Page 20 of Longing for More

I could die here and be happy. Right between the two men I called family.

Sense took hold of Lucas; he pushed himself back up, though somehow managed to still stay inside of me. “Are you both okay?”

I didn’t have a single answer for him. I was euphoric, spent, and tired.

I gave him a shaky thumbs up.

Ryder, on the other hand, had a tilt in his voice that I knew like the back of my hand. I groaned in a mixture of need and acknowledgement that I was most definitely going to be sore tomorrow morning. “I’m good. I think our girl can take one more though, yeah?”

Lucas raised an eyebrow as he stared at him, ignoring my whimpers entirely. Ryder’s words were enough for me to feel him getting hard again, right inside me. “Oh, can she?”

“Definitely. I know my girl. Our girl. And she has a fantasy that she’s never been able to live out, until now.”

My eyes widened as I moved my gaze between the both of them.

“Enlighten me.”

“Flip her over. Breed her pussy one more time. I’m taking that pretty, red mouth. Let’s make her as brainless as possible. It is Christmas, after all. Right, baby?”

It was then, I decided…I was in way over my head.

EIGHT

RYDER

My dick had never felt heavierthan it did the second I watched Lucas forcefully grab our girl and flip her over without a second’s hesitation, forcing her on her hands and knees. She gasped, somehow still shocked that she was petite enough to be manhandled, and then lurched forward with another gasp as Lucas delivered a powerful slap to her ass. The slap echoed in our bedroom and my dick twitched from it, wanting to hear it again.

I wanted him to turn her ass red.

God, there would be a day we always showered this girl with praises, only to bruise her flesh and mark her just for us.

I would make sure of it.

I lovingly, though finally, ripped the Santa hat off of my pretty girl’s head, only to stroke her damp hair and forehead. She was a sweaty, sex crazed mess, and it was always one of my favorite sights.

Sharing that sight with my best friend was icing on the fucking cake.

“Did you like that, pretty girl?” I asked.

She shyly nodded her head as I went to get up, desperate to take the uniform off.

I was more than happy to let Aspen be the entire star of the show. In fact, I think I wanted to watch her get fucked by him over and over again, even if I wasn’t holding her. I was happy to not receive anything at all. I was a big boy and I didn’t need to have an orgasm. This wasn’t about me.

And yet, I knew how feral my girl was for it, and I wasn’t about to deny her as the clock struck midnight.

Freeing myself from my uniform and boxers, I kicked it to the side and brought myself closer to Aspen. Right as I started tapping my dick on her pretty, red lipstick, Lucas took initiative and smacked her ass once again, harder than before. Her resulting moan was music to both of our ears, and she wiggled her ass back towards him, silently asking for more.

“Oh?” Lucas asked. “Greedy for praise and pain all at the same time. What do you say, Ryder? Maybe I should fuck her ass and give her that pain?”

I laughed as my hand traveled down to cup her jaw. She looked up at me with mischievous, yet innocent tinted eyes. “Nah, you need to breed that beautiful pussy one more time. Don’t worry though, pretty girl. We’ll both take your ass and pussy at the same time one day. I know how much you want to be double-stuffed, don’t you?”

She nodded eagerly as she reached forward, going to stroke my hard length. “Yes, Daddy.”

Lucas smacked her ass hard again—this one, having power and meaning. “I’m Daddy, little girl,” he growled. “Aren’t I, Ryder?”

My eyes tore away from my girl as I looked at my best friend. Feelings tore through my mind, heart, and body—though, somehow, none of them were negative. His words didn’t feel derogatory, but instead, owning. To the both of us.

All the same, I grunted as my eyes went back to my girl. “We’ll talk about it later.”