“Oh my god! Tinsel?” she screeches, holding a piece up then wrapping it around her throat like a scarf.
Nudging his shoulder I take in his delight, “When the hell did you have time to plan this?” He’s standing with the biggest smile on his face, arms folded, fingers grazing lazily across his jaw.
“I’m rich,” he shrugs, and I bite my fist because he is. And there’s no doubt he paid a fortune to have someone come out to do this on short notice. “Look at her face,” he motions to Poppy. “Worth every fucking penny.”
He’s not wrong. Poppy is in wonderland, tears springing to her eyes again–but this time they’re happy tears.
“Thank you.” She shakes her head, sending caramel curls bouncing around her face. She unties the binding on her dress then slips it off her body, instantly changing the atmosphere. She’s bare underneath, her panties still safely tucked in Tristan’s pocket. He spent the entire hour she was up with Josh sniffing them.
She’s a fucking sight in nothing but her heels and a tinsel necklace, the lights dancing over her flawless skin. She’s precious, the best thing to happen to us.
“Come fuck me under the stars.” She raises her arm and crooks a finger, beckoning us.
And this one time, I let her give the commands.
SIXTEEN
Tristan
I’ve never wanted to celebrate Christmas. Even before my childhood house went up in flames on Christmas Eve, I’d never enjoyed it. That house wasn’t a happy place for me. There were never any presents under the tree or candy to enjoy. Christmas dinner would consist of my dad being too drunk to even cut the bird, and that was only if my mom hadn’t managed to burn it or undercook it. There was no church or praying—how could there be when both of them belonged to the fucking devil? I’d never believed in any religious shit anyway. It’s hard to think someone up there would allow all the horrible shit to happen down here.
But now, looking at Poppy under the twinkling lights, with her cross on her thigh… I want to believe she was sent to us, a reward for enduring, a gift, to heal the broken pieces inside.
We are creating something new, making our own memories and giving me a little of the joy that others seem to experience over Christmas.
My chest swells, my heart thrashing like a wild cat, watching as Vance strips naked then strides over to Poppy. She’s lying on the rug in front of the fireplace, flames cause patterns to dance over her skin, my fingers twitch with the ache to tracethem. Saliva soaks my mouth when she bends her knees before dropping them open to show us her core, the black latex string still in place. Vance crawls above her body, hungrily capturing her lips and grinding his cock against her pussy. She arches up to meet him, chest to chest as her small hands knot in his hair, and she keens like a cat, taking from him what she needs.
While their tongues duel, I strip out of my clothes, my gaze scraping over their writhing bodies. After pressing wet, bruising kisses on her neck, chest, and tits, Vance continues his trek down her torso to her mound, her hips flexing up to urge him where she wants him. A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest as he swipes his tongue up her slit then sucks on her clit, making her whimper, her hands moving to massage her own tits. I’m going to come by just watching them.
Taking the latex string between his teeth, Vance slowly pulls the eggs from inside her then drops them to the rug before plundering his tongue into the hole they just vacated.
Her arms reach out toward me. “I need you both,” she pleads breathlessly. Vance moves back up her body, stealing her ability to say more with a thrust of his hips, his cock ramming to the hilt inside her hot cunt. “Oh god!” she cries out as he smothers her body, tugging her against him then turning their bodies onto their sides so her back and ass are directed at me. Poppy’s leg curls around his hip, giving me the perfect view of his shaft encased in her pink lips.
“Come fuck our Angel’s ass, Tristan,” he demands between kisses, palming her ass and spreading her cheeks.
Poppy’s little gasp is the only encouragement I need. Kneeling beside her, I swipe a hand down the crease of her ass. “Have you ever been fucked here, Poppy?” I shift to bite her cheek, leaving my teeth indents on her perfect skin. My cock is straining painfully, needing to be inside her.
“No,” she grunts, rotating her hips. “I want you to claim it, Daddy.”
Fuck. Pre-cum leaks from my dick at her choice of name for me.
I suck a finger into my mouth then lower it to her asshole, pushing past the ringed muscle. “So tight.” I moan, shuddering with the need to own her, to take the gift of her ass.
I pull free, getting up to march down to my bedroom where I rip open the drawer on my dresser to grab a bottle of lube. Hurrying back to them with it in hand, I squirt the liquid onto my fingers before pushing two inside her.
“Yes, Daddy. More.” She groans, and Vance slows his pace, biting down on her shoulder while watching me.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I fuck her ass with my fingers, scissoring them, opening her up before slathering my cock in the lube. “So eager, so perfect, so ours.”
I can barely hear anything over my pounding heartbeat as Vance’s hand grasps my cock, jerking his fist up the length to smother my cock in the liquid, warming it up. After a few glorious strokes, his hand goes back to her ass, spreading her cheeks for me.
Pressed against her back, I edge the head of my cock inside her ass, stretching the opening. A hiss leaves her lips, quickly followed by a whimper of pleasure. “More.”
Vance grins at me like a wolf who got to gobble up Red Riding Hood. “Perfect fucking angel,” he growls as I inch forward until she takes me all the way inside her.
Vance and I groan out our pleasure, feeling each other cocks deep inside her, through the thin veil of skin separating us.
Flexing our hips in unison, we fuck and claim our girl together. Sweat coats our skin, the sounds of slapping and moaning echoing around the apartment. We fuck in tandem, rinsing pleasure from our good girl until she’s quivering. Vanceslides from her pussy, shifting over our joined bodies until he settles behind me, dragging his teeth across my shoulder, “I want your ass, while you take hers, Tris, be a good boy.” His words wash over me, bringing a new need within me.
