"Well, like she said, it's Christmas Adam. And from what I saw yesterday, I can get from here to the strip safely enough and the strip is clear. So I'm going Christmas shopping."

Liam shook his head and smirked. "Last-Minute Logan strikes again."

"Hey!" Logan barked with a teasing smile, "that's Last-Minute Daddy to you!" He got out of bed, and headed to the shower.

Liam looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. I nodded, and before Logan could even think about stopping us, we joined him.

Liam

"Not fair, you guys." I drew a ragged breath and looked down at Noelle. Her lips were wrapped around the head of my cock while Logan took me from behind. "I thought the idea was to team up on Logan."

Noelle shrugged, a glint in her eye as she opened her mouth to speak around my dick. "We were… but this makes more sense. I'm servicing you because you're my Daddy, and he's fucking you because he's yours. It's the natural order of things, really. Besides, you're easier to gang up on and easier to get off. We don't have all day, you know. It's Christmas Adam. We have things to do," she teased with a wink.

"Just go with it and let it happen, babyboy," Logan whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

They were right. I let go of the guilt and the worry that I was getting more out of this than they were and closed my eyes, allowing myself to just feel and be.

With my eyes closed, shutting out the world, I focused only on the feelings. Noelle's lips, her tongue as it massaged my cock, my cock butting up against her uvula as she took me. Logan's thick cock in my ass, filling me. The way the front of his groin smacked against my ass with each hard, slow, thrust.

The sensations mingled together, and pleasure mounted. I wouldn't last long with both of them going at me. "God," I moaned, throwing my head back and arching my back, guiding my cock deeper down. Noelle’s throat. "I'm gonna come."

Logan smacked my ass. "Come, babyboy." That was all it took. Once again I filled Noelle’s mouth with hot, sticky cum. She gagged for a second, not expecting it so soon, before opening her throat and swallowing every last drop as I shuddered out my release, just in time for Logan to fill my bottom with his. His body sagged against me and I staggered to hold him up, my own body weak and spent. Finally he straightened.

Logan used the detachable showerhead to rinse me off, paying close attention to my cock, ass, and inner thighs.

Noelle got the same quick treatment, then he opened the shower stall and sent us on our way. "Go and let me finish my shower in peace."

"Yes, sir," I said with a mock salute.

He grabbed my hand and held onto my fingers. "That's yes, Daddy to you," he said before dropping them.

Noelle and I piled out of the shower stall, giggling as we wrapped in towels and scurried to the bedroom. I opened the closet and threw her a pair of leggings and a sweater. "Here, wear these."

She threw them back at me. "I already told you. The only thing I'm wearing today is an apron and a smile."

"Suit yourself." I opted for comfort and warmth, throwing on a pair of gray sweatpants and my old college t-shirt.

Noelle scurried out of the room to the kitchen and I followed close behind, setting a pot of coffee to brew as soon as I got there.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked. "And don't say cookies."

Noelle grinned, tying on a frilly red apron as she spoke. "Iwantcookies," she insisted with a grin. "But I'll settle for cereal."

"Just cereal? You don't want me to make you anything?"

"Cereal is fine. Less dishes, more time to celebrate."

"Right. Christmas Adam. Tree dancing and all that. Got it."

I got out the milk, a box of her favorite sugary cereal, two spoons and one big mixing bowl.

"Even less dishes if we share," I said with a wink.

"I like the way you think."

That was how Logan found us when he came out twenty minutes later: huddled together at the kitchen table, eating cereal from the same bowl.

"Less dishes, I like it," he said with jovial approval. "Makes me wish I had time to join you."