Page 45 of Icing on Top
“You have to relax, baby,” Ben reminded me as he knelt before me and moved my hands to his shoulders to brace myself. Grantknelt at my side, and his hand slid between my legs again to stroke my clit.
“You can do this, Nova,” Grant encouraged. “I know you can. You were made for us, and we were made for you. We fit together perfectly.”
I nodded as I concentrated on channeling the properties of a wet noodle. Once I had relaxed enough, I felt the head push past the tight ring. I let out a distressed yelp at the sudden invasion.
“Fuck, you’re strangling my cock, Sugar. You feel so good. It’s up to you now. If you want to stop, we can.” I shook my head. No. I wanted this. I just had to go slow. When I had adjusted to him, I moved my hips, taking him a fraction of an inch deeper. Slowly I worked his cock inside me, fueled by sheer determination. The guys showed endless patience and encouraged me with tender touches and praise. When Lincoln was fully seated inside me, I grinned at Ben proudly.
“I did it,” I rasped, my skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“You sure did, baby,” he praised as he brushed the hair from my sweaty brow. “Ready for me now?” I nodded but couldn’t see how this would work in our current positions.
Lincoln sat up, bracing himself on one arm. “Lean back on me, Sugar. Give Ben room to work.” His free arm wrapped around my body, bringing my back to his chest, and we moaned together as he shifted inside of me. I adjusted myself so my feet were on the mattress, and I was sitting in Lincoln’s lap.
Ben took over from there, his large hands spreading my thighs wider. “Fuck, baby,” he growled, “you have no idea what seeing you stretched around Linc’s cock does to me.” I watched as he gripped his dick and guided the head to my entrance. “Eyes on me, Nova. I want to see your eyes as I fill you.”
My eyes snapped to his, and he made an approving sound in his throat as he slowly sank inside me. “Oh, God,” I moaned asmy pussy stretched around him. “It’s too much, oh shit, fuck, Ben!”
He stopped halfway inside me as he studied my face with concern. “Nova, do you want me to stop?” He started to slide out of me, so I dug my fingers into his sides and pulled him closer.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growled. “More, I need fucking more!”
“So hungry,” Grant praised as he turned my head toward him. “Here you go, Little Star, I’ll give you more.” He fed his cock into my waiting mouth, muffling my scream as Ben slammed home in one thrust. After only a couple of pumps, I came undone. The orgasm short-circuited my brain, and I felt like I was floating. They continued to move me between them, using my body for their pleasure. All I could do was hold on and fight to stay conscious, desperately clawing against the dark so that I didn’t miss the best sex of my life.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Linc said through gritted teeth.
“Me too,” Ben grunted. His thrusts sped up and became more erratic, rocking me faster on Lincoln’s cock.
Grant hissed as he tangled both hands in my hair and held me in place as he fucked his way into my throat. “Keep moaning, Star. Don’t fucking stop moaning. It feels so good on my cock.” Had I been able to think or talk, I would have told him I didn’t have much choice.
Even though they were all close, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that I had to come one more time. I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I wasn’t sure I had another orgasm left in me. I was wrong. I just needed to hear the magic words.
“Come for us, Nova,” Ben ordered as Grant’s hand slid to my neck, squeezing lightly, and Linc’s hand slid between me and Ben to rub my clit. “Be a good girl and give us one more, Baby. We need it, just like we need you.”
That was all the permission my body needed to fall apart one last time so that they could put me back together again. We came together, and I let the darkness take me this time. When I came to, I felt empty. Ben and Linc were wrapped around me, and Grant cleaned between my legs with a warm cloth.
“There you are,” Lincoln said smugly. “I was beginning to think we broke you.”
“You did,” I croaked. A glass of water appeared above me, and with their help, I sat up and took it from Ben with a grateful hum. I chugged the entire glass to replace all the fluids I’d lost. I was breathless as I handed the glass back to Ben. “I don’t think I can do that every night, but we are definitely doing that again.”
I fell flat against the mattress and reached for Grant as the other two wrapped around me again, pulling him to lay between my legs with his head resting on my stomach. I felt him kiss my belly as my eyes fell closed, and sleep claimed me.
5 Days Until New Year’s Eve
When I woke up the following day, the sky was starting to lighten. I stifled a groan as I maneuvered my way from between my still-sleeping hunks. Every muscle in my body was screaming in protest as I hobbled toward my room. I took a quick shower, redressed in the matching pajamas, and then dug into theback of my closet, where I had hidden the stocking stuffers. After ensuring they were still asleep, I collected and filled the stockings, resting them against the gifts under the tree.
Once I had finished playing Santa Claus, I went into the kitchen and got the oven heating. After popping the breakfast casserole I had prepped into it, I focused on getting the turkey into the roaster. Most people only do turkey on Thanksgiving, but not at my house. My dad wasn’t a fan of ham, so we did turkey for both holidays. This turkey took three days to get onto the table, but it was worth it. It was brined and smothered in bacon herb butter, then a woven blanket of bacon was placed over it. Once it was done cooking, the meat would fall off the bone. Hands down, it was the juiciest and most flavorful turkey I’d ever had.
Once I wrangled the turkey into the roaster, I chopped the onions and celery for the stuffing. The only downside to the bacon turkey was that you couldn’t stuff it. The bacon and butter added too much salt to the juices, ruining the stuffing as they flowed through it and rendering the juices useless for making gravy. We learned that from experience the first year we tried the recipe.
When the breakfast casserole was done, I brewed a pot of coffee, and my men stirred like a siren to a sailor. I watched them from the kitchen as they pulled on their pajama bottoms, hauled my mattress back to the bedroom, and put the living room back together. They ventured into the kitchen to greet me only when everything was in order.
“Morning, Star,” Grant said as he hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. His voice was still gravelly from sleep, making my insides all tingly.
“Morning. Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas,” they replied together.
Grant reached for his coffee, keeping one arm firmly locked around me. “Mmmm,” he said as he took a sip. “You make the best coffee. What smells so good?”
