Page 35 of Santa's Pucking Hat Trick

When his tongue found my clit again, it was with a lovely, firm pressure that surprised me into my first orgasm in seconds. I let out a shocked whimper as my body began to shake, my pleasure cresting and throbbing throughout all my muscles. Sawyer hummed in satisfaction, continuing to lick me, though he backed off my sensitive clit.

I was lost in a sea of sensation as my orgasm subsided. Sawyer wasn’t ready to stop, was having too good a time exploring me with his tongue, his finger still slowly sliding in and out of my channel. It didn’t take long for me to feel the telltale signs of my arousal approaching a peak again. I was panting, half crazed with need and overwhelmed by how good this was. How goodSawyerwas.

When he plunged a second finger inside, hooking them both upward to stroke my G-spot right as he sucked my clit between his lips, I came apart again, harder this time. My back arched off the bed, my grip on the roots of his hair tightening to something that may have hurt him, but he only kept up his efforts to bring me all the way through my orgasm. He licked me safely, tenderly, like he feared I’d really break into a million pieces. It was mesmerizing, being touched by this man. I could hardly think straight when he finally pulled his mouth off me and began to kiss his way back up again.

I felt myself reach for his cock, the shock when I realized he was still fully clothed. My hand scrambled to remedy that situation, pulling up his shirt and half undoing the button and zipper on his pants before he stepped in to help. He laughed at my clumsy fumbling, a lighter, happier sound than I’d everheard him make. Sure, he’d smiled and laughed with the kids at the ice center that morning, but this was different. Maybe it was more real to me because I knew I’d made him laugh like that.Ihad caused the gorgeous smile that split his lips, white teeth showing with his auburn facial hair framing it so well—even when it was still damp frommyjuices.

How could he be adorably sweet and sinfully sexy at the same time?

I had to kiss him. It was messy, nothing seductive or graceful in it, but I didn’t care. Sawyer didn’t either. He kissed me back, just as wild, the salty tang of me on his tongue. I moaned into the kiss, reaching again for his cock, sliding my hands down his now bare abdomen, the coarse hair that had fascinated me at the photoshoot. When I found his erection through his light gray underwear, I gasped.

Sawyer was rock hard, and he washuge.Roman and Wes had been plenty impressive in their own ways, both deliciously filling when they’d been inside me, but Sawyer’s cock was thicker and longer than any other I’d seen. He smiled wickedly at me as I helped him get fully naked, and when he was bare, I couldn’t stop looking. Taking all of him in.

“You…you’re so big,” I gasped out, taking in every thick, gorgeous inch of Sawyer’s cock. He was glistening with precum, and I couldn’t help but reach out a hand to grab his base, noticing with a shiver that I couldn’t make my thumb and middle finger meet on either side. As much as I looked forward to feeling him stretch my pussy to its limits, I was almost worried he wouldn’t fit. I had a decent amount of experience—more in the past few weeks—but I wasn’t a fuckingpro.He made my vibrator look puny.

There was something of Roman’s usual overconfidence in the way Sawyer was trying to hold back his smile. He watched meholding him, satisfied with my awed reaction, and he leaned in to kiss my jaw.

“It’s all for you, sweetheart. If you want it, it’s yours.”

God, did I want it. I edged closer to him, pressing our naked bodies together in an intimate hug, relishing the way his erection nudged my lower stomach. “I need it,” I told him, barely a whisper. “Raw.”

Sawyer shivered, understanding my meaning—no condom, nothing between us. Part of me knew that it was stupid, frankly, to have unprotected sex with a third man in as many weeks, but I didn’t care. This was why I took the pill in the first place. I needed us skin to skin.

He needed it just as badly. He wrapped me in his arms and laid me gently back on the bed, holding some of his weight off me but still giving me the perfect amount of pressure that felt like safety. Our kiss was slow, passionate, our tongues and mouths savoring one another so completely. Then, together, Sawyer and I guided his cock to my wet entrance.

I held the base while he brought the tip, slick with his need and mine, into contact. He kissed me a few times, smaller, more reassuring ones as he slowly thrust his hips forward.

It was going to be a tight fit, even as soaked and open as I was to him. Sawyer helped me breathe through it, whispering sweet words into my ear about how I was so tight, felt so good, was such a good girl. His hand came up to tease my nipple, a gentle massage that was just as erotic as it was relaxing. Slowly, carefully, he kept pushing forward, stretching my walls to their limits.

The pleasure was greater than any pain. I’d never felt so full, so utterly claimed before. By the time I’d adjusted, spreading my thighs further apart and wrapping my legs around Sawyer’s waist, I needed him to thrust like I needed my next breath. Ilocked eyes with him, entranced by that golden hazel hue, and told him what I wanted next.

“Fuck me slow and hard, Sawyer. Please.”

He was more than happy to oblige.

Together, we fell into a rhythm like the ebb and flow of the tides. He rocked into me, careful and full of passion, his body showing mine nothing but love. It was all I could call it. Sawyer wasn’t just fucking me. He stroked my hair with his large, strong hand, kissed my mouth like he would be more than happy to have only that, and moved inside me in a way I could only describe as making love. The tenderness of it was shocking.

My reaction was even more so. Pleasure built like a slow, delicious ascent, so satisfying that I could feel happy tears spring to my eyes even as I moaned and gasped and begged him for more. It was so intimate, our bodies pressed entirely together in a way that restricted his movements, but Sawyer was a natural. He knew just how much to pull back, just how hard I needed him to rock back forward, filling me to bursting.

I was getting close, so close to another orgasm, when Sawyer slowed his rhythm more, making it torturous. Fuck, I loved his torture—wanted this to last forever, even if it meant I had to wait years and years to come again. He used his impressive strength to roll us over in a smooth motion, not separating us. Now I was on top of him, my breasts hanging and pressing into his chest, my hair falling like a veil around his face. Sawyer growled in pleasure, craning up to kiss me hard, pulling my lower lip between his teeth in an almost savage bite.

I cried out as I sunk back onto him, somehow feeling him even deeper than before from this new angle. Sawyer held my hips, guiding me into a new, faster rhythm. I followed him in perfect sync as he thrust up into me at the same time, both of us growing breathless and moaning into each other’s mouths.

It didn’t even take another minute. As he fucked up into me and I pounded down on him, the first spasms began, and then I was screaming in an orgasm that had my whole body shaking, twitching, lighting up in multicolored bliss. Sawyer groaned, a triumphant sound, and in another few seconds, another few delicious thrusts, I felt him jerk to a stop, his cock inside me twitching violently as he came too. A perfectly poetic end to the whole affair—intimate, sweet, but no less intense for it.

We’d agreed in the car that Sawyer wouldn’t stay the night. This wasn’t a onetime thing, since I doubted either of us could deny ourselves the opportunity to dothatagain, but there were rules to no-strings arrangements like ours. One of them was no emotional intimacy. No matter how loving and tender the sex had been, there was no reason for me to believe we could cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms after the fact.

But that was exactly what happened. We stayed connected for as long as either of us could stand it, and then we rolled over into a more comfortable position, him pulling his cock out of me at last. I slung my leg over his as I snuggled in and laid my head on his chest, listening to his beating heart. We told ourselves it would only be a minute. That he’d get up soon and leave, and I’d go to bed in my guest house alone. But we both drifted off to sleep, still wrapped in each other, and the warmth of him permeated my dreams.

19

WES

I’d heard of people being hypnotized by good sex. People making bad or stupid or reckless decisions because they were so overtaken with lust after sleeping with someone that they forgot all common sense. I never quite thought I’d be the type to fall prey to that, but ever since that day in Rachel’s office, I’d been unable to think about anything but getting inside her again.

Not just that, really. I wanted toseeher again. To spend time with her. To…show her I was interested in her, not just for more mind-blowing sex, but in a more substantial way. All hopes that I was over my childhood crush on her were now dashed, and I was head over heels for the girl next door just as thoroughly as I’d been years ago. Desperate for an opportunity to connect with her again.

Which is why I was here now, carrying a bouquet of flowers and sneaking into the Henning’s backyard, en route to the guest house. Delusional? Maybe. But romantic? Also yes.

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