Filthy Rich Santas

17. Lana

17

LANA

“Oh fuck, love,” Ryder grits out, his eyes glued to my pussy as he works his way into me with slow, shallow thrusts. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”

I don’t know if it’s the steady stream of praise or the way his thick cock forces my body to stretch and accommodate him that has my heart racing, but I’m already addicted to both.

Ryder is bigger than Wade. Bigger than the few other men I’ve been with too. And now that I know how good, how overwhelming it feels to be filled like this, I’m not sure I’ll ever be satisfied with anything less.

It doesn’t just make me want to let go. It forces me to.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Look at you.”

A whimper gets trapped in my throat. I’m completely on display, and with him, I like it. I want him to look at me.

The counter is cold against my back, but the heat radiating off Ryder more than makes up for it.

He leans forward and braces his hands on either side of me, his cock pulsing inside me, and kisses me with a possessive thoroughness that has my whole body lighting up, and the last of my inhibitions falling away.

Then he lifts his head and locks his eyes on mine.

“Fuck, love, I can feel you,” he murmurs. “Your pussy’s begging for me. Every clench, every ripple, every spasm. I can feel how much you need this.”

“Yes,” I moan, my legs wrapping around him and my arousal mixing with a sweet ache as he teaches my body how to take him, how to adjust to his size, inch by inch until he finally bottoms out with a groan.

“So fucking good,” he rasps, grinding his hips against me, in so deep I can almost taste him.

“Please,” I beg, utterly shameless. “Fuck me.”

His eyes close for a second, but he opens them again quickly, staring down at me like he can’t get enough.

“Oh, I’m definitely going to fuck you, but you promised me anything I want, dirty girl. And I want something else first.”

He splays one of his hands over my stomach, staring down at me as he slowly pulls back, then watches himself slide back in.

Once.

Twice.

And then on the third time, he buries himself to the hilt again and stays there, still flicking my piercing.

“Ryder!”

My inner muscles clamp around his thick shaft, instinctively trying to get more of him.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, tugging on my clit piercing again. “That’s it. Your pussy’s a greedy little thing, isn’t it? Milk me, love. Work me over. I want to feel you come on my cock, just like this.”

“Oh god,” I gasp, arching my back and clawing at his biceps as I writhe on the counter.

“Not my name, but sure, I’ll answer to that,” he says with a sinful grin. “Ready to say a few more prayers?”

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he starts playing with my piercing again, tugging and twisting it. Grinding his hand against my clit and then teasing it mercilessly until I have no idea what’s coming out of my mouth.

I just know I need him to move.

I need him to fuck me.

I need to come .

“Ryder.”

This time, his name comes out more as a whimper than a word, and the next thing I know, he’s got his hand fisted in my hair and is kissing me with an intensity that makes me feel claimed, owned, almost possessed.

I squeeze my pussy around his shaft, and his cock swells to fill me even more as he groans into my mouth.

“So fucking good,” he pants, grinding against my clit as he throbs inside me, his tight grip on my hair holding me in place as his free hand roams over my body, igniting every place he touches with a trail of sparks that have me burning for him.

“Please,” I beg, completely shameless and so turned on I can’t think. “Move. Fuck me. Take me.”

“Not until you give me what I want.” He straightens up and hauls me closer to him, then grinds against me until I’m a writhing, whimpering mess. “You can do it, love. You want to be good for me, don’t you? You’re a filthy little thing, but you need this. You need to come. I know you do. I can feel how hard your pussy is working for it. Come on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart for me. Come on, sweetheart. Do it. Let go for me. Give me your pleasure.”

I’m so full. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. He’s stretching me to my limit in every way, and the sweet, dirty things he’s saying take me right to the edge, his possessive touch calling for my submission.

“Now,” he demands, his fingers on my clit. “Come.”

I moan, arching my back and grabbing on to his forearms when he tugs on my piercing again. And then, all of a sudden, it’s there, a hot rush of bliss pouring through me that has me shaking as the orgasm he demanded slams through me.

Just as it hits, I remember that we left the other men sleeping and bite my lip, turning my head to muffle the sounds of my pleasure.

There’s no way I can stay totally quiet, though. Not when Ryder groans and starts fucking me as if my obedience snapped something inside him, pounding into me while my orgasm is still rolling through me and pushing my pleasure even higher.

“Fuck, yes, just like that. Squeeze my cock,” he grunts, his hips slapping against me as he picks up speed. “Milk my fucking cum out of me, dirty girl. Fucking gorgeous. Give me more. Give me fucking everything.”

I feel boneless, exhausted and afloat on the afterglow of pleasure. I’m his to use, just the way I imagine it would be if he indulged his kink and fucked me while I was sleeping, my body craving more even while it still hums with the aftershocks of my first orgasm.

“You were made for this, love,” he grits out. “Now open your mouth.”

His eyes burn into mine, and when I obey, he slips two fingers between my lips, groaning as he fucks me faster.

“That’s it. Suck.”

I do, moaning as he drives his cock deeper, harder. His fingers play across my tongue, and the salty taste of his skin fills my senses. Pleasure starts to coil inside me again, the need for another release already starting to build.

My back arches as his other hand finds my clit again, and I curl my tongue around his fingers with a moan.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my throat with his free hand and using the fingers in my mouth to turn my head to the side.

Tristan is standing in the doorway.

He smiles at me, his eyes hooded and the bulge of his cock clearly visible in his sleep pants.

“You look hot as fuck like this, freckles,” he murmurs, palming his length. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

I gasp around Ryder’s fingers, my inner muscles clenching as heat races through me.

“Fuck,” Ryder groans, pulling his hands back and grabbing my hips as he pauses his rhythm to grind against me. “That’s it, love. Just like that. But Tristan asked you a question.”

I grip the edges of the counter. “I, um…”

I’ve never done anything like this before. Last night was different. They were all watching, but they were also all participating. Now, though, even though Tristan’s eyes burn into me, he makes no move to come any closer.

Or to leave.

I don’t want him to leave.

“I’m… oh fuck… yes. I’m enjoying myself,” I pant, holding his gaze.

His smile turns wicked. “Me too.”

Ryder leans down, his hips rolling against me as he starts up a slower, deeper rhythm.

“You’ve heard of voyeurism, love?” he murmurs. I nod, and he drags his nose along my throat, then nips my ear before telling me, “One of Tristan’s kinks is that he likes to watch. Should we give him a good show?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, tightening my legs around his hips.

He pulls my upper body up, adjusting my ass so I’m sitting right on the edge of the counter. Then he starts fucking me again. Fucking me hard and fast while he whispers dirty things in my ear, while I cling to him and watch Tristan watching us over Ryder’s shoulder.

“How does she feel?” Tristan asks, his hand moving lazily over his cock.

Ryder groans, slowing down and giving a slow roll of his hips, pressing deep. “Like heaven. Like her pussy was fucking made for my cock.”

I flush, gasping as his thick shaft grinds against my g-spot.

Tristan makes a satisfied sound, and it feels like another touch, lighting up the part of me that was first drawn to kink, the part that was drawn to the desire to please and be praised for it.

“You know what else Tristan likes?” Ryder rasps, tugging gently at my piercing and making me moan. “Bondage. Ropes. Shibari. Would you like that, dirty girl? Do you want to be tied up like a present? Bound and constrained while he fucks you? While he passes you over to me, or to Beckett? Would you like that? Would you like to be our toy to share?”

I can’t answer. All I can do is whimper as pleasure shoots through me, as the thought of being restrained and at their mercy sends heat coursing through my veins.

“What color ropes would you use with our beautiful toy, Tristan?”

“Blue,” Tristan replies, his voice rough and his eyes fixed on mine. “Like her eyes.”

My nipples tighten. My pussy clenches. My body hums.

Then Ryder peels my arms from around his shoulders and pins them behind my back, forcing me to arch against him. Forcing his cock in even deeper. He grips both my wrists in one hand, holding them there. It’s like a taste of the bondage they’re discussing, and the way they’re discussing me—as if I really am their toy to enjoy—has me starting to float on the spiraling pleasure, moving toward what can only be the bliss of subspace that I’ve read about.

“I love how soft she is,” Ryder says, his free hand moving between us and rubbing over my breast. “I love these. So lush, so pretty. I could suck on them all day. But I especially love this,” he continues, dipping his fingers into the wetness coating my pussy, then tracing his fingers up and playing them over my clit. “You need to try it, Tristan.”

My breath catches. I’m so close. And I want them. I want everything he just said. I want them all inside me.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Ryder goes on, hooking his finger through the ring in my clit as he starts fucking me deeper. “She’s dripping all over my cock. I think she likes the idea of letting you tie her up. Isn’t that right, love?”

I whimper.

Ryder chuckles, his cock throbbing inside me. “I think that’s a yes.”

“Sounds like it to me,” Tristan agrees with a hungry smile, and the heat in his gaze sets off a chain reaction.

My nipples pebble, my thighs quiver, and with Ryder’s next thrust, I start to come, my body so overstimulated that it feels like being overtaken by a tsunami.

I gasp, my pussy clenching around Ryder’s cock, my whole body shuddering as the pleasure roars through me.

“Yes,” Ryder groans, fucking me through it. “That’s it. Soak my cock. Let Tristan hear how much you love this.”

“Jesus,” Tristan rasps, the lust in his voice ramping me up even higher. “That’s fucking beautiful.”

Ryder grunts, his cock thickening as his fingers tighten on my wrists, his hips slamming against mine once, twice. Then, with a hoarse grunt and a final thrust, he comes too.

His shaft jerks and pulses inside me, filling me with a rush of cum.

My head falls back, but before I can hit it on the cabinet door behind me, Ryder’s free hand catches the back of my neck. He pulls me forward and kisses me hard as I shudder, my inner walls rippling around him.

“Fucking addicting,” he murmurs, smiling against my mouth.

And when he pulls away, still buried inside me, Tristan is right there.

“I want a taste.”

He doesn’t wait for permission, and I wouldn’t deny him anyway. I just moan, opening my mouth and leaning forward. Tristan cups my jaw and slides his tongue between my lips, groaning as he licks his way inside me and stakes a claim of his own.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against my mouth, and the praise has a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me. “Do you have any idea how hot that was?”

I do, and I can hardly believe it. It feels like I’m living in a dream. One where I get everything I want, and everything I didn’t even know I wanted.

But if it is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.

I reach for Tristan’s cock, the filthy idea of taking it while I’m still full of Ryder’s cum making my arousal spike all over again. But before I touch him, my phone pings.

All three of us look to my left, where I set it on the counter.

“It’s Caleb,” Tristan says, reading the notification on the screen.

We all freeze, then Ryder breaks the tension.

“Well, this is awkward,” he jokes, grinning at me as he pulls back. A gush of his cum follows when he slides his softening cock out of my pussy. “At least it’s not a video call.”

“Oh god.” I laugh even as the thought makes my stomach twist, shaking my head in denial. “Don’t even say that!”

He grins at me. “Can we ignore him?”

Tristan snorts softly. “This is Caleb we’re talking about.”

Ryder chuckles. “Right.” He hands me my phone. “You gonna say hi to your brother for me and Tristan?”

I blush, biting my lower lip. “What is he even doing up this early?”

“Hockey,” the men both say as I swipe open the message thread with my brother.

I laugh, nodding, because of course they’re right. We all know that.

CALEB: I heard you hit some bad weather on your road trip. Everything okay, sis?

I bite my lip at the childhood nickname, smiling even though it feels almost surreal to have my brother call me that while I’m still full of one of his best friend’s cum.

I send him a quick reply.

ME: Everything’s great!

Tristan kisses my temple, then steps away, and I try to ignore the sinking feeling that it’s kind of prophetic. The minute the real world intrudes on this kinky bubble we’re in, it pops.

Caleb sends back a thumbs up and another message.

CALEB: Good. It sounds like you’ve got a lot of snow.

ME: It’s beautiful.

CALEB: Of course you’d say that, LOL. But you’re not driving in it, right?

He sends a string of emojis with that one—a cloud with snow falling, a car, and a red circle with a slash.

I roll my eyes, even though I’m still smiling. It may be overprotective of him, but it’s still nice that he cares.

ME: We’ll wait until the roads are clear. We’re all good. I promise.

CALEB: Good. I’m glad the guys are with you.

I blush. I am too. Not that I’m about to tell my brother exactly how glad I am.

Caleb and I chat for another couple of minutes before he tells me he has to head out for practice, but when I finally put the phone down, the mood between me, Tristan, and Ryder has shifted. Caleb’s text was a stark reminder of just how temporary the agreement I’ve got with the guys is. No matter how incredible what we’re sharing is, there isn’t a future for us back in the real world.

Not that they’d even want one, of course. I need to remember that even if I wasn’t Caleb’s little sister, they’ve all been very clear about their feelings on relationships.

Tristan comes back over with a warm washcloth and hands it to Ryder, who uses it to clean me up before kissing me softly.

“We should go back to bed, love.”

I nod, glancing out the window as he helps me down from the counter. Caleb was right, the snow is still coming down pretty heavily. And while too much of it will mean it really isn’t safe to drive, I’m not sure whether to hope it clears up by morning or not.