Page 39 of Tickled Pink

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “Keep going.”

I take it slowly, working with the lube to ease inside of her again. One inch, two inches. And back out again. I patiently listen to her, judging my next move based on her reactions.

“Oh, fuck. This feels amazing.” Phoebe braces herself against Max’s chest. “Fuck me, please. Both of you.”

I pump my hips, giving her what she needs while my fantasy plays out. After a few strokes, Max moves, purposefully matching my speed. I feel him as he feels me, separated by little more than a thin wall inside of her.

I reach out to grab her shoulder only to find his hand is already there, but I don’t care. I grab him instead, holding on tightly as ecstasy blinds my senses completely.

Phoebe cries out as her ass and pussy clench. “Keep doing that and I’ll come again.”

I growl in her ear. “You like this?” I ask. “You like feeling the two of us inside of you?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“You going to come on our dicks, baby? You want us to come inside of you together?”

“Yes!”

“You want my cum in your sweet ass?”

“Thad—” Max grunts. “Shit, man, you’re gonna make me come,” he says with a laugh.

I smirk. “Ladies first.”

“I’m coming!” she cries out again. “I’m com— com— Fuck!”

Max and I hold her up as she breaks into wild spasms on top of us. Orgasmic bliss touches her face and voice and I can’t help but reach my end as well.

I stay deep inside of her as I come. One more thrust and Max stops with me, letting out one final grunt as he busts, too.

The three of us pause with buzzing bodies, leaning on each other as pleasure rattles our bones. Max sits forward to bury himself in Phoebe’s breasts and I rest my head on her shoulder, leaving light kisses on her skin. She wraps one arm around Max and reaches back to rest the other on the back of my neck, holding us both as we all breath the same air.

Soon, our bodies give and the three of us collapse together onto the bed. Max and I assemble the way we always do, falling into place on either side of Phoebe’s perfect form. She strokes his shoulder. She runs her fingers through my tattered hair. We comfort her as she comforts us.

And we won’t have it any other way.

Chapter Eleven

Phoebe

I open my eyes, no longer able to ignore the sun bleeding in from the window. Memories of last night come flashing back and I roll over with a bright smile on my face.

Merry Christmas to me.

I extend my arms to either side of me, expecting to feel two large, warm bodies lying around me, but the bed is empty. My fingers touch paper and I sit up, recognizing the page as paper ripped out of one of Thad’s notebooks.

Ho ho ho! Make yourself pretty and come downstairs. T&M

I move to sit up, and my left wrist catches. I laugh at that damned red checkered tie latching me to the bedpost with more than enough give to go unnoticed.

“Funny,” I say as I free myself. “Bunch of comedians.”

I hop off the bed and bolt into the bathroom to freshen up. After a quick shower, I fix my hair into a messy bun, throw on some comfortable lounge pants and a t-shirt and head downstairs, following the delicious scent of food wafting up from the kitchen.

Stinky meets me at the bottom of the stairs. She excitedly hops up as I approach, and I laugh hard at the set of antlers playfully attached to her head.

“Hey, Rudolph,” I greet her, bending down to scratch behind her ears. “Lookin’ good.”

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