Page 23 of The Santas Who Stole Me

“Not until I say come, kitten.” Keeper shifts his hand on my throat and I wonder if he can feel the bulge of Zeke’s dick outside my throat.

I’m not going to be able to wait until he tells me I can come.

Zeke grabs the back of my head and holds me in place with no warning while he shoots down my throat. The guys slow their pace, giving me time for him to finish, and I gaze up at Zeke swallowing him down.

When he’s completely empty, his mouth goes back to its normal slant. He pulls out and leans down to kiss me in the sweetest way. Like he didn’t just gag me with his dick. “That was incredible, Georgia.” I am starting to wonder if I am developing a praise kink because his words light me up like a Christmas tree.

“I can’t hold on much longer, Keep. Watching her swallow was hot as fuck. Good job, cookie. I’m going to make you scream. Ready?”

“Yes please,” I say when Zeke shuffles back from our kiss. I barely get the words out before Calum slams into me, over and over, and Keeper speeds up his pace too.

“You can come now,” Keeper whispers in my ear.

The gush of my release seeps out and I scream, just as Calum promised. My body spasms around them, and my skin tingles as waves of my orgasm hit.

With one final slam into me, warm cum shoots deep inside. Calum grunts while his fingers cut in my side, desperate to keep me in place as he finishes. After he’s done, he pulls out, and I immediately miss the fullness, but then Keeper reaches around and slaps my ass before roughly bouncing me up and down.

I’m so tired and my limbs feel like jelly.

“Come on, kitten. Do you see their eyes on you?” He moves my head to face Calum and Zeke, who are still semi-hard despite the cum they poured into me. “They want you to come again.”

“I don’t know.”

“You can do it for them. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you. Make me come, Keeper.” My voice isn’t a plea but a command.

He reaches around me and pushes two fingers on my clit, it’s like a button setting me off.

Damn if I don’t feel another orgasm building.

Calum’s palming his dick again while Zeke’s stare intensifies.

Having them watch me makes me feel like a sex goddess, and I bounce up and down on Keeper and grab my tits, putting on a show. Before I know it, I’m on the edge again. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck yes you are. Let me hear you say my name.” But no intelligible words come out of my mouth. Instead it’s some combination of a scream and moan of his name. I don’t recognize the voice or care about it because my body is shaking and clenching. Keeper holds me down on him and curses while he pumps his load into me.

When he slips out of me, Zeke is there and scoops me up in his arms, murmuring how good I did and how sexy that was. We make our way to Keeper’s bed and I can hardly keep my eyes open as he pushes me in the middle and wraps his arm around me.

Calum moves to the other side and Keeper heads to the bathroom and returns with a warm cloth. One of them wipes me down, and I sink back in between them and drift to sleep.

Chapter Seventeen

ZEKE

We all slept in Keeper’s bed with Georgia last night. She woke up in the middle of it with a nightmare, which she has had almost nightly since she arrived. After that Calum fucked the fear out of her. Keeper made tea, did some work, and I watched. Before Georgia I have never cared to watch someone come, but I have to say watching her shatter is beautiful. She wasn’t able to fall back asleep, so I put her in the bath, and Keeper returned to hold her through the night. She tossed and turned but finally hit REM sleep early this morning.

I sit here in the armchair in the corner watching her breaths rise and fall. The guys left earlier to start breakfast and get to work. With two weeks left until Christmas, we need to get some tasks completed. She’s all wrapped up in that sheet looking so pretty with her hair a mess and her lips in a pout.

I’ve always liked watching women sleep. There’s something about the peacefulness they have when they are unknowingly being watched. I want to watch her for entirely different reasons. One to make sure she’s sleeping without nightmares. The rest of them have to do with all the ways I want to fuck her. I haven’t yet. It’s too soon.

She starts to stir, and I stay seated. Silently waiting for her to wake up completely. She frowns at the empty pillow beside her, then she sits up and sees me splayed out in the chair. My legs are spread wide in nothing but Keeper’s gray joggers. Yawning and stretching with a small smile she walks across the room and heads to the bathroom. After a few minutes she comes out and sits right in my lap. My arm wraps around her to hold her in place, and she puts her head on my shoulder.

“Good morning.”

“Morning,” she whispers back with a wiggle against my leg.

“How are you feeling? Sore?”