Page 17 of Christmas with my Three Best Friends

Jax sits down and kisses me on the lips, our tongues clashing as I struggle to recover my breath. I don’t ever want this to stop. It’s too beautiful. It’s sublime and primal. It’s animalistic and delicious. Richard grabs a handful of my long, blonde hair and pulls, prompting me to gasp excitedly while he licks my neck and playfully bites my earlobe. Jax devours my mouth, and I welcome the possession, as Marius turns the volume even higher.

“Come on, baby, you can do it again, I know you can,” I hear him say.

The intensity is too much to bear. My pussy is hyper-sensitive and under constant onslaught of orgasms, the vibrations making me unravel wildly. My hips rock back and forth. I need more. Harder. Deeper.Oh, God, this is unbelievable.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Richard whispers.

“Oh, don’t stop… Give me more!” I moan as he kisses me and Jax focuses on my breasts.

I’m loved on every level. I’m teased every which way. Each nerve ending in my body is ablaze, the tension reaching an all-time high as I feel myself rolling over the steepest edge I’ve ever been on. Jax and Richard hold me tightly, pinning me against the sofa as I lose all self-control. I see Marius stroking himself as he stands up and comes closer.

“Harder!” I plead, and he pushes the vibrations even higher.

It’s insane. It’s so much. Too much. But I’m a good girl. I take it. I take it gladly as Marius tightens the grip on himself and climaxes. His seed bursts and splashes across my bare chest as the next orgasm virtually destroys me. Jax keeps my mouth busy with his while Richard bites my shoulder. I’m falling apart, held in place by these incredible men, unraveling at the seams as every rocking motion squeezes my pussy dry.

I’m gushing like a fountain, completely unhinged, my juices flowing freely as I come undone.

I explode, over and over, like a supernova. I’m safe in their arms, the sweat dripping from my temples and down my breasts, where pearls of Marius’s seed glisten softly.

“You’re incredible,” Richard says when I’m finally able to hear them again.

My legs and arms are like boiled spaghetti, my heart filled with songbirds and my pussy beyond sensitive. Marius turns it off and kisses me lovingly on the lips.

“I’ve said it once, and I will say it again,” he says, peering deep into my eyes. “This is only the beginning, Shay.”

“That takes care of one item on your list. Plenty more to go, though,” Jax adds, a boyish grin cutting his face from ear to ear as he beholds me.

I take deep and measured breaths as I come down from the heavens, the colors and shapes around me returning. My vision is focused once more, and my heart may need a while before it can beat without trying to bounce out of my chest. But the pleasure I feel is colossal, like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I know Marius is right. This really is merely the beginning.

And if the beginning of this is so mind-blowing, what will the top item on my naughty list feel like? I’ve already lost my mind here. What else will I lose? And why can I no longer imagine a future where said first item on my naughty list won’t happen?

7

Shay

Christmas week finds the four of us at a private spa and resort in upstate New York called Hedonerie, which I believe to be a play on the word hedonism. I guess there would no other fitting term for what we’re doing, anyway. Richard booked us private suites on the first floor of this sprawling complex overlooking the snowy Chappaqua woods.

The resort is splendid—a cluster of interconnected minimalist buildings with humongous windows and sloped glass roofs. The lobby is clean and well-appointed as we reach the reception desk.

“Good morning, and welcome to Hedonerie,” the concierge says. “I presume you have a reservation, sir?”

Richard nods and slides his ID across the counter. “Yes, I do. Richard Adami.”

“Ah, right, Mr. Adami,” the girl replies, while the other receptionist tends to an incoming couple. Glancing around, I notice a lot of couples hanging out in groups, laughing and touching one another in a rather intimate and loving manner. Why do I find it odd? “We’ve been expecting you. Your suites are ready, and my colleagues will guide you to your rooms.”

“Thank you,” Richard says. “I believe we’re also booked for dinner tonight.”

“That is correct. We have you at a table for four at seven o’clock. Would you like to confirm while you’re here?” the girl replies.

He nods once. “And one of the playrooms afterward.”

“Yes. Which would you prefer?”

“Playroom?” I mumble and give Marius a wondering look. He smiles vaguely, and it does all sorts of things to me. “Playroom?” I ask again.

“You’ll see,” he replies.

A concierge comes over to load our bags onto a brass-plated cart while I keep my ears open and aimed at the reception desk, where Richard is going over playroom options. I thought this was a spa and resort. I’d understand massage and hydrotherapy rooms. I’d understand thermal pools and cosmetic salons. But playrooms?

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