Page 85 of Broken Pieces
I bite my lip and pick up my pace on his brother's cock as I stare at his toned figure.
“I thought I said no sex until after gifts!” he scolds us both and I quickly start touching myself before he does something mean like pull me off his brother's cock before I can come.
“Mad, our little sister is the gift that keeps on giving,” Max says smoothly as he leisurely leans back against the headboard and lets me use him as he remains still.
“Yeah, Maddox, come use your gift as well.” I reach my hand out for him and he moves towards us.
“You can’t tempt me like that! I won’t fall for it. Not on Christmas morning.” Maddox shakes his head, but he doesn’t stop getting closer.
“Please!” I bat my lashes at him. Once he’s close enough, I reach for his towel, pulling it off so his hard cock bobs free.
My eyes shimmer with need at the sight of it.
He rests one knee on the bed and whimpers when my hand wraps around the base. I'll never get tired of hearing that sound.
When I lean forward and wrap my lips around him, he grabs my hair and moans, “merry fucking Christmas.”
“Want us to fill you up from both ends, sweetheart? Stuff you full of come for Christmas?”
I moan around Maddox’s cock and Max starts bouncing me up and down on his lap. I hope every Christmas morning starts out like this.
Next year may be different, so we should really make the most of it now. They’re going to lose their minds when I tell them what their gift is this year.
I get lost in the thoughts of what they'll do to me once I tell them and my pussy squeezes around Max's cock.
“Fuck, Violet,” Max groans then he stills inside me as he comes. I’m not quite there and he knows that.
Deliciously rough fingers, calloused from years of baseball, start playing with my clit. Max keeps his cock inside me, knowing that the feeling of being so full of him and his come, turns me on.
As I milk him, it slowly leaks out of me and the delicate sensation of it running down my thighs sets my body on fire, making me come fast and hard.
With each desperate moan, I end up sucking Maddox deeper into my throat.
When my body stills, Maddox grabs my head and fucks my face hard. I keep my jaw slack and my throat relaxed so he can use me like the fuck toy he loves me to be. ThatIlove to be.
Knowing that I’m the only one to ever turn these two men on is an intoxicatingly, powerful feeling.
Maddox comes with a whimper and spills into my throat. I drink it all, not wasting a drop of what he chooses to give me andonlyme.
After we clean up and throw some clothes on, the three of us head to the main room of the cabin.
The fire’s already burning, I assume Maddox started it when he got up this morning. That and the warm lights on the Christmas tree give the room a soft, cozy glow.
Reginald gave Max ownership of the place when he asked for it, saying it was a good place for him to heal and decide what he wants to do now that he can’t play baseball anymore.
There are a lot of charities and schools interested in working with Max, having him help coach kids. He’s considering it, but still unsure if he even wants baseball in his life at all anymore.
Whatever choice he makes, both Maddox and I will support him.
Maddox has found a place to start up his own auto shop in the city and his dad is helping fund it. Turns out he didn’t want his son to go to college for the sake of making the family look good, he just wanted Maddox to have a clear goal for his future.
So when Maddox asked him for help with the paperwork and the legal side of running a business, Reginald was more than happy to help.
Thankfully, the cabin isn’t too far from my college so I can finish the rest of my final year whilst still getting to live with them.
I sit down on the couch next to Max and Maddox bounces over to the tree. “Why’s he so excited?” I whisper to Max and he winks at me in response.
I don’t remember him being this excited about the season when we lived with our parents, but it does feel different now that we’re all together just the three of us. Like this is how it was always meant to be.