Page 66 of Spiteful Lies

“Someone’s getting a bonus present,” Pierce comments, holding four bottles of wine in his arms.

I don’t mind that he’s standing there watching us. If anything, it makes me want to put on a show. My skirt and panties are low on my thighs, so I pull them off and toss them to Pierce. He catches them in his hand and places them on a chair in the little nook. I hop up onto the counter and open my legs, leaning back. My heart is beating fast, and my pussy is soaked.

Justin moves closer. “Should I get a…”

I shake my head. “I trust you.”

For a moment, we don’t move, staring at each other, and then he’s between my legs, unzipping his jeans. They fall quickly to the ground.

Pierce grabs a chair and sits down, “Are you ready for your Christmas fucking?”

I wink at Pierce as Justin rubs his tip against me. He slides into me, but not completely. His jaw clenches as he tries to control the pace. Not too fast, too soon, even though I want it. I wrap my legs around his hips, making sure every hard inch is in me. He groans, and I place my finger over his lips.

“It’s our secret until the others wonder why we’ve been gone so long.”

He pants. “I’m quieter than him.” Justin kisses me, and it’s electric as his mouth covers my lips. It’s as if we get off on having an audience. I almost cum on the spot.

Justin’s fingers squeeze and caress my body until he’s holding my ass. He holds the back of my head, and rapid-fire kisses land on my lips as I move against him. The pace slows as the sensations build slowly. I squeeze his cock, completely turned on by his need.

Pierce stands beside us and kisses my cheek until I turn my head and start kissing him back. His tongue slides along my lips, and I take it into my mouth. I ride Justin, pulling him hard against me with my legs, and that makes Pierce’s kiss that much hotter.

I place my hand on his shoulder as our kiss intensifies. His mouth is warm and soft, and he tastes good. Another man is between my legs, but Pierce kisses me as if he owns me. I lean into his neck, kissing it as his hands reach for my chest. Pierce doesn’t break the dirty kiss as he unfastens my bra through my sweater.

“Aw, fuck!” Justin shouts and presses his hips tightly against me as he groans. My legs slip out of his grasp, and Pierce pulls me into his arms.

I melt against him and kiss him harder, wanting him more and wanting him in me. I pull on his jeans, and in a quick motion, he’s pulling them down. I take his cock in my mouth, and in a minute, he’s rising in my mouth. I suck and pull with my hand, tasting his heat in my mouth. Pierce moves his hips while Justin strokes my cheeks.

It’s hard to concentrate, and I have to take a moment, staring up into his eyes. His breathing becomes ragged, and he brushes his hand alongside my hair. I feel him throb against my bottom lip, but I don’t want him to come too quickly. I pull back, squeezing him by the base as I slip his heavy cock out of my mouth.

“Let’s go back into the living room.” I pull off my sweater, take off my bra, and strut naked out of the kitchen.

Wyatt’s eyes pop as if he’s never seen my naked body before, and Bryce stares, too, as I walk into the living room, finding them seated on the antique couches. Justin follows with his pants off and only his T-shirt on. And Pierce has stripped off all his clothes, leaving them on the floor as he follows us into the room.

Wyatt slaps Bryce on the knee. “I told you it was taking too long.”

I lie down on my tummy on the pile of fluffy comforters and pillows in front of the fire, feeling sexy in my skin. I’m never ashamed of my body as I stretch it out and show off every inch. I smile and pat the empty space beside me, and then roll over on my back, running my hands along my inner thighs. Unashamed of how wet I am there.

Wyatt yanks off his clothes while Bryce calmly undresses, mesmerized by my twisting on the floor. Wyatt kneels between my legs. His touch is tender as he opens my thighs wider. His lips barely brush my opening, and then he kisses my damp thighs. His mouth moves over me as he carefully covers every inch of bare skin with a kiss. And then he kisses me down there as if we’re making out. I squirm against his open mouth, gripping hard onto a pillow. I’m lightheaded. It feels so good.

Bryce takes my mouth with a deep kiss as Pierce gently strokes my breasts. His fingers gently move across my hard nipples. He leans down and flicks his tongue over one and then pinches the other. The chills make me kiss Bryce’s mouth harder. This is what that princess must have felt as every man surrounded her and pleased her. I hiss as the sensations shoot through me into my pussy, and I want to crawl out of my skin. I want to feel them all in me—deeper, harder, and faster.

I reach for Pierce and grab his cock in my hand. But I lose my concentration as Wyatt’s tongue works over my clit, and he places a finger in me, feeling for the rough spot deep inside. Moaning, I can barely speak in sentences. My hips bounce when he adds another finger, and in a few minutes, I’m shouting loud enough to fill the entire house with noise. I clench his fingers, and everything builds up and finally releases. I lie panting with his soaked hand between my legs.

“I really need to be fucked,” I whisper.

They look at one another with uncertain gazes, unclear as to who will go first. I don’t know either and think back to Rawlins’ office. That was so much more natural and just fell into place, whereas this seems planned. And I know that whomever I pick first might seem to be my favorite. I don’t want them to compete again and especially not over me. I’m not a possession.

Bryce looks at Pierce. “Well, you like to talk, so direct me.”

Bryce lies down beside me and covers me with his lean body. His hard muscles move against me, and I press against him as desire gains control. His hand reaches down and strokes my pussy. “Nice and wet,” he moans, “Are you sure about the condoms? I have some.”

I shake my head. “We won’t need them anymore.”

He kisses me hard as his fingers spread me open, and I sigh into his mouth. I start to ride his fingers, desperate to feel something harder and thicker in me. He shifts on top of me until his tip rubs hard against my soaked slit. I moan as he pushes into me with force, making my slit part for him.

“Bend your legs,” Bryce whispers in my ear. He moves in deeper, and I hiss when he presses his finger against my other hole. I rock gently. I hiss again as Bryce pushes his thumb in me. Oh, that feeling of being full and taken.

Gradually, he moves as if he wants me to go mad until I feel his groin pressing against mine. We find a rhythm as I hold onto him, wrapping my legs around him and squeezing him between my thighs. He buries his head against my neck, and I feel him grow larger and then feel his warmth. I hold him close, wanting what he has to give me.