by Tabatha Kiss
My desire grows quickly. I hold his face and kiss him back, each brush of his lips spurring pleasure throughout my entire body.
“Thad,” I moan, “I need you.”
“Fuck.”
He flings the door open and forces the two of us inside. I don’t even make it to the bottom of the short staircase before he grabs me and throws me down on it. The hard wood digs into my back but the pain isn’t nearly enough to make me stop this. In fact, it pushes me even closer to the edge. I just need to feel him inside of me…
Just a little bit.
I reach for his zipper but he snatches my hands. He pins them above my head instead, refusing to let me feel the thing I so desperately need.
“Thad,” I whine.
“Shh,” he whispers, a smile on his lips as he presses them against mine.
I submit to him, knowing I’m in good hands. He releases my wrists and feels down my body. My back arches off the stairs as he unzips my jeans. I throw my head back, feeling his kiss on my neck while his hand burrows into my panties.
Thad slides directly past my clit and thrusts a finger deep inside of me. I gasp, trembling from head-to-toe while his chuckle echoes in my ears.
“You like that?” he whispers as he kisses me.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Yes, what?”
I smile, locked in place. “Yes, sir.”
He slowly slides his finger out of my wetness and I mewl for more. His hand pushes down and I feel him slip his wet digit between my ass cheeks.
I stiffen.
“Shh…” His lips curl. “Be a good girl.”
I tremble beneath his growl. He pauses to kiss me softly, coaxing me to relax with a bit of comfort. It works like a damn charm and I crumble to pieces.
His fingertip grazes my anus. Delicious taboo sparks up my spine and I can’t help but let out a tender moan. Thad kisses me, swiping my tongue with his, as he just barely wags his finger.
“Feel good?” he asks, but his eyes already know the answer.
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
“I won’t go in. Not yet.” He lowers to whisper in my ear. “Not until you beg me for it.”
I clench, the tension nearly busting. “Thad…”
“When you’re ready, I’m going to own every part of you.”
“Thad, I’m coming,” I groan loudly, my voice echoing throughout the stairwell. “I’m coming.”
He stops.
He fucking stops.
No.
Thad slides his hand out of my pants and sits back on the stairs.
“No!” I shout involuntarily. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Sorry, Phoebe,” he says, not looking at all remorseful.
My jaw drops as he stands. “Wait a minute…” I sit forward. “Are you guys edging me?”
Thad sucks on his wet finger. “Yes, we are,” he says, proudly.
“But…” I stutter. “That’s so mean!”
“Yes, it is.”
“Why?!”
He laughs, deviously biting his cheek. “Because it’s fun.”
“No!” I stand up, bringing my pants up along with me. “No, this isn’t fun. Fluffing me up with romantic dates and denying me sexual release isn’t fun.”
“Literally every word of that sentence makes me feel like a kid at Disneyland, Pheebs.”
I cross my arms and huff. “Rude,” I say.
He tilts his head. “Don’t be like that.”
I pout, silently.
“Phoebe…”
I look down, refusing his eyes.
“Pheebs.”
“No,” I say.
Thad hops to the bottom of the stairs, still grinning like an idiot. “I gotta get downstairs,” he says. “You coming?”
I snort. “Apparently not.”
He chuckles as he opens the door. “Well, when you decide to come down… just follow the music.”
Thad doesn’t give me enough time to question it. Before I can even open my mouth, he takes off into the dark hallway, following the string of Christmas lights down to the second floor.
I step inside, easily seduced by the warmth of the hallway. As I close the door behind me, I hear the first notes of The Twelve Days of Christmas echoing loudly throughout the house from downstairs.
My lips curl on their own. “Follow the music, huh?” I mutter to myself.
Ah, hell.
Might as well.
8
Phoebe
I follow the music down the stairs. A permanent smile has dug into my face by the time I reach the second floor. My cheeks will surely burn for the next week with how much my boys have made me smile tonight but I don’t mind at all. It’s made me realize something; something I foolishly should have had cemented in my brain from day one.
I’m their girl.
And that’ll never change.
It doesn’t matter how many parents disapprove or how many strange looks we receive on the subway.
I’m theirs. They’re mine.
And nothing can come between what we have.
I pause on the second floor where the music is the loudest. A new trail of lights curls down the hallway, leading me straight toward our bedroom. I bite my lip, eagerly wondering what they have in store for me once I get there.
Each step I take is like a bolt of lightning to my core. An evening of teasing has left me feeling like a caged animal just begging to be let loose. I know that when I do break free, my boys will take good care of me.
I reach the open bedroom door and my smile grows.
The lights continue on inside and curl up the bedposts, illuminating the entire bedroom with a healthy holiday glow. The fireplace burns across the room, heating the space and tickling my nose with that delightful scent.
And my boys…
Max and Thad stand on either side of the bed, each one still sporting their black suits and ties, though Thad’s red checkered tie is still dangling around his neck where I left it. The only other difference is that they’re now both wearing bright pink Santa hats.
Happy chuckles ripple throughout my body as I follow the makeshift runway toward the foot of the bed.
Thad bobs his head. “Season’s greetings, milady,” he says over the music.
I laugh, unable to hold it in.
“Have a seat,” Max says, gesturing to the edge of the bed.
I swallow hard beneath two perfect jawlines and I do as I’m told, practically tingling with excitement as I sink into the mattress. My hands twitch in my lap and I lick my lips as they walk forward and stand in front of me.
“Thank you,” I tell them. “Tonight has been absolutely perfect.”
They look at each other and laugh.
“You think we’re done yet?” Max asks.
“Yeah,” Thad shakes his head, “you ain’t seen nothing yet, Pink.”
And I’m not even at all surprised.
Thad withdraws his phone from his pocket and changes the music with a quick swipe of his thumb. Jingle Bell Rock blares through the speakers and he tosses the phone away as they both simultaneously grip the front of their pants...
And pull.
Oh, my god.
The pants break away amid the sound of tearing Velcro. Max and Thad throw the pieces away and I fall into a fit of laughter from the depths of my gut at the sight of tight, hot pink thongs and smooth, gyrating hips.
They move in time with the song, bumping and grinding as they slowly peel their jackets off. I throw my head back, admiring the silliness of it all as my heart pounds for more of it.
More Max.
More Thad.
More more more of this perfect existence they’ve created for me.
They slip the jackets down their shoulders and kick them to the side, quickly peeking over at each other as they slide from side-to-side without bumping hips.
“You rehearsed this!” I gasp.
They merely wink, confirming my suspicions while they playfully pluck the buttons o
n their shirts. I bite my lip, my eyes bouncing back and forth between them as they slowly reveal more of their perfect bodies. I’ve seen them both naked a thousand times before now but never like this. They’ve made me laugh a thousand times before now... but never this hard.
I’ve fallen in love with them every single day since our first days together...
But never like this.
They peel their shirts off and toss them at me. I catch them in the air and set them down, not wanting to miss a moment of this show.
Thank you, Father Christmas.
They flex and hump the air and push each other like idiots vying for my affections. They shimmy closer, wagging their groins and flexing their abs and I genuinely fear for my life as my heart pounds harder than it ever has.
I’m dead. Literally dead.
Take me now, boys.
The music begins to fade and they both tumble to their knees in front of me, completely winded from dancing and laughing with me.
I rest my hands on them; my left on Max and my right on Thad. “You two…” I say with tears in my eyes. “I can’t even…”
I pull them in to hug them and they hug me back, happily throwing their arms around each other, too.
“We love you, Phoebe,” Thad says, raising his head. “We don’t care who knows it or what they think about it.”
Max nods. “And nothing will ever change that.”
I swallow hard, willing my tears to stay away. “You could have just said that, you know…”
They laugh and Max shakes his head.
“No, go big or go home,” he says, glancing at Thad. “For the lady.”
Thad flashes a wink. “For the lady.”
I collapse onto their naked shoulders again, letting the last of my laughter out as they hold me. “Thank you,” I say. “For today. For the last year. For…” I raise my head to look at them, admiring their bright eyes and chiseled faces. “Everything.”
Thad cups my cheek and smiles. “Merry Christmas, Pheebs,” he says.
Max caresses the other side, resting a finger beneath my chin. “And we hope you don’t mind that we tricked you beneath one of those lame holiday traditions.”
I lift my head, guided by his firm finger, and I roll my eyes at the piece of mistletoe hanging from the bedframe.
“Actually, I don’t mind at all,” I say, biting my lip. “Though, it’s up to you two to decide who gets kissed first.”
Thad clears his throat. “I volunteer,” he says quickly.
Max touches his shoulder. “Uh, no. I came up with the striptease thing. I should get the first kiss.”
“You got to kiss her first earlier,” Thad argues.
“That was canon!” Max says. “Not my fault you didn’t ask her out first.”
“How convenient.”
I lick my lips patiently as my smile grows.
Thad grunts. “All right. Let’s flip a coin or something.”
Max clicks his tongue. “Always you and coin flips.” He looks at me. “As if I would let my love for you be decided by simple chance.”
“Oh, you’re gonna bring that up now?” Thad asks.
Max shrugs. “You’re the one who suggested the coin toss again.”
Thad sighs. “Fine. You know what? Fuck it. It’s Christmas.”
And with that, Thad grabs Max by the shoulders and kisses him on the mouth.
My jaw drops.
Max pulls away instantly and wipes his lips. “Dude…”
“That’s mistletoe, bitch,” Thad simply says.
“At least warn me next time.”
“Should have just let me kiss her first. You smell great, by the way. Is that my aftershave?”
“No, it’s not.” Max straightens up. “But thank you.”
I laugh harder, feeling it travel up from the depths of my gut.
My boys.
My fucking boys.
I cup Max’s face, softly guiding him toward me to give him a sweet kiss. Thad inhales to complain, so I lay a finger over his lips to silence him. He goes quiet and I open my eyes to peek at him while I kiss his best friend.
There I go again.
Acting like a floozy.
I break away from Max and lean toward Thad with playful eyes. Any complaints he might have had disappear completely as I kiss him, too.
“Stand up,” I tell them.
They both obey, quickly rising to their feet in front of me. I lightly drag my claws down their bodies and hook the bright pink undies. With my eyes on theirs, I pull them down, allowing their firm erections to break free.
I look up into their eyes and shiver with as much anticipation as they do.
“Sorry, boys,” I say, “but I really need to suck your cocks right now.”
Thad chuckles. “Silly pinky,” he says. “I don’t think we’d try and stop you…”
I open my mouth and guide it toward Thad’s tip. He bites down, eager for pleasure, but I turn my head at the last moment and take Max between my lips instead.
They both laugh.
“Bad girl,” Thad says.
“Good girl,” Max argues.
“Either way, she’s going on my naughty list.”
I take Thad’s cock in my palm and stroke him slowly while I lick Max from base-to-tip. Max grows rock hard in my mouth, nearly brushing the back of my throat with his length. I gaze from him to Thad and my core throbs at the look in his eyes as he watches us. There’s no jealousy in his eyes. Just a delightful mix of pleasure and longing.
I squeeze his cock, letting him know how badly I want him as well, and Thad’s smile curls up his cheek.
Max pulls out of my mouth and purposefully guides my face in Thad’s direction. “My turn to watch,” he says, out of breath. “I want to see him fuck your adorable face.”
My entire body quivers, just like it always does when Max suddenly brings out the dirty talk. I happily submit to it and swirl my tongue around Thad’s throbbing tip.
“Fuck,” Thad breathes. His fingers slowly clench my hair. “I’ve been waiting all night for this…”
I tease him, refusing to take him in more than an inch. He can tell, the look on his face shows me that much, but he never forces his way. A playful pinch of the hair on the back of my head is as far as he goes and I never worry for a moment that will change.
That level of restraint should surely be rewarded.
I bob my head on him, clamping my lips around his thick shaft, and he lets out a pleasing groan.
“That’s my girl,” he says, smiling.
“Mine, too,” Max says as I stroke him.
Thad caresses my concaved cheek. “That’s our girl,” he says. “What do you think, Max? Has she waited long enough?”
I suck and stroke them harder, faster. They react together with breathy grunts and my sex burns at the sound of their simultaneous pleasure.
“Yes,” Max answers.
Thad eases backward, sliding his cock out of my mouth. “Up,” he says firmly.
I obey, quickly rising off the bed. Thad grips the bottom of my blouse and pulls it over my head while Max tugs at the zipper on my jeans and forces them down to my ankles. I step out of them and stand in nothing but my bra and panties. They step closer, touching their skin to mine, and I lose track of whose hand is whose.
“Lie down,” Max says.
I plop down on the bed with a smile on my face. Thad guides me back to rest against the pillows while Max climbs on top of me, quickly settling between my wide open legs.
Max hooks my panties and pulls them down. “Have we kept you nice and teased tonight, Phoebe?” he asks.
“Hell yeah,” Thad says, his hand gliding behind my back to unhook my bra. “Milady was not amused when I told her.”
Max turns his head down and smiles. “Still so wet…” he growls, his mouth inching toward me. “Pink and perfect.”
I tremble, wanting it so badly. “Please,” I beg.
He kisses my inner thighs. “Sounds lik
e she wants it, Thad.”
“It does sound like that, Max.”
I mewl between them. “Please,” I say again.
Thad shifts down the bed and sits on his knees next to Max. He turns his hand up with two pointed fingers and watches my shaking eyes as he drops them to my groin. “Do it, Max,” he says. “You lick, I’ll fuck.”
Holy shit.
Thad slides two fingers inside of me as Max’s mouth clamps down around my clit. I moan loudly, instantly lost in wave after wave of pleasure radiating through my entire body. Thad’s firm, purposeful stroke. Max’s quick, flicking tongue. My skin heats up and my nipples bead. The tension building inside of me ever since Max kissed me in my office reaches its breaking point.
“I’m coming!” I announce it again, though part of me instantly regrets it.
Please don’t stop this time.
Please let me come.
Please please please.
They don’t stop. Thad continues his steady finger-fuck and Max hits me in just the right spot.
I come hard, falling to pieces after hours of pure need. I tighten and twitch, moaning and screaming their names at the ceiling. I latch my thighs around Max’s ears and clench around Thad’s fingers, so badly wanting to feel this over and over again.
I try to speak, to tell them to keep going. Turn me inside out and upside down. Just fuck the living hell out of me. But my tongue ties in knots, leaving nothing but gibberish and moans.
Thad slides his fingers out and I whine. Max’s mouth parts from my pussy and I feel a tantrum coming on.
“M— ax,” I manage to say, reaching down to touch him.
He laughs. “I know,” he says as he kisses my thighs. He continues upward, leaving a trail of wet pecks along my belly toward my breasts. “We’re not going anywhere yet.”
Our bodies align and I look down as he guides the crown of his cock to rub my clit. I shudder with my sensitive bud and my entire body screams for more of him.
More Max.
More Thad.
More more more.
All night long.
9
Max
I look down at Phoebe, admiring every bend and curve of her thick body. The way she shakes and moans. The subtle bite of her lip and heave of her breasts.
