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“Get over here then,” I said, pulling him toward my mouth. “We might as well all get coal for Christmas…”
Fifty-Five
HOLLY
The night passed in dream-like slowness. It extended our pleasure, heightened our intimacy. Gave us reason to love one another, utterly and completely, mind, body and soul.
The boys took me one by one, screwing me quite literally senseless. One by one they finished inside me, Lincoln first, then Brody, then Donovan, who somehow held out much longer than even he anticipated.
From there we passed out for a spell, lounging beneath the Christmas tree. The warmth of the flames on our skin had made us sleepy, until we were a tangle of arms and legs and deliciously sated bodies.
I woke to the sound of a shower running, and joined Lincoln upstairs in the steam and heat. We splashed and laughed and soaped each other’s backs, then kissed and made out passionately beneath the spray, like two teenagers sneaking away from our respective parents.
One by one we went at it again, together and alone. Donovan fed the fire while Brody pulled me onto him, running his hands up and down my shower-warm skin. I rode him slowly, enjoying the one-on-one connection between us. Rocking and moaning, feeling the weight of his palms against my breasts, I continued until I felt the warm splash of his seed inside me, my fingers clawing his chest in approval.
This was my time now. My turn to take control. I pushed Donovan onto his back and mounted him too, riding him up and down. I picked up speed and leverage, tossing my hair back and forth as I fucked him. I must’ve been really hot and wet, because it took even less time to bring him off inside me.
“Now you.”
In a flash I was on Lincoln again, straddling him to the root. Grinding… squeezing… climaxing around him and then collapsing forward, totally spent across his chest. It felt like the world was ending. Like we were the last people left on the whole fucking planet, screwing our socks off, celebrating the end of mankind.
“The best…” I cried, half-mad with my own arousal. “You guys… are the best…”
Then I passed out and slept like the dead.
Sunday I woke to a entire breakfast banquet — all three of them had risen before me. We ate heartily and ran outside, excited to see that the storm had finally subsided.
The skies were blue, with not a cloud in sight. We shoveled ourselves back out, only this time without any real agenda or place to go. Brody started a snowball fight, which turned into an all-out war complete with snow forts, snow men, and whatever else we could think of to keep our blood pumping.
When it was finally over we tumbled inside, all caked in snow. The fire heated us from the outside, while hot soup warmed us from within. Our muscles were tired and pleasantly sore, except maybe Donovan who was actually getting less exercise than he was used to. During the day, anyway.
Night fell and we did everything all over again, only this time slower and more leisurely. There was tons more eye-contact. Deeper meaning. Each of the guys took me in ways they hadn’t before; kissing me, loving me, bringing me to all new heights of blinding white ecstasy… all while the others looked on approvingly, or joined right in.
Every time someone left me, another took his place. I spread wide for them, taking them into my body. I threw my arms around them, crushing them against me, relishing in the distinct feel of each of my three lovers.
We were bonded now, in ways we never were before. A happy little quadrangle, inside and out. In between our lovemaking we shared our thoughts, our aspirations, our dreams. Even our fears and failures, as well as every one of our shining triumphs.
Dawn was breaking again when Lincoln gently shook us awake. We stared at him in the violet shadows, fully dressed and squatting over us.
“Pilot just called,” he murmured. “There’s a flight window if we want to take it — a break between storms. But we have to decide now, before it closes.”
Brody stretched and yawned. “You mean we could be home before Christmas?”
Lincoln nodded. “Christmas Eve, actually. But only if we hurry.”
Home. The City. Reality…
Considering the paradise I was currently residing in, it didn’t sound all that appealing. And yet…
And yet we still weren’t home. Staying here was beautiful enough, but if got snowed in for another day or two we’d probably all go stir-crazy.
No, each of us missed the City in our own special wa
y. Some of us even had loose ends to tie up..
“Yeah,” said Donovan, throwing off a blanket. “Let’s do it.”
Fifty-Six
