum uses a thumb to trace my clit. Calum pauses and spreads my legs apart. All eyes are on me as I’m laid bare in front of them.

“Taste her, brother. You won’t believe how sweet she is,” Keeper says to Calum, but his focus is on me.

Of course, he will be in charge of this too. I’m down for that. My head tips back as Calum licks me roughly in one long swipe from the top of my slit to my hole.

He pauses there, tracing the opening with his tongue before he spears it inside me. His thumb rubs slow circles on my clit, and I rock into him as he flicks in and out of me. “So sweet, cookie, I knew you would taste as sweet as you smell.” He inhales me, pressing his nose deep into the crease of my pussy lips. It’s only for a moment, and he is back to work like a man on a mission.

His mouth is so hot. I want him, but I need more. I grab for Zeke and Keeper at the same time.

Keeper lets out a low chuckle. “Needy little kitten.”

I agree, but what else should I be with all of them looking at me like I’m a five-star meal in a Michelin restaurant.

Keeper pulls off his shirt and removes his pants. Zeke is quick to do the same, and then they are both there standing in front of me. Keeper is like a goddamn GI Joe porn star, and Zeke is basically a freaking God. Zeke doesn’t have as many tattoos as Calum, but he has some I definitely want to trace with my tongue later. My gaze follows the ridges of Zeke’s abs that go down into a V, leading straight to his dick. Holy fuck, he’s bigger than Keeper. I gulp.

“Put Zeke in your mouth.”

I open my lips greedily, obeying Keeper. I want Zeke in me and to know what his cum tastes like. I want all of them.

Grabbing the back of my hair, Zeke hisses after positioning my face to the angle he wants and shoving himself inside my mouth. The expression on his face is worth every bit of him I try to inhale with a gag.

Keeper bites my neck then flicks my nipple with his tongue, fast and hard. I arch my back into him, and he closes his lips around my pebbled nipple and sucks and rubs the other with his thumb.

“She’s close,” Calum says in between fucking me with his tongue.

He’s right, I am. I meet my hips to his mouth again, trying to find a release for the warm frenzy building in my core.

“Come on my brother’s face. I want to see how quick he can lap you up.”

Calum moves a finger to my ass and puts pressure at the entrance, and his rough touch pushes me over the edge. My legs squeeze shut on his head and I briefly worry I’ll hurt him as I ride out my orgasm on his face. I pop Zeke out of my mouth with a wet sound.

Calum emerges from between my legs with a satisfied smirk before smacking my pussy and standing to his feet.

The sharpness of his hand against my swollen skin has me wet all over again. Groaning, I move to put Zeke back in my mouth, but instead he backs away. My brow arches at him, then Keeper hauls me to my feet and moves us to the chaise lounge.

I’m flipped on my stomach and laid over the end of the seat. My feet are on the floor, and the way they arranged me has me feeling like an offering. Keeper crouches behind me, his breath on my cheeks. I push my feet together to get out from under their stares, but Keeper shoves my ass cheeks apart, causing me to gasp.

“Think she’s wet enough?” Keeper’s deep voice is full of mischief and sin. He takes two fingers and swipes up my center, stopping on the tight back entrance.