Page 67 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

“Fuck, I can’t wait for all three of us to be able to take you at once. It’s going to be the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. Having you so full with our cocks. Sharing you, truly. I want it so badly.” His voice is soft with longing rather than the rough, needy words Jake uses on me.

Every roll of his hips is sensual and his determination puts a sharp snap at the end that taps the very ends of me. It’s the only way to reach the spot back there. One that can detonate me so easily.

Breathing heavy against the back of my neck, Eli’s pleasure builds with my own. He likes to tease, to edge, to prolong the play by not coming right away, but it’s clear that’s not his intention this time.

Part of my rational mind returns to warn me that we’re in the office. At work. Barely hidden one pocket away from where everyone is drinking and mingling.

“Shh. Shh…No one will find us as long as we stay quiet.” He brushes the hair off my shoulder to lay sweet kisses along my skin. And his hands work under mine, threading our fingers so that he’s holding my hand as he fucks me.

God, it’s sweet and sexy, and I’m ready to fall apart under his care.

Then, I meet his gaze in our reflection and I’m drowning in the heat. They’re all starting to look at me this way. Something that transcends the dirty things we do to each other.

“Eli,” I say, and his pupils dilate, lids fall to half-mast as he interprets the tone of my voice. The way I say his name. I can’t even put into words the tumult of my emotions.

His mouth opens, like he’s inspired to say something, but his moving lips don’t make words until he simply says, “You.”

It’s soft and wrought with its own meaning that I can't completely decipher.

As his gaze takes in the view of my body in the mirror, he shakes his head. “This won’t do.”

Eli slides out of me, big hands on my hips to turn me around and plant my hands back on the counter. My cheeks meet the cold top and the hard surface is a new pressure against the plug in my ass.

A strange, strangled noise escapes my throat. My eyes go wide. And I relearn to breath as he lifts my knees in his grip to slide back into me. But once he’s nestled back against me, he leans in to capture my mouth with his.

He’s completely right. I’d been missing this. The connection that comes with kissing the way we do.

For a few seconds, I fight the urge not to curl my hand in his hair, not to grip those broad shoulders, but I remember…Eli didn’t tell me not to move.

So, I do. Grabbing onto him with the strength I have left in me.

When he puts inches between us, he catches my gaze with his complete tenderness. Even as his hips take on a fervent cadence, it doesn’t change how he looks at me. Beautiful openness.

My fingers find the curves of his cheek and jaw, rough with stubble.

I try to capture every ounce of softness amongst the overwhelming bliss. The way I rock from his thrusts has that toy tapping inside my ass and I’m trembling from the effort not to combust. It’s an unwinnable fight.

Half-formed moans fall from my parted lips as I cling to him.

Eli grumbles hoarsely, “Give it to me.”

Gasping, I nod, knowing I will regardless of how much control I pretend to wield like this. Clamping down on him makes him groan, prompting his frenzy. I ride the waves, teetering on that edge until one stroke flings me over.

Eli follows me a dozen thrusts later, filling me with his cum. His forehead falls to my shoulder, still drinking me in with those big hands and deep breaths. He brushes his nose along my neck and throat, planting a kiss under my jaw.

Slowly, he pulls out of me. I’m hot and cold at once.

Mostly clean when my panties are put back in place, Jake slides in behind me, lifting my dress back over my breasts and sliding my straps on my shoulders with a reverent touch.

Eli’s hands squeeze my hips and give my butt a tap. I throb around the toy still plugging my ass.

“We’re just going to leave that where it is.” Jake smiles against my ear, and I grin in return.

“A reminder?” I ask, tipping my face back to his.

He gives me a short but intense kiss, hand tight in my hair before he releases me. “Yes.”

After a few more lingering touches, Jake and Eli escort me out of Jake’s office and back to the party. The plug shifts with every step. It’s hard to keep from biting my lip as we weave through my coworkers.

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