Page 68 of Wrapped Up with the Three Scrooges
“So tight and perfect.” Ronan’s voice was strained with effort like he was barely holding back.
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on Levi’s chest as I started to move between them, my body rocking as I took them both. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, the pleasure building with each movement.
Max moved to stand on the bed, his legs straddling Levi’s torso as he braced himself against the headboard. His cock was hard and ready, and I couldn’t resist the urge to taste him. I wrapped my hands around his thighs, taking him into my mouth.
Max groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I sucked him in earnest. The taste of him, the feel of him in my mouth, combined with the sensation of Ronan and Levi moving inside me, was almost too much. My body was spiraling, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.
“Your mouth feels so good.” Max’s hips moved in time with my mouth. “And look at you taking their cocks like a queen.”
I hummed around his cock; the vibrations causing him to groan and tighten his grip on my hair. His body tensed, his cock swelling in my mouth, and I knew he was close. I wanted to taste him, to feel him come undone in my mouth, but I also wanted to come with all of them.
As if sensing my thoughts, Max pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth with a pop. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with desire and something more—something soft and tender.
“Together,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. “We come together.”
Max dropped to his knees, and his hand slipped between my legs, finding my clit. The added stimulation was all I needed, and I cried out as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me. My pussy clenched around Ronan and Levi, their cocks pulsing inside me as they found their own releases, their groans of pleasure filling the air.
Max followed soon after, his cock pulsing in his hand as he came, his release painting my chest and stomach. I looked up at him, my body still shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, so undone and vulnerable.
As the last of the tremors subsided, I collapsed onto Levi’s chest, my body sandwiched between him and Ronan. Max joined us, his body curling around mine, his arms wrapping around all of us. We lay there, a tangle of limbs and sweat and satisfaction.
“That was...” I trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what had just happened. Incredible? Mind-blowing? Life-altering? None of them seemed adequate.
“Perfect,” Ronan finished for me, his voice soft and content. “Absolutely perfect.”
Levi hummed in agreement, his hands tracing lazy patterns on my back. “I think we’ve found our new favorite sleeping arrangement.”
Max chuckled. “I think you might be right.”
I smiled, my heart swelling with emotion. This was more than sex and pleasure. It was connection and love. This was us, all of us, choosing each other, choosing to be brave, choosing to be together.
It was the start of something incredible, something beautiful, something real. And I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us.
Chapter Thirty-One
Max
The shipping order rush might have been over, but the day before Christmas Eve was always chaotic as last-minute shoppers stopped in to have their presents wrapped. We were all stressed, well, except for Emery. Something was up with her.
I’d been watching her all morning, and her cheerfulness had crossed the line from holiday spirit into definitely plotting something. Even for her, the random bursts of humming and secretive smiles were suspicious.
Not to mention her odd request that morning to borrow one of our cars, and for me, Levi, and Ronan to drive together.
Emery had just taken a cart of presents to the front and did a little shimmy-dance back to her wrapping station, obviously thinking no one was watching. I bit back a smile, pretending to be very interested in the gift I was wrapping.
“You’re staring again.” Sophia murmured as she passed by with an armload of ribbon spools.
“I am not staring.” I was absolutely staring. “I’m... supervising.”
“Mm-hmm.” Sophia’s knowing smirk made me want to assign her to the glitter paper station, even though she was horrible at wrapping presents. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
I followed her to the supply room, determined to get answers despite having a wrapping job a customer was picking up in ten minutes. “Has she said anything to you? About... anything?”
“About anything?” Sophia’s eyebrows shot up with amusement. “Well, she did mention something about the economic impact of candy cane consumption during the holiday season. Very fascinating stuff.”
“You know what I mean.” I straightened some boxes that didn’t need straightening. “She’s been extra... Emery-like today.”
“Extra Emery-like?” Sophia laughed. “I didn’t realize that was possible.”
