Filthy Rich Santas

20. Lana

20

LANA

I’ve never felt as bold, as sexy and confident, as I did walking out of the bedroom in the most provocative lingerie I packed. But the best part is that the minute the men see me, I can start to let go of that and begin falling into submission, because Ryder kisses me exactly the way he did the other night.

He kisses me in a way that makes me feel not just wanted, but totally owned.

I love it. I crave it.

And then it gets even better when Tristan comes over and joins us, sandwiching me between the two of them.

When he takes over the kiss from Ryder, the sensation of being totally surrounded and controlled is intensified. My body feels electric, every nerve ending sparking. With two sets of hands and mouths on me, it’s hard to keep track of which is which.

I love the feeling. It makes it the easiest thing in the world to just let go, to lose myself completely in the intensity of the sensations and just drift along in the pure, raw pleasure of it.

“You taste incredible, love,” Ryder murmurs, pushing me back against Tristan and lifting my breasts in his hands as he drags his hot mouth down my throat.

His thumbs rub my nipples through the lace of my bra as Tristan tips my head back and takes my mouth. I whimper, the combination of sensations sending my arousal ratcheting higher.

“Tell us what you want,” Tristan murmurs, his fingers digging into my hip as he grinds his cock against my ass.

“You,” I whisper, turning my head to capture his mouth again.

Ryder chuckles against my skin, nipping the swell of my breast. “More specific.”

I groan. “I want… I want you both to make me come.”

And I don’t think I can get more specific than that. Not with the overload of pleasure that’s already racing through my body.

Tristan kisses the back of my neck, the rough stubble on his jaw rasping across my skin. “I think you want more than just an orgasm though, don’t you? You want to submit to us. You want us to decide how to make your body sing tonight. You want to give up all control and hand it over to me and Ryder.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “ Please .”

Ryder groans, pushing my bra out of the way and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth as Tristan reaches between my legs from behind and slips his fingers inside my panties.

“She’s wet, Ryder,” he says. “Dripping wet and so damn tight. How many orgasms do you think we can get out of her tonight?”

Ryder answers him with a low chuckle, but I can barely process what they’re saying, lost in the sensations as Ryder switches to my other breast and Tristan tugs on my clit piercing, working me higher and higher.

Then Ryder drags his mouth down the center of my body and gets on his knees, mouthing my clit through my panties when Tristan moves his fingers away.

“Open your eyes,” Tristan whispers in my ear, cupping my breasts as he holds me against him. “Beckett is watching.”

I cry out, pleasure spearing my core and rippling outward. I don’t know if it’s from Ryder’s mouth, or the way Tristan is pinching and teasing my nipples, or from what he just told me.

But I do it. I obey him, forcing my eyes open to find Beckett’s hot gaze locked on me.

He hasn’t moved, hasn’t come any closer, but even though there’s no expression on his face, the intensity radiating from him is obvious. He’s hungry for me. And as soon as I realize it, I can’t look away.

I want him too.

But then Ryder hooks his fingers in the edge of my panties and works them down over my hips, taking the ring in my clit between his teeth. I gasp and look down at him, his wicked eyes and his clever mouth mesmerizing me.

“Spread your legs,” Tristan murmurs. “Ryder deserves a taste, don’t you think?”

“Fuck, she’s delicious,” Ryder murmurs as I open my legs a bit, turning his head and sucking a bite into the tender skin of my inner thigh. “But as sexy as you look in these, I need them off.”

He rolls my panties down even farther, inch by inch, and he follows their progress with his mouth until I’m panting, desperate to have his tongue back where I need it.

As if he can sense my rising need, Tristan captures my arms and folds them over my chest, then holds them there as Ryder finishes stripping off my panties. It reminds me of how hot it was last night when Ryder told me about Tristan’s interest in bondage, but the reality of being restrained like this is even better.

I want to touch myself, but I can’t.

I want to push Ryder’s head between my legs, but they’ve taken that choice out of my hands.

“Green?” Tristan murmurs, as if he’s reading my mind.

“Green,” I whisper.

“Beautiful,” Ryder murmurs, looking up at me.

The heat in his eyes makes me flush, and when he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, the wave of heat that goes through me is so intense it has me moaning before he even puts his mouth back on me.

“I’ve got you,” Tristan says, supporting my weight and keeping me steady even as he continues to restrain me. “Let yourself enjoy this. Let go and surrender all your pleasure.”

It feels like I can’t do anything but surrender. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but also cherished and safe.

And so incredibly turned on that I could go off with barely a touch.

“Please,” I gasp, writhing in Tristan’s hold.

“Keep begging,” he murmurs in my ear, his hot shaft pushing into my back. “It’s sexy as fuck.”

“I agree,” Ryder says with a wicked chuckle, sucking more of those hot, tingling love bites into my thighs and then, finally leaning in and dragging his tongue through my folds with a long, filthy lick that has me crying out and shamelessly pushing my hips forward.

He looks up at me with a smile that’s pure heat. “You know what else is sexy? The way you taste, love. Fucking Christ. It’s sweeter than dessert. I could stay here all night.”

I don’t have the words to respond, especially when he slides two fingers inside me, rubbing his thumb over my clit and making me writhe against him, gasping and begging.

Tristan groans, his fingers digging into my forearms. “Damn, I wish I had my ropes right now. I love how fucking wild you get, but be good and hold still for us. I want to see Ryder make you come.”

“I can’t,” I pant, arching in his hold as Ryder sucks my clit into his mouth and does something magical to it with his tongue.

“Sure you can,” Tristan says, his voice smooth as silk. “You’re sexy as hell like this, but I know what you really crave is submission. And all you have to do is surrender to the pleasure. Not chase it, just accept it. Let us take care of you.”

I moan, the sound welling up from my innermost core as his words tap into something fundamental and deep inside me. The same “something” that drew me to kink in the first place.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper, melting back against him. “ Yes .”

Tristan’s lips curve into a smile against my cheek. “That’s it, beautiful. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He turns my head and catches my mouth with his again, kissing me like he’s claiming me as Ryder groans against my pussy, sucking on my clit as he slips two fingers inside me and finds my g-spot.

I sob into Tristan’s mouth, shaking as Ryder starts fucking me hard and fast with his fingers while relentlessly working his magic on my clit.

“Good girl, that’s it, let yourself go,” Tristan murmurs, brushing my hair back and then taking my mouth again. He doesn’t rush, just kisses me deeply and thoroughly, letting Ryder drive me wild without getting distracted from the possessive, demanding way he owns my mouth.

The contrast between his restraint and Ryder’s frenzied passion overloads my senses, and I fall apart in a shuddering orgasm, screaming my release into Tristan’s mouth as I ride Ryder’s face.

Tristan groans, swallowing my cries.

Ryder doesn’t stop, and I have a second, smaller climax that leaves me floating before Tristan finally pulls his mouth from mine.

He turns me around to face him. “My turn now.”

My knees give out, and Ryder rises to his feet quickly to catch me, holding me steady. “We should get her on the bed first.”

“Mm, good idea.” Tristan smiles, kissing the tip of my nose and then leading me into the bedroom.

I’m glad he and Ryder are helping, because I honestly don’t think I can walk. My body feels like my bones have been replaced by sweet, warm syrup in the aftermath of my orgasm, but even better than the languid pleasure still sparking through me is knowing that they mean it. They really do have me. All I have to do is let them do whatever they want.

“Green,” I murmur dreamily as they lower me to the bed, making Tristan chuckle.

Ryder gives me a sexy smile as he stands back and strips off his clothes, and when Tristan follows suit, my skin literally tingles, aching to feel them against me.

“I need to taste you,” Tristan says, his heated gaze traveling the length of my body as I lay sprawled on the bed, still in my bra. “I want to feel that sweet pussy come all over my tongue.”

I gasp as he grabs my hips and yanks me toward the edge of the mattress, then moan when he drops to his knees, his eyes burning.

“So pretty and wet,” he murmurs, spreading me wide and looking up the length of my body. “Ryder got you good and primed for me.”

“Not a hardship,” Ryder teases, kneeling on the bed next to me and palming one of my breasts. “But fuck, neither is this. She was made to be worshiped.”

A hot thrill goes through me when they start talking to each other about me.

Tristan dips his head, kissing my inner thigh. “That’s the truth,” he agrees, dragging his lips upward until he reaches the juncture of my legs.

When he starts licking me, his tongue hot and sure, Ryder shifts his attention to the other breast, kneading and playing with it as he sprawls out next to me and kisses me, his cock hot and hard against my side.

I want it inside me. I want to be fucked so deeply that I lose myself.

But Tristan has me trapped, and the thrill of letting them have their way with me, letting them decide how to use my body, has my core tightening as Tristan’s fingers and tongue work their magic.

“For someone so sweet, you’re fucking dirty beneath, aren’t you?” he murmurs, tugging on my clit piercing. “I love this thing. Love the way you react. Love how fucking hot it looks on you.”

I moan, arching up against his mouth as Ryder matches his pace, sucking my nipples and stroking his hands all over my body, making me ache to be touched everywhere at once.

And with two of them focused on me, it makes it feel like I am.

Ryder kisses his way back up my throat and nips at my earlobe. “You’re getting close. You love this, don’t you, being held down and taken care of? Forced to come for us as many times as we want?”

I sob, nodding desperately.

“Say it.”

The order lights up the dark places inside me and sends a wave of need crashing through my body.

“Yes!”

“Not good enough,” Tristan says, raising his head and pinning his eyes on me. “You heard Ryder.”

“I do. I love this,” I gasp, squirming, aching, desperate.

Tristan rewards me by sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking my piercing with his tongue.

I wail, then gasp as I open my eyes and realize that Beckett has come to the bedroom door. He’s leaning against the frame, watching me with a laser focus that has my core throbbing.

“I love being held down,” I whisper, talking directly to him. “Being touched. Coming for you. For all of you. I want… I want all three of you to use me as much as you want.”

“Just two for now,” Ryder chuckles, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

Tristan lifts his head again, twisting a little to see Beckett behind him before he looks back and shares a look with Ryder.

“Beckett isn’t ready to join in yet,” he says, smirking.

“Is he, um, is he into voyeurism too?” I ask breathlessly.

Tristan chuckles. “Oh, I’m sure he’s enjoying watching you, but no. That’s not really his kink.”

“He’s a Dom through and through,” Ryder says, both of them clearly goading Beckett on. “He likes to be hands on, likes to edge and push the limits of pleasure.”

“Oh fuck,” I whisper, staring straight at Beckett. “ Yes .”

I can’t manage anything more articulate than that, I just know that I want all of it, everything, from all three of them.

Beckett’s jaw ticks, but he doesn’t move. I don’t feel rejected, though. I can’t. Not when he’s staring at me so intensely that it makes my heart race. His eyes are hard and his expression is fierce and primal in a way that has me imagining exactly what his hands and lips would feel like on me.

He would take me apart.

I gasp, and heat flares in his eyes.

“It’s not you, love,” Ryder murmurs, sliding his hand up my side and opening the clasp on my bra between my breasts, baring me completely to Beckett’s gaze.

“Right now, Beckett’s just being stubborn,” Tristan agrees.

I don’t know what he means by that, but I don’t have time to decipher his words, because the next thing I know, Tristan is pushing my legs open even wider and fingering my pussy until I’m sobbing.

“Damn, you’re incredible,” he says, giving me a wicked grin. “But you can do better. Let’s show Beckett what he’s missing out on.”

He dips his head down without giving me a chance to make sense of that, either, and then his mouth is on me again and I lose all sense of time.

Everything melts away, until there’s only the sensation of Tristan’s mouth and Ryder’s hands on me, the sounds of their voices, their low, teasing laughter and their soft, filthy words.

And Beckett’s heated gaze.

It’s my anchor. I can’t look away, and he doesn’t either. He doesn’t even blink.

And then I’m coming again. Arching up like a bow as the pleasure crests and breaks over me in a wave. I have a moment to realize that it’s stronger this time, even more intense than my first orgasm, and then my mind blanks, lost in a storm of pure sensation as Tristan and Ryder work me through it, dragging it out until I’m a shaking mess on the bed, tears running down my cheeks and my heart thudding so hard I think it might beat right out of my chest.

When Ryder cups my jaw and tips my face toward him, I can’t even focus on him, let alone kiss him. He smiles, looking satisfied, then kisses my forehead instead, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

“Such a filthy, kinky little thing,” he says tenderly. “Do you like two men getting you off at the same time?”

“Yes,” I whisper, the word coming out raspy. “It’s amazing.”

I can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on all this time… or imagine how I’ll ever go back to being satisfied without the perfect overload of sensation they’re giving me.

Ryder smirks. “Do you want us to keep using you like this? To fuck your gorgeous body until we’re all sated and spent? For both of us to take you at the same time?”

I suck in a sharp breath, my mind going wild with a whole montage of filthy scenarios.

Ryder fucking my face while Tristan buries his cock in my pussy. Tristan making me ride him while Ryder works himself into my untouched backdoor. Being sandwiched between them again, just like I was earlier, but this time, with both of them in my pussy.

I whimper at the thought, a needy sound escaping me.

“I think that’s a yes,” Tristan rasps, nipping my inner thigh as Ryder smirks and grips my chin, tugging it down.

I obediently let my mouth fall open, and he slips his thumb in my mouth, rubbing it back and forth over my lower lip. “We’ll start easy on you, love. One cock in this plush mouth of yours, and one in the pussy you’ve gotten so nice and wet for us. How does that sound?”

I whimper, nodding.

I can’t breathe. Can’t move. But I want it. I want everything they’ll give me.

I want that more than air.