Page 9 of Christmas Desires

“A Christmas present for you,” he said as he drew level with the bed.

A buzzing started, and I realised he had a small bullet vibrator. Simon widened my thighs and sat back but didn’t lose rhythm. The drag of his cock changed, and the angle stimulated my G-spot. I arched against the restraints and closed my eyes. The vibrator touched my clit, forcing them open again with a cry. It was too much and not enough at the same time. My toes curled in on themselves. These two were going to kill me.

“That’s it, come for us.”

I fell over the edge into the orgasm, and it sucked me down like a black hole.

Simon pulled out, letting cool air rush over my overheated skin. I lay dazed for a few minutes as Gene unclipped my cuffs from the bed and undid them, massaging my wrists.

“Up you get.” He nudged my loose limbs to sit up.

Simon sat back against the headboard. His erection sat proudly upwards. The condom was empty, and I realised he hadn’t come.

“Do you want to stop?” Gene asked.

I shook my head and crawled towards Simon, who grinned, his Santa hat skewed on his head.

“Words,” Simon growled as I straddled him.

“No, I don’t want to stop.”

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

His eyes gleamed, and he helped me position myself over him by gripping my butt cheeks and spreading me wide. I sliddown on him, and the slight soreness added to the knowledge that these two had worked me over tonight, and I loved it.

My unrestrained hands fell onto the warm skin of Simon’s chest. Gene shuffled behind us on the bed.

“Your form said you wanted to explore anal, but that takes some preparation.” He stroked a finger down the crease of my arse, and it feathered over my back hole.

I groaned and squeezed around Simon.

“A beginner plug would be a good start while Simon fills you up.”

I shivered as Simon guided me up and down, his wide fingers spreading my cheeks for Gene. A bottle cap clicked, and Gene’s fingers returned covered in cool liquid. The pressure at my back entrance, coupled with Simon fucking into me from below, made my eyes roll back. Gene breached my tight ring of muscle, and the slight burn hurtled me to the edge faster than ever.How the hell was I ready again?

The pressure left, replaced by a cold, slippery object that felt huge for a second until it disappeared fluidly inside.

I cried out at the weight of it. Simon moved his hands to my hips.

“Bounce,” Gene barked.

I met Simon thrust for thrust. The next second, the bullet was back against my over-sensitive clit. Simon hammered his hips upward, and the feeling of him inside me made my eyes roll. I clenched up, and the added weight of the plug caused pleasure to burst from my centre. I screamed, and Simon pulsed faster, prolonging my release and following me over with a grunt.

Panting and riding the wave, I slumped forward over Simon’s chest. Gene slid the bullet away, and I was a limp noodle once more.

Eventually, Gene helped me up and led me into the shower. I might have levitated there rather than walked. Simon joinedus, and between them, they washed me. My mind floated as I enjoyed the water rushing over my skin and the ministrations of two sets of large hands.

Once everyone was clean, they worked together to dry me off, trading off to dry themselves. They left me to go to the toilet, and when I emerged, Simon pulled a fuzzy robe around me, and I snuggled into the collar.

“You did astonishingly well, Candy,” Gene said. “Simon will take you to the pod suite you booked.” He’d dressed in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.

“Thank you. It was amazing,” I said, unable to form a more coherent sentence.

I knew instinctively that my time with Gene was over. It had been spectacular. My body was sore in places but free from tension, and I had no regrets.

CHAPTER 6

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