We Wish You A Naughty Christmas: A Christmas Collection

by Skye Warren

  Kayne rubs my back. “Okay, kitten?”

  “Fine.” I nuzzle up against him.

  “Anxious?” he leans down and hisses in my ear.

  I look up at him with only my eyes, a perverse smile playing on my lips. “Are you?”

  “No. Not anxious. Excited.” Kayne draws me a little closer, pressing the bulge he’s concealing under his long tan dress coat into my hip.

  “I can't wait for your pretty mouth to be stretched around my cock,” he murmurs so only I can hear. It's only the four of us in the elevator, but it feels like it's jam packed. Jett and London sharing their own little sybaritic exchange in the opposite corner. The sexual tension is expanding in the small space like a helium balloon.

  Once we reach our floor, Jett and Kayne nearly carry us down the hallway. It's late and quiet, which amplifies the sound of the swipe of the key card. Want is running high, and need is inciting our appetites.

  We are no more than seven steps into the room before Kayne and Jett morph into their dominant alter egos. Before they become the commanding officials proceeding over London and I.

  “Strip. Now. Everything off,” Kayne orders as he corrals London and me into the bedroom.

  The suite is spacious, with a separate living area off the large bedroom and an iconic view of Central Park.

  As we walk backwards, we both peel off our clothes. First our coats, then our dresses, next our bras and panties, and then finally our shoes. By the time the back of our knees hit the edge of the bed, there’s a trail of expensive fabric throughout the suite.

  Kayne and Jett share the same wicked smile as they gaze at our naked forms. It's exactly how they like us—totally exposed, seductively vulnerable, and willingly submissive.

  “Did you like the way London was touching you in the limo, kitten?”

  I steal a glance at the poised redhead before answering. “Of course. I always love it when she touches me.”

  “We love it, too.” Jett takes a step closer. They both removed their jackets as we discarded our clothes, but that was it. They're both still fully dressed, while we’re completely naked. “Get on the bed,” Jett dictates as he takes London’s hand and leads her right, while Kayne approaches me and leads me left. We each crawl onto the mattress on our perspective sides guided by our governing men.

  “Undress me.” Kayne plants both my hands on his chest, the lapel of his suit jacket resting against my wrists. Balanced on my knees, I push the material over his wide shoulders and watch as it falls to the floor. He isn't bothered by it getting dirty or wrinkled; all he cares about is me. I move down the center of his stone chest, unfastening each pearly button slowly until I can separate the luxury cotton and send it floating to the floor. Next, I hike up his white undershirt, pushing it over his head, exposing his chiseled upper body and tattooed skin. I want to trace the tip of my tongue over every circle and point of the compass tattoo colored brightly on his right pec. Kayne is so much more than a man. He’s a specimen of the finest physique. He has the kind of body a congregant would devoutly worship. I lean in unconsciously, lost in his lure.

  “No, no, kitten.” He encircles his hands around my biceps. “No touching just yet.”

  I pout, but obey. I know my role. He’s in the driver’s seat, and I'm merely the passenger. Kayne slides his palms down my arms until he reaches my wrists. The path creates a warm friction against my skin. He guides my hands to the buckle of his pants and then jerks his hips. With clear understanding, I unhook his belt and then work the button before unzipping his fly. Once undone, I give a little push on the waist of his slacks, sending them to the floor with his shirts and jacket.

  “Mmm,” Kayne responds as he slips out of his shiny dress shoes and kicks off his pants. “Good little kitten.” He runs his fingertip over my bottom lip, then my chin and down my neck, stopping at my white satin choker. He smiles proprietarily as he tickles the little diamond heart hanging on my throat. It's the symbol of his ownership. His claim. Of who I belong to. It's a promise shared by the two of us, that no matter what, I will always belong to him, and he will always belong to me.

  Kayne flicks his eyes over my shoulder for a split second before securing my hips with both hands. “Time for a treat. Spread your legs.”

  I place my palms on his chest to steady myself as I walk my knees apart on the marshmallowy mattress. The bed dips suddenly before I feel the first caress of London’s tongue against my pussy.

  “Oh!” I dig my nails into Kayne’s skin as she explores slowly, sliding her tongue through my folds and around my pinching clit. Kayne watches my face as I indulge in forbidden pleasure. London’s soft strokes are so tantalizing I get lost straightaway. I try to move my hips, wanting to increase the friction, but Kayne holds me still, forcing me to only absorb what London delivers.

  I pant laboriously as her skilled mouth travels over all my most sensitive parts. She knows my body as well as Kayne.

  She knows how to draw me to the brink and then rip me away. My stomach muscles tighten and my nipples strain as the pleasure seeps into my body. It moves like a serpent over glassy water in search of its prey.

  My breathing is choppy, and my attention is challenged as I'm torn between watching the woman below me and the man in front of me.

  “Ah...Ah...Ah,” I heave as she viciously laps up the arousal saturating my pussy.

  “That mouth.” Kayne traces my lips. “I want it wrapped around my cock so I can feel everything London is making you feel.”

  My only response is needy eyes and a sensuous suck of his finger. I'll give him anything he wants, and he knows it.

  “You little fucking tease.” Kayne smiles as London and I shift, moving down the bed so I can situate myself on all fours. “Watch.” Kayne takes my chin and turns my head so I see London sprawled out on her back, legs wide open with Jett’s face hovering over her pussy. With a lascivious lick of his lips, he flattens his tongue over her crease and runs a long, hot drag over her clit. London’s arms and legs literally quake. Jett never takes his eyes off me as he repeats the motion, sending London straight into a tizzy. Her moans of pleasure palpable, I feel them pulse through my every fiber, and her mouth isn't even on me. I could come just from watching and listening to the two of them. Kayne returns my attention to him just as Jett begins to feast.

  “Open your mouth, kitten, and sit on her face.”

  Already light-headed, I do as I'm told, reconnecting my pussy against London’s lips and stretching my jaw wide. I know my husband. He takes no prisoners. As soon as he sees his opening, he shoves off his boxer briefs then drives his cock directly down my throat. A shared sound of ecstasy emanates between us. Each one of us floating in our own bubble of pleasure. I suck on Kayne’s cock emphatically as London tugs on my clit. The domino effect of indulgence bites each one of us hard. Her moans stem through me, translating to Kayne as I bob my head, swallowing every hard, straining inch of him over and over until both my jaw and pussy ache. I whimper desperately, needing to come; I’m so close the slightest gust of air could hurl me straight into oblivion.

  “You ready, kitten? You want it?” Kayne thrusts his hips mercilessly. “Moan for me, baby. Beg me to let you come.” My eyes roll into the back of my head as I'm swept up into an orgasmic trance. I whine forcefully, the sound vibrating against Kayne’s shaft while I ride London’s face. It's an all-out frenzy as our climaxes begin to bulldoze each one of us. London shakes and writhes beneath me as she licks and sucks and nips my pussy erratically. The perfect amount of pressure has me spiraling with her. My clit swells, and the walls of my womb contract as the most decadent desires surge like a violent sea through me. Paralyzed in a riptide of pleasure, Kayne seizes his opportunity, capturing my head and pounding in and out of my trembling mouth until he blows like a gasket and comes right down my throat.

  I ingest every ounce in a trippy haze as the effects of my orgasm work their way through my entire system.

  “That’s it,” he groans like an animal. �
��Don’t waste a single drop.”

  I indulgently suck on his shaft, languidly deep-throating his length, tasting the last bits of come secreting from the head of his cock.

  Kayne emits a euphoric sound as he stands before me with my head securely trapped in his hands. “Good little kitten.” He massages my temples as we both come around.

  “That was way too fucking hot.” I hear the tension in Jett’s voice as London is ripped away from me. Glancing over my shoulder, I find Jett stoking his cock as he lays on the pillows propped up against the headboard with a ravenous glimmer in his hooded aqua eyes.

  “Up.” Kayne tugs on my arm as London crawls to Jett. On all fours, she creeps like lioness. Majestic, feral, and exuding complete confidence. In a bedroom, she’s a wonder to behold. Publicly, she’s reserved. Polite, witty, stately, if I'm being honest. She has this aristocratic air. But behind closed doors, she’s a sexual powerhouse who can expertly play all roles. Lover, Master, slave, submissive. Her talents are limitless. The things she’s capable of, the way she can make me feel is sometimes incomprehensible. London is one of the most complex people on the planet and has a unique relationship with each one of us.

  Kayne positions me the way he wants, once again standing straight up on my knees, but facing the opposite direction so we both have a front row seat to the next show.

  “Hands behind your back,” he growls in my ear. I clasp my fingers together while listening keenly to his authoritative footsteps behind me. In front of me, London has settled between Jett’s legs, licking her pink-stained lips and stroking his pierced cock, teasing him with the unbridled pleasure she’s about to unleash. Just as London leans forward, I feel a soft fabric wrap around my wrists. I glance back to find Kayne restraining me with one of his silk ties.

  “Mmm, perfect.” He runs the tip of his nose along the curve of my neck, inhaling like I'm a bouquet of fresh-cut roses. “Preparation for round two.” Kayne gropes my bare breasts just as London parts her lips over the swollen head of Jett’s shaft. She takes him in slowly but steadily, sliding his cock into her mouth at a fixed pace until it completely disappears. The tortured sound Jett expels as she swallows him whole is palpable. We don't just hear it—we all feel it.

  Kayne pinches both my nipples at the just the right moment, reawakening my arousal with a shock. He rolls and stretches the two little buds continuously as we watch Jett and London partake in a pageantry of pleasure.

  “See the look on Jett’s face?” Kayne clamps my stinging nipples with his thumb and index finger, causing me to jerk in my bonds, the kiss of pain pulsating south. “That's exactly how you make me feel when your lips are wrapped around my cock. Tight, hot, wet.” He irritates my already sensitive nubs further, causing me to groan in both pain and pleasure. “It feels just as good as your pussy. Sorry, my pussy.” Kayne cups the apex of my thighs then rubs my tingling clit with his middle finger. “But as much as I love fucking you here”—he sinks the same finger inside my damp entrance and I gasp—“nothing feels as good as fucking you here.” He removes his wet digit from my pussy and uses the stolen arousal to penetrate the tight ring of forbidden muscle. I suck in a desperate gulp of air as my husband drives his finger all the way in my behind, the first breach always the most intense. “I love your ass, Ellie.” The lust has overtaken his tone. He’s becoming a needy, determined, impetuous man whose sound judgment is quickly evaporating. “Watch them,” he orders as he assaults me. “Watch them because when London is finished with Jett, I'm going to bend you over while she's underneath you and fuck you here”—he inserts another finger, and the additional penetration causes me to shake—“hard.” He scissors me open, and I mewl in twisted excitement. “I know you love it, baby. I know you love it when I hurt you. Because you and I both know the greatest pleasure doesn't just reach the depths of your body, it touches the depths of your mind. And I'm in your mind, Ellie, just like you're in mine.”

  “Oh god, yes,” I concede as Kayne persistently prepares me, using the fluid flowing from my pussy to lubricate my ass, smearing the wetness from tip to tip until his fingers are sliding in and out of the tight little hole more easily than through a stick of melted butter. Everything is throbbing. My head, my heart, my pussy, my ass. The need is overwhelming.

  I watch Jett and London in a lust-induced haze. Jett's eyes fluttering closed while every single muscle in his body pulls taut as he becomes trapped in an entanglement of ecstasy.

  “Right there, fuck, I'm right there.” He stiffens as a bellow of delirium escapes from his mouth. Watching Jett come as Kayne wildly fingers me has a rapturous effect. I want that rush. That all-consuming exhilaration pumping through my veins.

  A deprived mess, I spy as Jett takes London’s face and draws it to his own. They share a kiss only the two of them can share. One forged of loyalty and love and indestructible devotion.

  Kayne stretches me outrageously wide, and my anguished pitch catches the attention of everyone in the room. London and Jett break their kiss, focusing their attention on my bound, crumbling form. London’s dark blue eyes flash with something wicked before she returns to all fours and creeps across the luxe white sheets to me. Once she reaches me, she rises to her knees so we are eye to eye, nose to nose, lip to lip.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” she asks as she takes advantage of my tethered state, massaging my swollen, achy breasts.

  “Yes,” I heave as Kayne continues with his maddening ministrations.

  “You look sexy as hell like this.” She drinks in my flushed, naked form.

  “Show us how sexy you think she looks.” Jett creeps up behind London, pushing her dark red hair aside and kissing her shoulder. They steal another lingering kiss, tongues visible, before she turns her undivided attention back on me. Kayne halts his movements with his thumb buried in my ass and his middle finger submerged in my entrance.

  “She’s fucking soaking wet,” he announces, and both London and Jett leer with satisfaction. London interprets that proclamation as her green light, attacking my neck with an onslaught of sloppy kisses and pinching nips of her teeth. I exorcize a moan as she works her way down my body, using the same force on both my sensitive nipples. Both Kayne and Jett watch with morbid fascination as she adds layer upon layer of intensive suffering to my already burning skin.

  Once London licks her way down my restrained body, she freezes right at the crease of my pussy. I nearly cry in pain.

  “Don't stop. Don't stop,” I plead. They can all hear it in my voice, how close and needy and desperate I am.

  “You want to come, kitten?” Kayne taunts me. “Not until I'm fucking inside you.”

  Kayne unties my wrists before he bends me over, just as he promised he would. London lays on her back so we’re positioned in a sixty-nine style. I barely have time to put weight on my hands before London begins to lick.

  “Oh!” I shiver as her tongue makes delicious contact with my clit.

  “Put your mouth on her, Ellie,” Kayne strictly instructs as he spreads my ass cheeks wide. I know what's coming. A punch of pain and then ungodly pleasure. He made sure to elasticize me enough he’d be able to sink the entire length of his cock into my ass in one shot. “I'm going to make you cry, kitten. And then I'm going to make you come.” He nudges the head of his shaft against my slick, primed hole.

  “You’re both going to come,” Jett adds as he strokes his hardening cock and pushes my head down so I can eat London out. With my mind swimming, I flatten my tongue against her clit and lick emphatically, holding my breath in anticipation of what's to come. We both writhe from the shared sensations, and then like a gunshot, Kayne plows his rigid cock into my ass. The force knocks me for a loop, and unconsciously I lift my head and cry out. For a second, I'm caught in a riptide of agony, but London's abating strokes against my clit alleviate the initial shot of pain.

  “Oh god,” I keen as my body succumbs, the pleasure spreading like summer warmth through my limbs. “Fuck.” I rock my hips, meeting my husban
d’s sturdy thrusts as my pussy skims across London’s mouth. It's so good. The feel of the two of them working me over together. I drown in the blissful current, euphoria streaming through my entire being.

  “You like that, naughty girl?” Jett takes my chin and urges my face up. “They making you feel good?” He talks to me like a drug dealer who just introduced his client to a new kind of high.

  “God, yes.” I moan, tightening my ass muscles around Kayne’s hard cock. He squeezes my butt cheeks and groans ferociously in reaction.

  I'm not the only one enjoying myself.

  “Will you make my little bird feel good, too? Will you let me watch you lick her pussy while I fuck her?”

  I nod submissively, my voice trapped in my throat from the elevation of ecstasy. Jett smiles sedately, his blond hair a disarray on top of his head. If beautiful could be used describe a man, it would pertain to Jett perfectly.

  He releases my chin and with a little shift on the bed, he hooks his arms underneath both of London’s knees. Lifting her waist slightly off the mattress, I watch with a front row seat as he sinks his pierced cock into her weeping pussy. She twitches beneath me, licking and sucking harder with every gliding inch of his shaft. I latch onto the pink piece of dewy flesh peeking out of her folds as Jett thrusts his hips with a purposeful rhythm.

  It's full on Armageddon after that as four bodies become one. As shared sighs and hisses and groans rise to a crescendo. As we each indulge in pure, carnal, hedonistic passion. Time seems to evaporate as the smell of sex permeates the air, and we all ascend to the inevitable end.

  I hit my peak first, the tapestry of the desire Kayne weaved within me quickly unraveling. My pelvic muscles strain as the erotic ache of lust rocks me to the core.