Page 72 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
His thumbs stroke idle patterns over my skin in between each movement of his mouth, driving me absolutely insane.
The room feels hotter and heavier knowing Jack’s still watching.
I can almost feel him inching forward, not enough to intervene, but enough that I know he’s closer than before, wanting to get a better view of me.
When Reece pulls away again, long enough for me to breathe as he fumbles for the front of his jeans, I turn my head to look back at the other chair.
Jack’s knees are set wider apart than before, his chest rising and falling too fast.
Our eyes lock for the briefest second, and, for a moment, I think he’s actually going to get up and join us.
But then, something thick and hot is pressed against my lips from above, stealing my focus.
The blunt head of Reece’s cock pushes insistently, dragging over the seam of my mouth until I part for him, letting it slide past my lips.
My tongue curls around the underside instinctively, tasting him, and I let him sink in until my throat flutters in protest.
Reece’s groan is low and raw, vibrating through the air. “Oh,shit…”
His hand moves to cup my jaw firmly, his thumb keeping me exactly where he wants me.
The other hand tangles in my hair, guiding the pace, savoring the drag of my mouth over every inch of him.
Above me, his hips find a rhythm. Rolling in, pulling out, pushing deeper again.
Below, Liam hasn’t stopped, his mouth locked on me like he’s determined to wring every reaction possible from my body.
His tongue moves in counterpoint to Reece’s thrusts, and the coordination is dizzying all over again—one drawing sounds from my throat, the other from somewhere deep in my chest.
Every muscle in me is strung tight, pleasure building in overlapping waves.
My spine bows like a drawn bowstring, my body reacting before my mind can even catch up.
Oh god, it’s so good. It’s so hot.
I’mright there, hovering at the edge, every nerve firing at once.
My fingers shoot out, digging into the couch cushions to ground myself, nails curling into the fabric as if that alone will keep me from flying apart.
And then, without warning, Liam is gone.
The sudden absence is a shock, the wet heat between my legs replaced by the rush of cool air.
My hips twitch in protest, chasing him without meaning to, a needy sound caught in the back of my throat around Reece’s cock as he holds me in place, refusing to let me move.
I can’t see him from this angle, not with Reece’s cock still shoved down my throat, but the faint rustle of fabric and the impatient grunt under his breath tell me exactly what he’s doing.
Reece slows himself, keeping me strung out just enough while the tension behind me builds again.
Finally, warm hands skim down my sides, finding my hips and holding them tight like Liam’s been starved for the feel of me.
He holds me still, his grip sure and possessive, before something thick and hot nudges between my legs.
The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance, testing, pushing just enough to make my breath stutter.
My groan vibrates around Reece’s length, a helpless sound that earns me a sharp inhale from him above.
Liam waits only a second, just enough to feel me soften before he starts to push in.
