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“And what would that be?” Andi asks, eyes glued to my very visible hard-on.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I say, gesturing to Knox’s costume.
“You want me to blow Santa?” Andi asks, eyes swinging back to Knox as he kicks off the red velvet pants.
“Yep,” I say, snatching them off the ground.
“Really, man?” Knox says, groaning in annoyance. “It’smycostume.”
“Don’t worry.” My eyes bounce between them before settling on Knox. “You can watch.”
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“You’re such a dick,” Knox says with a laugh as Porter finishes putting on the Santa costume.
“Don’t hate the player,” Porter says, winking at him.
Knox takes Porter’s place on the couch, wearing nothing but sexy Prada boxers.
“You guys are concerned about the cost of hotel minibars, but you wear designer boxers?” I ask Knox, eyes glued to the very well-endowed package hidden beneath them.Now that’s a present I’d be happy to unwrap.
“It’s the principle behind it,” Knox says, bringing my focus back to his piercing eyes.Damn, is he pretty.My attention slides to Porter looking like a holiday stripper I’d drop a grand on to give me a lap dance. Fuck,he’spretty.
“So you never told us,” Porter says as my eyes slide between the finest pieces of ass I’ve ever seen. “What do you want for Christmas?”
Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is to get absolutely railed by the two hot as hell, half-naked men before me.
“I think I’d rather you decide,” I say, and Porter and Knox share a look.
I am in so much damn trouble.
“On your knees, Cupcake,” Porter commands, and my knees hit the carpet. Because when a six-foot-three football coach looking like Santa’s gift to women tells you to, you fucking listen.
“That’s our good girl,” Knox coos from the couch, and his approval increases my eagerness tenfold. Porter’s always so wound up, like every move he makes is calculated. Maybe he was afraid I couldn’t handle a man who knows what he wants. And knowing he likes to have an audience? Icing on the damn cupcake.
I hook my fingers onto the hem of the velvet pants and tug them, along with his boxers, down, dropping them to his ankles.Looks like Santa’s delivering cock after all.
“You’ve been a naughty girl,” Porter says, low and gravelly.
“Well, let me show you just howniceI can be,” I say, taking his thick length in my hand. His fingers grip my hair, and I lick a bead of pre-cum off the tip, moaning from the sweet taste.
Porter thrusts his hips, cock sliding between my lips. He yanks my hair, forcing me to look up at him. A dazed, horny smile spreads across his face. “Look at you, pretty girl. Taking me so well.”
My eyes well with tears as he hits the back of my throat, and I hum around him, knowing how insane it drove him last night. I glance to Knox, who’s watching in admiration, tight boxers showing howstronghis admiration is. Clenching my legs together, I try to suppress the throbbing between them. But it’s no use; the ache is insatiable. I need something. Anything.
I flick my tongue around Porter’s shaft, moving my hand up the length I can’t take in my mouth, and deep moans escape him. He tugs me upwards by my hair, and I release him with a pop to stand.
“Now you can mark ‘Blow Santa’ off your list,” Porter says, stroking himself with a lazy smile. He stands behind me and turns to face Knox, who’s still watching appreciatively from the couch. Porter slips his hands under the hem of his jersey I stole and pushes it up to my hips, revealing my soaked satin green panties. “Knox, we’ll need your assistance for the next item. If you can handle it.”
“Care to fill me in, Pop Tart?” Knox asks, eyes trailing me from head to toe. My skin is on fire from the undivided attention, and I’m struggling for air.
“Well,” I say breathlessly, “I don’t know if Porter told you about the triple gumdrop.”
“He might have mentioned it,” Knox replies, smirking at Porter over my shoulder as he slowly slides the jersey up my body, revealing more skin.
Porter drops his mouth to my ear. “Is it only for your list? Or have you actually fantasized about having us together?”
