Page 139 of Filthy Rich Santas

Ryder’s mouth drops lower, and he and Tristan both play with my breasts, sucking and teasing me as Beckett keeps fingering my ass, touching sensitive nerves I didn’t even know I had back there.

Then one of them starts working my clit, and I lose all track of whose hands are where. I only know that they’re turning me on. I feel worshiped, almost dizzy with the intensity of their attention. The more they touch me, the faster my body reacts, as if it’s already becoming trained to respond to them with earth-shattering orgasms.

“I need… I need to come,” I gasp. “Please.”

Ryder tips my face up, lifting a brow. “No.”

I shudder, then gasp when Beckett pulls his finger out and replaces it with something hard and cool. I didn’t even realize Ryder had handed him the plug.

Beckett places a firm hand on my lower back, anchoring me. Tristan tugs on my clit piercing, whispering, “Breathe. That’s it. Now bear down and let it in.”

I do, crying out softly as Beckett pushes the plug into my ass. The stretch as my body accepts it has me craving more in a strange way.

“Please,” I repeat, my body instinctively clenching around the intrusion as Beckett gets it fully seated. He taps the jewel on the end, sending a fresh shock of sensation through me.

Then all three men step back, leaving me gasping.

“Fucking beautiful,” Beckett comments from behind me. The other two murmur agreement, then they tell me to stand up.

My knees feel weak, but I do it. Ryder helps me pull my clothes back into place, his hands lingering and caressing me the whole time.

“You’re really not going to make me come?” I whine. My whole body feels like a live wire, every touch from the three of them a zap of electricity.

But Beckett just grins, stepping in close and gripping my jaw, tilting my head back to meet his eyes. “We’re really not. And you’re not allowed to take care of it yourself either. Do you understand, little menace?”

My breath hitches, my ass clenching around the plug as I nod.

“I understand.”

“Sir.”

I moan softly at the reminder. “I understand, sir.”

“Good.” He kisses me, quick and hard. “Because if you come before we give you permission, therewillbe consequences.”

“Okay,” I agree quickly, more than happy to suffer through the ache between my legs, because I already know I’ll like whatever the reward will be. “Thank you, sir.”

“God, you are such a fucking temptation,” he mutters, his eyes dropping to my mouth again. But instead of another kiss, he turns me toward the bedroom and swats my butt, sending another zing of unexpected pleasure from the plug to my core. “Go shower, but remember to be good.”

There’s literally no way I can forget. I’ve never worn anything like this before, and my awareness of the plug as we get ready to leave the hotel is distracting, to say the least.

By the time we pile into the SUV, I can’t stop squirming. The men take full advantage of my arousal to tease me as we drive, making it impossible for my body to calm down, edging me to the max.

The entire day is torture, with every hour seeming to drag on forever. But somehow, despite the filthy promises they each whisper to me as we fly down the highway and the teasing touches that slowly ramp my arousal up to an almost maddening level, I manage to hold back from begging.

“You sure you’re going to make it?” Tristan asks toward the end of the day, brushing my hair back and nipping at my ear as I hold back a whimper.

I nod, although I’m not sure if it’s true.

WillI make it? They’ve kept me at a medium level of arousal for so many hours that my entire body feels flushed, and I know it wouldn’t take much to push myself over the edge

Just one touch. Just a little pressure in the right place. Just?—

“Where are we going?” I ask, dragging my mind away from how much I want to come when I notice that Beckett, who’s driving now, is exiting the freeway.

There are still a few hours of driving time according to the route we planned, but I’m not complaining.

Ryder turns around from the front passenger seat, smirking. “That depends on you, love. But if you want to go, we thought we’d take you to a kink club that some friends of ours own near here.”

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