Page 28 of Longing for More
My resulting moan was the only answer he needed before his hand was pressing against my mouth on his own accord, shutting me up. My own hands went to Ryder’s hair, tugging on the short length as he sucked on my clit. As I did so, I turned my head towards Lucas, making eye contact with the man who had turned my world upside down overnight, desperate to be thrown over the edge somehow.
Ryder had me right there and I was ready to combust. He spoke next, releasing me long enough to do so. “Give her something, bro. Let’s ruin our girl for her Christmas.”
I shuddered at his words, right as Lucas shifted me slightly, forcing me to give him my sole attention. His voice was rough, nearly growling, as he said, “Come for your boyfriend so I cangive you all my cum later without him feeling left out, little girl. Give us your orgasm.”
Fucking.
Hell.
He hit the nail on the coffin as his hand shifted, forcing two fingers into my mouth. He forced them to the back of my throat and I gagged on them lightly, only to suck on them before he pulled them out entirely. “God, you’re so good. I’m never letting you go.”
My body shook as the orgasm I had been sitting on tore through me. My pussy fluttered on Ryder’s fingers and he groaned as he kept sucking my clit, feeling it pulse in his mouth. I couldn’t take the silence anymore and cried out, even with Lucas’ fingers in my mouth, pressing against the inside of my cheek.
The orgasm felt like it lasted hours, tearing me apart for everything I was. I shook as it subsided, quivering against the both of them from aftershocks and the chill that filled the room.
Lucas kissed the side of my head as Ryder began climbing up on me, knowing I’d want a kiss from him next. “Merry Christmas, Mamas.”
My arms stretchedabove my head, aching, and I groaned.
Fuck, these men wore me out.
“Careful, Mamas,” Lucas said, bringing my attention down to him as he rubbed my leg affectionately. “I’m trying to behave.”
“I’m just stretching!”
“Yeah,” he rumbled before pulling me back down towards him. We had all fallen asleep again, even after I had pouted over not providing them with anything in return, and had only just woken up again. It was easily early afternoon, though none of us were in any rush to get up. “And that’s enough for me.”
I smacked him on the shoulder, only to notice something as I did so. I had questioned it earlier but had been far too…preoccupied to ask. “Why are the both of you clothed? Didn’t we go to bed naked?”
Ryder answered for them both. “Mmhmm. We had to do something during the night, though.”
I frowned. “You had to work? In the middle of the night? I thought you were on leave.”
He pointed at the Christmas tree to our right and my eyebrows nearly flew to my hairline as I finally gave it any attention. There…were wrapped presents under the three. More than the three I had left for Ryder. The three I had gone to bed with. Emotion clogged me out of nowhere as I leaped out of bed, looking at the tree with excitement. “You…you bought me presents?”
“Of course we did,” Ryder answered. “I know it’s not the present you asked for last night, but I’m hoping it’s at least a little something. So, you know just how much I love you.”
Instantly, I felt like a little child. “Well? Get down here! I want to open them.”
They both laughed at me, though moved when they noticed I was completely and utterly serious.
I didn’t fuck around over presents.
Lucas sat on my right, keeping a respectful distance that made me hesitate, given everything we had done last night and this morning, while Ryder stood against the wall, leaning confidently. He was tall enough that the fairy lights above him nearly hit his head.
“I didn’t get you anything, though,” I pouted, looking at Lucas.
He merely shrugged. “I’m good right here. This is a better Christmas than I’ve had in a long time already.”
I made a vow to myself to get him something for Christmas, even if I would force it out of him. But, until then…I leaned forward, eagerly opening the presents in front of us, and ignoring every mocking laugh that fell out of their mouths.
I could be greedy in sex. But I would never turn down something wrapped in a pretty bow, either.
The contents of each box nearly made me want to cry with the, somehow, thoughtfulness of each thing. Lucas gifted me a set of pens, perfect for annotating all of my books, while Ryder gifted me a pairing book that he had noticed was in my sights. The same went with a new coffee cup, covered in little candy canes, while Lucas gifted me a batch of peppermint mocha coffee.
All of the gifts matched in tandem.
It felt like a message.