Page 50 of Snowbound with the Santas

The door to the bathroom suddenly swings open, revealing Archer and Frankie standing there with their flashlights pointed directly at us.

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RAYNE

Ishould be embarrassed being caught like this, but it barely crosses my mind. Frankie’s adorable smile widens at the sight, and even Archer looks impressed.

“Fuck,” I gasp, patting Nick’s shoulder to draw his attention to our audience. He lifts his head from where he was pressing a dozen kisses to my neck and smirks.

“Lads.”

“You didn’t come back.” Frankie grins. “So we came to make sure you didn’t break your neck in the dark.”

It’s impossible for me to follow the conversation while Nick’s cock pummels my insides, and the sudden audience brings an unexpected surge of lust through my body. I’m too hot to think, too hot to breathe properly, and no amount of gasps or writhing seems to ease it. Sweat slicks our bodies and Nick tightens his grip on me. The next barrage of thrusts are a blur, and the constant impact against my pussy, my aching clit, and that hidden bundle of nerves inside me is too much to process.

My body tightens and then snaps as my orgasm crashes over me in a hot wave, robbing me of all thought and sensation beyond the pulsing rushes of pleasure.

“Fuck,” I whimper, and my head falls back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Rayne!” Nick whimpers out my name, and a rush of heat floods my insides, bringing me a deep sense of satisfaction. He came too. I did that. I made a man like that fuck me like an animal and find his pleasure inside me. With a whimper, I lift my head and wearily cup Nick’s face.

“Wow,” I whisper, panting heavily.

His jerky, off-rhythm thrusts slow, and while my heart races, the rest of my body grows calm. I sag against his chest while the other two look on.

“Definitely no broken necks,” Nick pants, almost hiding me from view with his arms.

“Maybe a broken pussy.” Archer snorts. “Is this what a power outage does to the two of you?”

“It’s your fault,” I murmur, glancing up from where my cheek rests on Nick’s shoulder. “You’re the one who loosened me up.”

“Huh?” Frankie’s eyes widen as he looks at Archer.

“I just gave you a massage,” Archer counters. “The rest was all you.”

“Mmhmm.” I have no further counter.

My body aches in all the right places and my core throbs in time to the flutter of excitement in my gut. That was amazing, and yet I find myself craving more. Maybe it’s because I’ve gone so long without. I avoided it for fear of Ashton having broken me in a way I wouldn’t notice until it was too late. So far, none of these men have seen anything broken about me, and that’s soothing a deep hurt I long thought I’d made peace with.

“Fuck.” Nick groans and presses his lips to my damp temple. A moment later, warm hands touch my back and another set grasps my hips. With their help, I’m eased from Nick, who slumps back against the bath, panting, and then stretches out one leg with a groan.

I want to thank him, to tell him he was amazing, but as I open my mouth to say just that, a sudden warmth presses in between my thighs. Archer is still in my line of vision, holding his flashlight as he gently moves hair out of my face, which places Frankie between my legs. I moan softly, and then his tongue presses against my aching pussy. I once again lose all coherent thought.

I don’t know what’s hotter—that they’re all here or that Frankie was so eager to taste me that he couldn’t wait. He presses his mouth firmly against my pussy and uses two fingers to part my outer lips. There’s nothing to stop him, and when his tongue slides through my slick folds, he moans almost as loudly as I do.

Going from being fucked to being eaten out is a strange switch, especially since my core still throbs from the impact of Nick’s thrusts. But Frankie is attentive and he buries his face against me and uses his tongue like magic. Long, flat strokes along my lips, from home to clit and back. He kisses over me, firms his tongue to a point and flicks it over my swollen clit, and then sucks at my clit with slow, open-mouthed kisses with enough suction to make me see stars.

As he works, Archer leans down and presses a hesitant kiss to my lips. He’s wary, in a way, but I respect that because it’s how he is. So when he leans up, I cup his jaw and slide my fingers through the bristle of his facial hair, then guide him down for another kiss. Our lips meet, and I moan into his mouth, grinding my hips up against Frankie’s tongue.

Nick’s hands stroke my abdomen, caress my waist, and grope at my breasts. They touch everywhere, sending sparks of electricity throughout my body, and when I close my eyes against the glares of the flashlight, everything is heightened. My core tightens, and the muscles of my tummy ripple as heat builds against my pussy.

I’m aching, over-sensitive, and hungry, but when my hips shift away, Frankie follows. He eats me out like a man starved and doesn’t leave a single inch of me untouched. He brings me to orgasm before I even have time to acknowledge the surges of pleasure.

I cry out his name and sag into Archer’s arms, utterly weak to the pleasure.

Once again, in the back of my mind, I wonder if this is even real. This is something born right out of fantasy, and yet here I am, surrounded by three gorgeous men who can’t get enough of me.

“My turn,” says Archer, and my heart skips a beat. He sweeps me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style, and all the muscles of my core and lower abdomen protest the movement.

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