Page 7 of Huge Christmas

There’s something about the push and pull of sex, the anticipation of your partner’s actions, the familiarity and surprise that brings us closer. By day, we’re three separate people, connected by love and trust and commitment. But at night, we become just one being, united in the search for the ultimate pleasure.

“Oh, you look so fucking hot taking my cock,” sexy professor Ethan says, grinning down at me with his glasses still in place. His eyes drift to where his brother is currently sucking on myclitand I watch in real time as his eyes glaze with arousal. “Nathan really enjoys doing that,” he says, canting his hips as though he’s imagining working his way into my pussy.

I don’t stop to tell him Nathan’s fantastic at it because he already knows. Instead, I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks and pushing deeper, until his thighs begin to tremble, and his hand is in my hair, trying to slow everything down. When he pulls his cock from between my lips, there’s an audible popping sound that makes us all laugh.

“I think it’s time to give Harrison and Jenna a run for their money in the noise department.” Ethan slumps onto the bed with his back resting against the headboard. He pats his lap. “Jump on pretty girl. Let me show you the ride of your life.”

“Yee-haw, cowboy,” I snigger.

“Is Ethan getting bossy?” Nathan asks, wiping his top lip with the back of his hand.

“Something like that,” I say, but I’m already obeying his order.

Even though I’ve been fucking these men for years, it still takes me time to fit everything they’ve got going on inside me. Just one of them is a snug fit, but I know as soon as Ethan takes this position that he wantsboth of themin my pussy at the same time. I remember the first time we did this, I thought they were going to split me open, but instead I had the craziest orgasm ever. What used to be daunting is now a treat.

I roll my hips, dropping lower and lower with each pass until Ethan is buried deep inside me and my eyes are tightly closed with concentration. Nathan looms behind me, his hands on my hips, his big body warm and close. “Relax, baby,” he says, stroking up and down my spine in long, firm strokes, knowing what I need to lose myself between them.

“She’s ready,” Ethan reassures.

“Of course she is.” Nathan lines up his cock alongside his brother’s and pushes, reveling in the slickness and heat between us.

“Let Nathan in, baby,” Ethan croons, kissing my damp forehead and holding me close against his chest. I soften under their touch and words, wanting this moment where we’re all joined, needing to feel them fill me.

Being with two men shouldn’t be this easy. Long ago, before I overheard them talking about wanting me, I remember feeling so conflicted about having feelings for my twin stepbrothers. It seemed so wrong, so forbidden. But looking back, all of that seems so ridiculous now.

We’re meant to be, like peas and carrots, and steak and fries. They’re my left and my right and I’m the glue that binds us all.

Nathan moves deeper as Ethan, and I keep still. I pant softly as my body stretches, and Ethan kisses my cheeks, telling me how beautiful it is that I love them both. And it is beautiful.

The transition between penetration and fucking is seamless. Nathan takes over, moving for us all, grinding my clit against his brother’s pelvic bone, making my legs twitch with sensation. Ethan groans at the tightness of my pussy, clamping his eyes shut, furrowing his brow. The pleasure is so extreme it’s hard to find the focus to breathe.

“Oh God,” I groan.

“Carrie,” Nathan responds, kissing the back of my neck while he works my body into a frenzy. My body is liquid heat and forest fire, slick and open between my men. This is it. The thing that brought us together. The thing that will keep us burning as bright as the sun.

“I’m…” I can’t get the word coming out of my mouth before it happens. My pussy bears down so tightly that Nathan pauses his thrusts, moving slower and shallower, soaking up my pleasure. His hand brushes my spine again, as though he’s soothing a skittish mare.

“Baby,” he whispers.

“Baby,” Ethan repeats.

All my words have been stolen as I tumble into oblivion.

I’m weak limbed and loose brained when Nathan begins to move again, but it doesn’t matter. My body is a vessel for their pleasurenow, andfeeling them come together inside me is the ultimate high. Four hands grasp my hips and waist, two mouths find my skin and suck hard, leaving marks that will take weeks to heal, but I don’t care. They can mark me forever and I’d take it all.

“Fuck,” Nathan mutters, and I know he’s speaking through gritted teeth because it doesn’t sound like him.

“Give it to her,” Ethan says, with a similar growl to his twin. “Fill her up.”

Nathan groans, seizing inside me, his cock pulsing as he does exactly what his brother ordered, and Ethan isn’t far behind, taking over and thrusting until he releases too.

The sound of our shared panting is ridiculous, the weight of Nathan overbearing, the heat of Ethan like a raging furnace. But none of that matters because I’m so damned happy. A bubble of laughter drifts through me, until it escapes, and I’m laughing and panting and perfectly content.

And just as I’m about to tell them how good they did, there’s a bang on the wall. “Keep it down, you guys,” Harrison yells and even through the wall, I can tell he’s laughing.

“I guess we got our own back,” Ethan laughs.

“They won’t be able to look at us over breakfast,” I say, cringing even as I find it hilarious.

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