A Very Daddy Christmas (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems)

Chapter 8

8

Cora

“ E verything is okay,” Sebastian reassures me as we sit at the dinner table. Like me, he doesn’t have much of an appetite either. He keeps searching my face, trying to read me. He’s worried, and I find it sweet and endearing.

I haven’t touched my food. “Yeah. No trouble yet,” I say as I pull up the alarm app on my phone—again.

“Put the phone down,” Waylan says, smiling softly. “You’ve got motion sensors now. You’ll get an alert if anything happens.”

“You can’t blame her,” Riggs sighs. “She and Eva will be like cats on a hot tin roof for a while. It’s normal.”

“Is it?” I ask.

Dario looks up at me. “Why’s the cat on a roof?”

“It’s just a thing people say sometimes,” I reply, smiling. I don’t want him picking up on my stress.

“Oh. I don’t think cats should be on the roof. It sounds dangerous.”

“You’re right, it could be,” Waylan tells him. “That broccoli isn’t going to eat itself, buddy.”

“I don’t know if I like it,” Dario mutters, pouting just a little bit.

I lean closer and whisper in his ear. “Give it a try and if you don’t like it, I won’t cook it again for you. How’s that?”

“I’ll try,” Dario mumbles as he gathers the courage to take a bite.

Five minutes later, he’s working through the rest of his plate with big eyes, surprised with himself. Sebastian, Waylan, and Riggs hold back hefty laughter while happily digging into their own meals.

By the time we’re done with dinner, I notice Dario’s eyes are drooping. “Preschool really took it out of him today.”

“Yeah, he’s gonna be out like a light,” Sebastian chuckles softly, lovingly watching Dario as he struggles to remain upright for the incoming dessert.

I get up and clear the table, emptying the plates into the trash before putting them in the dishwasher. Sebastian and Riggs stay with Dario, but Waylan comes into the kitchen to help me with dessert. I made a large tray of tiramisu, which he carefully removes from the fridge while I get the plates and spoons from the cupboard.

“Thank you,” I tell Waylan.

“It’s my pleasure, Cora,” he says, setting the tray on the counter next to me. The look he gives me sends shivers down my spine. “You’re gorgeous in that color of pink. Has anyone ever told you that?”

I blush and giggle like a schoolgirl. “It’s just a tracksuit.”

“It looks damn good on you.”

It should. It’s one of the many gifts they’ve bestowed on me since I moved here. I’m constantly overwhelmed by the attention and the presents. Sometimes I feel pressured to wear what they give me, even if I don’t like it, if only to show them how much I appreciate it.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice low as he inches closer.

“Nothing,” I whisper.

“Don’t lie, Cora. I can tell something’s bothering you. You can tell me anything.”

I look into his eyes, mesmerized by the depths of green.

“I’m not used to getting so many gifts,” I say.

“You deserve them.”

“I honestly don’t really like this shade of pink. I prefer a softer hue, like blush.”

Waylan just laughs and plants a firm kiss on my temple. “Then just say so. No more flashy pink stuff. I promise.”

“You could go easy with the gifts.”

His face lingers too close to mine, and I hold my breath for what feels like forever. Under any other circumstances, and given what has already happened between Sebastian, Riggs, and me, this would be insanely wrong. But it’s not. Not in this house. In here, it’s natural, and it makes my core tighten with the excitement of pure anticipation as his hand settles on the small of my back. I can feel his touch through the velour fabric.

“I could. But I won’t,” he says.

“It’s not the way to my heart,” I manage.

“Where’s dessert?” Dario calls out from the dining room.

It’s the cold shower we both needed. Waylan steps back, smiling and flustered. He takes the tray into the dining room, and I follow with the plates and cutlery, my cheeks flaring pinker than my tracksuit.

“Here it is!” I announce, realizing that tonight, I won’t be sleeping alone.

Once Dario is off to dreamland, I set the monitor on its loudest setting and head back to my room where a text is waiting. With quivering hands, I swipe the screen to unlock my phone and read it.

My lips move with every word.

We’re waiting in Sebastian’s room , Waylan writes.

“Oh, wow,” I mumble. My suspicions were correct.

Tonight is the night, apparently, and I’m already soaking wet just thinking about it. I slip out of my room, breathless and light on my feet, and head down the hall, monitor in hand. I doubt I’ll need it. Dario was exhausted.

I push the door open to Sebastian’s room. All three are waiting by the window, fully dressed. Why am I disappointed? I almost laugh inwardly. I would’ve liked to have found them gloriously bare, hot and hard and ready for me.

“Come here,” Sebastian says.

“Yes, sir,” I mumble, demurely padding across the soft carpet to reach them. I love the way he looks at me. Dark and hungry, lips slightly parted.

“Take all of it off. Now.”

“Yes, sir.”

With trembling hands, I remove my shirt first, letting it fall to the floor. My pants join it quickly, leaving me in white lace panties and a matching bralette.

Riggs lets out a heavy sigh. “Fucking hell, you’re perfect.”

“Undress me,” Waylan commands me.

I glance up and give him a sweet, ravenous smile. “I’m glad you’re joining us tonight,” I tell him. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“I can tell,” he replies, glancing down.

I follow his gaze and realize that my nipples are perked and wrestling against the white lace. He lifts his hand and pinches one, gently at first, as I hold my breath. A second later, he cups my full breast, kneading the flesh as I moan softly, delighted by his firm, inquisitive grip.

“Undress me,” he says again and withdraws his hand.

A smile curls my lips as I inch closer and get to work on his shirt buttons. Sebastian and Riggs wait patiently beside him, standing tall and hungry, but they don’t move. They’re enjoying watching me tenderly undressing Waylan.

“Good girl,” he says as I remove his shirt, revealing his sculpted torso and a layer of tattoos covering most of his chest and rippling abs. I run my fingers over his nipples, feeling them harden beneath my touch.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

“Not yet. Take the rest of my clothes off first,” he replies.

This is ridiculously hot. They’re keeping the right amount of distance between us, and I have a feeling this thing we have is going to explode and swallow us all at once. But I do as I’m told, my pussy clenching with desire as I slowly unbutton and unzip his jeans then pull them down. His thighs are huge—raw, hard muscle and soft skin, long and strong—and I can’t help but run my fingers over the soft ginger hair that covers them.

His cock greets me as I pull myself up, shamelessly poking through his black briefs.

“All of it,” Waylan says.

I slip my fingers under the waistband and pull them down, letting the beast hang freely, mere inches from my lips. “Whoa,” I whisper, kneeling before him.

“Would you like a taste?”

I look up, my core tightening as I nod slowly. These men bring out a side of me I didn’t even know existed. Any inhibitions I had are gone. All that remains is a thirst for all three, a desperate need to feel them inside me. I want to be claimed, to experience complete abandonment of my senses.

Waylan smiles, his gaze softening before the fires in his eyes turn black. “Have at it, baby.”

I take Waylan’s cock in my hand, feeling its generous girth and the veins pulsating along the shaft. He’s so hard and big. I open wide and wrap my lips around the head first, drawing a heavy gasp from his throat.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I press my tongue against the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum.

I take him in, one inch at a time, relaxing the back of my throat to let him glide all the way down, but he gingerly grabs me by the head and beckons me to pull back.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I’m gonna come too soon if you keep doing that.”

Growing increasingly confident, I strip Riggs naked next. His sweater and jeans join the rest of our clothes, followed by Sebastian’s. I take my sweet time with each of them, letting my fingers run over their tattoos and scars, exploring every inch of these fine men until the pressure reaches its peak.

“Come here,” Waylan says, then pulls me into a devastating kiss.

I’m so hot, so needy, I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm as his lips crush mine, as our tongues tangle in a fiery match. I moan as Sebastian moves behind me and peels my panties off, while Riggs unhooks my bralette and tosses it to the side. We’re all naked now and famished for one another.

The three men surround me, taking turns kissing me, devouring me, bringing me closer to an excruciatingly sweet pinnacle.

“I’ve been dying to have you like this for a while,” Waylan growls and slips a hand between my legs. He finds me slick and sizzling, which prompts him to lower his head and take my nipple in his mouth while he strokes me faster and faster.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna come.” I quiver and let go of my senses as I hold on to him.

“Come, baby,” Sebastian says and smacks my ass.

It coincides with a veritable eruption as Waylan slides his fingers inside me, the bottom of his palm pressed against my clit. It’s insane. It’s erotic. It’s absolute freedom as I come, as he finger-fucks me into madness.

Riggs soon takes over.

I’m still hazy as he trails kisses down the side of my neck and walks behind me, pushing me toward the bed, while Sebastian and Waylan rush ahead to take their positions. My legs are shaking. I need more, so much more of what they’re so eager to give me.

“Are you ready for all three of us, Cora?” Waylan asks as he climbs on top of the bed, his cock erect and twitching for me.

“Please, yes,” I whimper, watching Sebastian lay on his back. “I need you. All of you, inside me.”

“And you’ll get all of us,” Riggs grunts and lifts me off the ground as though I weigh no more than a small sack of potatoes. He sets me on top of Sebastian, and I quickly straddle him while Riggs gets behind me and joins him deep inside my soaked pussy. “Dammit, woman, how can you feel so fucking good every time?”

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. I open wide for Waylan to give me his cock. I take him, eager to taste more of him, while my pussy stretches as Riggs and Sebastian fill me up.

“You’re absolutely perfect,” Waylan says, lovingly caressing my face. He smiles, watching me suck him with mindless devotion.

Sebastian holds me upright, one hand on my hip while the other kneads my left breast. Riggs digs his fingers into my ass, and Waylan holds my head, all three going in and out of me in a rhythm that grows faster and rougher with each thrust.

“That’s a good girl,” Waylan groans when I let him go all the way, sliding down my throat.

My breasts bounce as Sebastian and Riggs thrust into me harder, my core tightening as I clench around their massive cocks, my screams muffled by Waylan’s manhood. I lick him delightedly when he pulls back to give me a chance to breathe, but I can feel him getting closer to the edge.

“All of you,” I manage, a second orgasm building inside me.

Sebastian grins and bites his lower lip. He knows it’s coming, so he goes harder, my clit rubbing against his groin as my hips sway in response. Back and forth while Riggs fucks me deeper from behind. His hand comes down, and every smack he delivers releases a honey-like sting that further fuels this growing frenzy.

The air crackles with electricity as I stroke Waylan’s cock with both hands, eagerly suckling his tip, desperate to feel his release.

“Fuck, Cora!” Waylan snarls and goes all the way in.

His cock bulges, thickening as he comes, shooting down my throat. The veins twitch against my tongue, and I welcome every single drop as Riggs and Sebastian pound into me, harder… faster… until they both explode.

I come with them, unraveling and falling apart into a million little pieces.

“You’re incredible, Cora,” Waylan says as he bends down to kiss me.

“Perfect, fucking perfect,” Riggs says, panting as he leans in and plants wet kisses along my spine. His hands caress my reddened buttocks, layering tenderness where he delivered the most wonderful spanks.

“I cannot believe this,” I say, coming down from the greatest fucking haze I’ve ever experienced. My core still hums. My pussy aches gloriously, still filled with two men.

“You were made for us, you realize that, right?” Sebastian asks, lovingly kissing and licking my breasts. “And tonight is far from over.”

Far from over it should be, because my appetite barely got stirred.

I lay on top of Sebastian for a while, as Waylan and Riggs flank us and kiss every inch of my skin. I feel their fingers running through my hair, drawing invisible lines along my curves and exploring my body as we melt into the starry afterglow.

The monitor is quiet.

My senses simmer as I brace myself for what comes next when I feel Waylan shifting away from me. “We need a hot shower,” he says, taking my hand.

“Yes, sir,” I giggle, knowing our next stop is round two. This time I’m guessing Waylan will want to conquer my pussy first.

I find comfort in the way he holds my hand, in the way he guides me into the ensuite bathroom. I find security in Riggs and Sebastian coming up from behind and joining us under the hot water stream.

And I find bliss when Waylan spears me with his full length, pressing me against the cool marble wall, then fucks me into the next world while Riggs strokes my clit and Sebastian’s mouth makes sweet love to mine.

This is crazy.

But I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.