Filthy Rich Santas

14. Lana

14

LANA

I feel the weight of each man’s gaze on me, the room so silent that I can hear my own heartbeat. I’m breathing too fast, both nervous and excited.

Finally, Tristan speaks. “What are you saying?”

The low rasp of his voice plays over my skin like fire, distracting me from the question for a moment. But then I realize he’s going to make me explicitly spell it out, and I flush with embarrassment.

“The three of you own a sex club. Don’t tell me you’ve never shared a girl before?”

“Not a girl like you,” Tristan says, adjusting his glasses as he gives me an enigmatic smile.

I’m not sure what he means, but I’ve come this far. I’m not going to give up this chance without a fight.

I lift my chin. “Don’t think that just because I’m not like the girls at the club, I can’t be kinky. I like…”

I flounder for a second, losing a little steam as my inexperience catches up with me.

“Tell us, love,” Ryder says in a low voice, his eyes burning into me. “What do you like?”

“I, um, okay. I don’t know exactly what I like yet, but that’s the whole point! I want to explore, to figure out who I am and what turns me on.”

My heart is racing. The way the three of them are watching me, hanging on my every word, has the flush of embarrassment I felt a moment ago fueling the desire that’s making me bold.

“I want to know what really turns me on,” I go on in a whisper. “Not just what I think my partner wants to see. I’ve had my fill of faking it and then having to finish myself off later.”

Tristan makes a low sound in the back of his throat, and I laugh, pressing my hands to my heated cheeks as I shake my head.

“I don’t mean with you! What happened between us this morning was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.” I look at Ryder, then Beckett. “And I want…”

I bite my lip, the tension in the room so thick that I can barely catch my breath.

“What?” Beckett growls. “Say it.”

“I just want more,” I whisper. “I want everything.”

“So to be clear,” Ryder says, giving me a heated smile. “By everything, you mean kink. You want the three of us to help you explore that?”

I nod.

“Do you trust us?” Tristan murmurs. When I nod again, his gaze sharpens, reminding me of how he took control this morning. “Then I’d like to propose a deal.”

I toy with the plush softness of the robe I’m wearing. “What kind of deal?”

“Yeah, Tristan. What kind of deal?” Ryder echoes, his eyebrows going up.

“While we’re on this road trip, let’s forget that she’s Caleb’s little sister,” he answers Ryder before turning his attention back to me. His voice drops lower. “We’ll put all that aside for now, okay? And all four of us will be free to do whatever we want to.”

“With each other?” I ask, my breath hitching.

“That’s right. But when we get to your parents’ house, it stops.”

“Okay,” I agree quickly, barely able to believe this is happening.

Tristan looks to his friends. “Are you both in?”

Ryder grins. “Whatever we want as long as we’re on the road? Fuck yes, I’m in. We both are, right, Beck?”

Beckett stays silent, his gaze locked on mine until Tristan prompts him again.

“Beckett?”

He blinks, looking torn, then finally gives a curt nod. “Agreed. But if we’re really going to help Lana explore kink, we need to talk about safe words.”

A rush of excitement has me clenching my thighs together. “Can we just use the stoplights?”

“Tell me you understand them,” he demands, suddenly all Dom.

I nod, my nipples pebbling. “If I need whatever we’re doing to stop, I’ll say red. If I’m not sure, or I just need to slow down, I can say yellow.”

Finally, he smiles. A slow, sensual one that heats me from the inside out. “Good girl. And what does green mean?”

“That I’m all in,” I whisper.

“And right now?”

“Green.”

The three men share a look, silently communicating, then Tristan speaks. “Come here, freckles.”

I blink, then draw in a shuddering breath, feeling like I’m waking up from a trance.

This is really happening.

“Lana,” Tristan says, a note of authority in his voice. “Come here. Now.”

I nod, pushing myself off the couch, and go over to him.

He pulls me down onto his lap, my back to his chest.

“Do you know how jealous Beckett and Ryder were, knowing I got to touch you this morning?” he asks, sliding one hand around me and slipping his hand through the opening in my robe. “That I’m the one who got to see all your gorgeous curves laid bare?”

His voice rumbles against me, the heat of his body like a drug and the words he’s saying even more of one.

Or maybe it’s the way the other two are looking at me while he says them.

Like Tristan is right.

Like they both want me too.

“I think we need to show them what they missed,” Tristan whispers in my ear, his fingers stroking my stomach under my robe. “What do you think?”

I part my legs, letting my head fall back on his shoulder. “Please.”

“Gladly,” he says, a smile in his voice as he tugs on the sash of my robe, letting it fall open.

A low groan from Ryder has heat pooling between my legs, and the intensity of Beckett’s gaze, sharp and hungry as Tristan bares my body to them, has arousal pulsing through my veins like a heartbeat of its own.

Then Tristan’s hands are on me again, first lifting the heavy weight of my breasts and toying with my nipples until I’m panting, then sliding down over my stomach, heading toward my pussy.

“I love how fucking soft you are,” he murmurs, kneading the soft flesh around my waist.

I tense up, then force myself to relax. Mostly.

“Definitely soft,” I agree, turning my face to tuck it into the crook of his neck, hoping it will hide the flaming blush there.

I both love and hate having their eyes on me. It’s hot like fire… but like Tristan said, I’m not exactly svelte.

He leaves one hand cupping my stomach, his fingers brushing the neatly trimmed curls at the top of my pussy, and uses his other hand to turn my face back toward Ryder and Beckett.

“No hiding, freckles. You’re fucking gorgeous. They already missed out this morning. Don’t deny my friends the right to see how sexy you are when you come.”

“Am I going to come?” I ask breathlessly, half teasing him, half turned on.

He chuckles but doesn’t answer me in words. Instead, he starts brushing his fingers back and forth over my clit while he pushes the fingers from his other hand into my mouth.

“Suck these for me.”

My core tightens as I wrap my tongue around them and then moan when he pushes them deeper. It’s enough to distract me from the last of my insecurities, and it doesn’t take long before the teasing touch he’s using on my clit has me squirming on his lap.

He groans, scraping his teeth across the sensitive spot under my ear again. “Love those moans, but they’re not good enough. Not if we’re going to figure out what you like. Get specific. Communication is key when it comes to kink, so tell me—and I mean use your words—do you like it when I do this ?”

He pinches my nipple hard on the last word, the sharp burst of pain like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It lances through my body like a lightning strike, landing right between my legs, and I cry out, clenching my thighs around his hand.

“Yes! That . I liked that.”

“A little pain?” Ryder rasps, his eyes burning into me.

“I… I guess?”

Tristan nudges my legs open again, grinding the heel of his hand against my clit with his fingers still buried inside me. “No hiding. Let them see.”

Another bolt of desire rocks through me.

“That too,” I whisper shamelessly, my inhibitions falling away as I make eye contact with Ryder and Beckett. “And I like knowing you’re watching. Both of you. All of you.”

Beckett holds himself so still I’d almost think he was uninterested if it weren’t for the dusky red flush creeping up his neck. Desire . It’s almost intoxicating to know how much he’s enjoying this.

And Ryder’s eyes, glinting with something hot, are practically eating me alive, creating a feedback loop with my own lust that just sends it higher.

Tristan pulls his fingers out of me, moving his hands to my hips and rearranging me so I’m spread open even more. Fully on display for all three of them.

“If you like being watched so much, how about we give them something to see then?” he murmurs in my ear, his big hands controlling my hips, subtly rocking me back and forth over his cock. “Touch yourself, freckles. Give Ryder and Beckett the kind of show you gave me this morning. Show them that pretty little jewel you’ve got.”

He means my hood piercing, and even though I’m no stranger to pleasuring myself, when I slip my pinky through the little ring and tug on it, moaning as it stimulates my clit, this feels different.

Ryder’s and Beckett’s attention makes every sensation even more intense as pleasure builds inside me. Being the focus of all three of these men gives me a heady, electric thrill.

The more they watch, the more I love the feeling of being exposed. Of having them see me like this, even the parts of myself I used to try to hide.

I speed up my attention to my clit and slide my other hand between my legs too. I run my fingers up the sensitive skin on my inner thighs, rubbing my slit, then plunge two of them inside.

“You’re so fucking wet, love,” Ryder groans, his gaze locked on my hand as I move faster, playing with my piercing. “Feel good?”

“ So good,” I gasp.

“And so fucking pretty,” he adds, his erection straining against his pants. “You’re close, aren’t you? Close to making yourself come. Close to showing me and Beckett what we missed this morning?”

I am. It usually takes me a little more to get there, but everything feels heightened with all three of them.

“What did I tell you about not keeping things to yourself?” Tristan rumbles, his cock pulsing under my ass as he pinches one of my nipples again. “Ryder asked you a question.”

“Yes.” I arch, pushing my pussy against my hand. “So close. Please…”

I’m not sure what I’m asking for. It’s my own fingers inside me, my hands between my legs, but my orgasm feels like it belongs to them.

“What do you need, love?” Ryder growls.

“I don’t know. I just…”

I gasp, letting my head fall back onto Tristan’s shoulder as I frantically rub my clit, so close to coming.

“It’s not your job to know,” Beckett growls. “It’s your job to do as you’re told right now.” He pauses. “As long as you’re still green.”

“Green,” I breathe. “Yes. Tell me… tell me what to do.”

“Stop.”

I freeze. “What?”

Beckett’s voice is dark, his eyes locked on my clit ring. “Take your hand away from your pussy. I want to see that piercing again.”

I do it, squirming on top of Tristan’s cock.

Ryder’s eyes flare. “Are you trying to get Tristan off, love? Because I don’t think that’s fair, do you? After this morning?”

Tristan chuckles, then slides his hands beneath me, gripping the backs of my thighs, and spreads me open even wider. “He’s right. They want to see you come, freckles. Now be good and show them. One hand on your gorgeous tits, the other back on that pretty jewel.”

“Yes, sir,” I whimper, the honorific instinctively falling from my lips, and Tristan makes a low sound in his throat.

“Such a good girl.”

The words make me melt, and when Beckett growls, “Now,” I do exactly as Tristan commanded, playing with my tits and my clit until the world narrows to the pleasure they’re giving me.

I’m close.

So fucking close.

I bite my lip, moaning as the pressure inside me builds.

“Look at her,” Ryder groans. “So fucking sexy. So responsive. Is this how she was this morning, Tristan?”

“She was perfect,” Tristan says, and I don’t know if it’s hearing those words from him, or the way illicit thrill of hearing them talk about me like I’m a sex toy for them to enjoy, but I cry out as my pleasure starts to crest, writhing on his lap.

His hold on me tightens, holding my thighs in an iron grip as his hips surge up beneath me, the feel of his hard cock making me feel almost frantic.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, arching my back and grinding my ass down, riding him without shame.

“That’s right, love,” Ryder encourages me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Now come. Do it. Come .”

The order sends me over the edge, like my body was waiting for it, and I cry out, shaking as my orgasm rolls through me like a tidal wave.

Someone groans. Hell, maybe it’s all three of them. And then Tristan releases one of my thighs, moving his hand down and plunging his fingers inside me again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasps, the rough stubble on his jaw scraping against my neck as he nuzzles me. “Tight and sopping wet. Do it again.”

“Wh-what?” I gasp.

“I know you can handle more. You gave me two orgasms this morning, one for me and one for you.” He rolls my clit piercing with his fingers, making me whimper. “But now there are three of us watching. I think you can give us each one, don’t you?”

“Yes…” I moan.

“That’s right.”

He keeps fucking me with his fingers, thrusting deep inside and curling them inside me, applying pressure to my G-spot in a way that feels incredible.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I repeat, writhing on his hand.

It’s not always easy for me to get there from penetration alone, but somehow, that doesn’t seem like it will be a problem. Not when these three are in charge. Not when I get to give up control like this.

“Good girl,” Tristan praises, thumbing my clit. Then he pulls his hand away again. “But this is your show.”

He doesn’t even have to encourage me this time.

I’m already riding the wave of the first orgasm when Ryder groans, “You’re so fucking hot, love. Do it. Give us another.”

I obey without thought, grinding down on my clit and coming again with a choked sob.

“Fuck yeah.” Beckett’s voice is gravelly. “How did that one feel, little menace?”

I drag my eyes open, not even sure when they closed. “Amazing.”

His eyes flare with heat, and his hand twitches in my direction before he controls it.

“You deserve amazing,” he says. Then he smiles, slow and a little bit evil. “But I’m pretty sure I heard Tristan tell you we need at least three. Can you come from nipple play alone?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“With amazing tits like that, my guess is hell yes,” Ryder says with a grin. “Push them together.”

I do, my skin flushed and overly sensitive, making it feel so good to handle myself this way.

“Now thumb your nipples. No pinching. Not yet. Just rub them for us.”

I do what Ryder tells me to as Tristan’s hands tighten on my hips, his breath hot and ragged against the back of my neck.

“God, yes,” Ryder grunts, rubbing himself through his pants. “Keep going. You’re sexy as hell like this.”

“She’s sexy as hell all the fucking time,” Beckett says, his hand moving again like he’s struggling to maintain that iron control over himself.

Then his control breaks. He curses, shoving open his pants enough to free his cock.

“Fuck,” I whimper, my mouth watering as I stare at it. “Beckett…”

“Put your fingers back in that pretty mouth,” he growls. “Get them wet, then tug on your nipples the way Tristan was. Imagine he’s sucking on them. Imagine it’s me. Do you want to feel my lips on your skin, Lana? All over your skin.”

My breath hitches. “Yes. Oh fuck, yes.”

I’m panting, and with the way he’s guiding me, it really does feel like he’s sucking on me when I roll them between my wet fingers. I tug on the little buds, imagining Beckett sucking hard on them while the other two fuck and finger me.

But that’s not going to happen. Not yet. I can tell not one of them will touch me until I give them what they want. Another orgasm.

But I don’t know if I can get there with nipple play alone.

“Please,” I gasp, pinching hard enough to send a bolt of pleasure through me. “ Please . I need to touch my clit. I need something in my pussy.”

“You sure about that?” Beckett asks. “Because I don’t think you do. Not this time.”

The commanding timbre of his voice awakens something new inside me. It’s the same something that attracted me to kink in the first place.

Domination.

And the sweet release I’ve never felt with anything else when I give myself the freedom to submit to it.

“Okay,” I breathe out.

“Good girl.” He strokes himself slowly, staring at me without blinking. “Squeeze those pretty thighs together and clench your pussy tight. Pulse your inner muscles like you’re trying to milk one of our cocks. Then pinch those gorgeous nipples again.”

“Do it,” Ryder groans, finally pulling his cock out too. “Beckett has the best fucking ideas.”

“You see what you’re doing to them, freckles?” Tristan murmurs. “You’ve got them all worked up, just like you got me this morning.”

I’ve got my legs pressed tightly together, just like Beckett told me to, but Tristan tugs the robe up to my waist, leaving me bare right over his lap, and pulls my ass cheeks apart.

Then he grinds his cock between them. His pants don’t allow him to penetrate me, but the hard ridge of his erection is so hot and thick that it turns me on anyway.

“ Tristan ,” I gasp, lost in sensation as he bucks up against me.

“Keep touching yourself,” Beckett growls, the head of his cock slick with precum as he works his fist over it. “Get yourself there. Show us how obedient you can be. You said you wanted this, that you wanted us . Prove it.”

I nod frantically, abusing my nipples until I’m practically sobbing. I grind down on Tristan’s cock, clenching my legs together and tightening my core over and over in a frantic rhythm that really does almost feel like I’m getting fucked.

“Please,” I whimper, so close again that I can almost taste it. “ Please , I need to…”

It’s Ryder’s groan that sends me over the edge. Tristan is so hard beneath me that I can feel each pulse of his shaft, and the sight of Beckett clenching his jaw as he strokes himself makes my heart race.

Each one of them is totally focused on me, just as turned on as I am.

For me .

It’s every one of my fantasies coming to life in the hottest way possible, and it slams into me so hard that my body arches off Tristan’s lap.

“Fuck,” one of them mutters almost reverently.

My climax seems to go on forever, and I finally collapse back into Tristan’s hold as a few aftershocks roll through me.

“Lana,” Beckett says after a moment, using that commanding Dom voice.

I drag my eyes back open, my gaze meeting two ravenous sets of eyes.

“Color?”

I lick my lips, my brain a little slow on the uptake thanks to the blissful haze I’m floating in.

And then it clicks.

“Green,” I whisper.

They’re not done with me yet.