Page 87 of Filthy Rich Santas

I groan. “I want… I want you both to make me come.”

And I don’t think Icanget more specific than that. Not with the overload of pleasure that’s already racing through my body.

Tristan kisses the back of my neck, the rough stubble on his jaw rasping across my skin. “I think you want more than just an orgasm though, don’t you? You want to submit to us. You want us to decide how to make your body sing tonight. You want to give up all control and hand it over to me and Ryder.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”

Ryder groans, pushing my bra out of the way and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth as Tristan reaches between my legs from behind and slips his fingers inside my panties.

“She’s wet, Ryder,” he says. “Dripping wet and so damn tight. How many orgasms do you think we can get out of her tonight?”

Ryder answers him with a low chuckle, but I can barely process what they’re saying, lost in the sensations as Ryder switches to my other breast and Tristan tugs on my clit piercing, working me higher and higher.

Then Ryder drags his mouth down the center of my body and gets on his knees, mouthing my clit through my panties when Tristan moves his fingers away.

“Open your eyes,” Tristan whispers in my ear, cupping my breasts as he holds me against him. “Beckett is watching.”

I cry out, pleasure spearing my core and rippling outward. I don’t know if it’s from Ryder’s mouth, or the way Tristan is pinching and teasing my nipples, or from what he just told me.

But I do it. I obey him, forcing my eyes open to find Beckett’s hot gaze locked on me.

He hasn’t moved, hasn’t come any closer, but even though there’s no expression on his face, the intensity radiating from him is obvious. He’s hungry for me. And as soon as I realize it, I can’t look away.

I want him too.

But then Ryder hooks his fingers in the edge of my panties and works them down over my hips, taking the ring in my clit between his teeth. I gasp and look down at him, his wicked eyes and his clever mouth mesmerizing me.

“Spread your legs,” Tristan murmurs. “Ryder deserves a taste, don’t you think?”

“Fuck, she’s delicious,” Ryder murmurs as I open my legs a bit, turning his head and sucking a bite into the tender skin of my inner thigh. “But as sexy as you look in these, I need them off.”

He rolls my panties down even farther, inch by inch, and he follows their progress with his mouth until I’m panting, desperate to have his tongue back where I need it.

As if he can sense my rising need, Tristan captures my arms and folds them over my chest, then holds them there as Ryder finishes stripping off my panties. It reminds me of how hot it was last night when Ryder told me about Tristan’s interest in bondage, but the reality of being restrained like this is even better.

I want to touch myself, but I can’t.

I want to push Ryder’s head between my legs, but they’ve taken that choice out of my hands.

“Green?” Tristan murmurs, as if he’s reading my mind.

“Green,” I whisper.

“Beautiful,” Ryder murmurs, looking up at me.

The heat in his eyes makes me flush, and when he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, the wave of heat that goes through me is so intense it has me moaning before he even puts his mouth back on me.

“I’ve got you,” Tristan says, supporting my weight and keeping me steady even as he continues to restrain me. “Let yourself enjoy this. Let go and surrender all your pleasure.”

It feels like I can’t do anythingbutsurrender. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but also cherished and safe.

And so incredibly turned on that I could go off with barely a touch.

“Please,” I gasp, writhing in Tristan’s hold.

“Keep begging,” he murmurs in my ear, his hot shaft pushing into my back. “It’s sexy as fuck.”

“I agree,” Ryder says with a wicked chuckle, sucking more of those hot, tingling love bites into my thighs and then, finally leaning in and dragging his tongue through my folds with a long, filthy lick that has me crying out and shamelessly pushing my hips forward.

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