Page 60 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Definitely soft,” I agree, turning my face to tuck it into the crook of his neck, hoping it will hide the flaming blush there.

I both love and hate having their eyes on me. It’s hot like fire… but like Tristan said, I’m not exactly svelte.

He leaves one hand cupping my stomach, his fingers brushing the neatly trimmed curls at the top of my pussy, and uses his other hand to turn my face back toward Ryder and Beckett.

“No hiding, freckles. You’re fucking gorgeous. They already missed out this morning. Don’t deny my friends the right to see how sexy you are when you come.”

“Am I going to come?” I ask breathlessly, half teasing him, half turned on.

He chuckles but doesn’t answer me in words. Instead, he starts brushing his fingers back and forth over my clit while he pushes the fingers from his other hand into my mouth.

“Suck these for me.”

My core tightens as I wrap my tongue around them and then moan when he pushes them deeper. It’s enough to distract me from the last of my insecurities, and it doesn’t take long before the teasing touch he’s using on my clit has me squirming on his lap.

He groans, scraping his teeth across the sensitive spot under my ear again. “Love those moans, but they’re not good enough. Not if we’re going to figure out what you like. Get specific. Communication is key when it comes to kink, so tell me—and I mean use your words—do you like it when I dothis?”

He pinches my nipple hard on the last word, the sharp burst of pain like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It lances through my body like a lightning strike, landing right between my legs, and I cry out, clenching my thighs around his hand.

“Yes!That. I liked that.”

“A little pain?” Ryder rasps, his eyes burning into me.

“I… I guess?”

Tristan nudges my legs open again, grinding the heel of his hand against my clit with his fingers still buried inside me. “No hiding. Let them see.”

Another bolt of desire rocks through me.

“That too,” I whisper shamelessly, my inhibitions falling away as I make eye contact with Ryder and Beckett. “And I like knowing you’re watching. Both of you.Allof you.”

Beckett holds himself so still I’d almost think he was uninterested if it weren’t for the dusky red flush creeping up his neck.Desire. It’s almost intoxicating to know how much he’s enjoying this.

And Ryder’s eyes, glinting with something hot, are practically eating me alive, creating a feedback loop with my own lust that just sends it higher.

Tristan pulls his fingers out of me, moving his hands to my hips and rearranging me so I’m spread open even more. Fully on display for all three of them.

“If you like being watched so much, how about we give them something to see then?” he murmurs in my ear, his big hands controlling my hips, subtly rocking me back and forth over his cock. “Touch yourself, freckles. Give Ryder and Beckett the kind of show you gave me this morning. Show them that pretty little jewel you’ve got.”

He means my hood piercing, and even though I’m no stranger to pleasuring myself, when I slip my pinky through the little ring and tug on it, moaning as it stimulates my clit, this feels different.

Ryder’s and Beckett’s attention makes every sensation even more intense as pleasure builds inside me. Being the focus of all three of these men gives me a heady, electric thrill.

The more they watch, the more I love the feeling of being exposed. Of having them see me like this, even the parts of myself I used to try to hide.

I speed up my attention to my clit and slide my other hand between my legs too. I run my fingers up the sensitive skin on my inner thighs, rubbing my slit, then plunge two of them inside.

“You’re so fucking wet, love,” Ryder groans, his gaze locked on my hand as I move faster, playing with my piercing. “Feel good?”

“Sogood,” I gasp.

“And so fucking pretty,” he adds, his erection straining against his pants. “You’re close, aren’t you? Close to making yourself come. Close to showing me and Beckett what we missed this morning?”

I am. It usually takes me a little more to get there, but everything feels heightened with all three of them.

“What did I tell you about not keeping things to yourself?” Tristan rumbles, his cock pulsing under my ass as he pinches one of my nipples again. “Ryder asked you a question.”

“Yes.” I arch, pushing my pussy against my hand. “So close. Please…”

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