Filthy Rich Santas

21. Lana

21

LANA

Tristan crawls up my body and kisses me, and the taste of my arousal on his lips makes me moan.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs. “You taste better with every orgasm.”

Without thinking, I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. My fingers brush against a pattern of raised ridges on his scalp, and he suddenly tenses above me, freezing in place.

I blink, realizing in a rush that the ridges must be scars.

Of course they are. They cover most of the left side of his body, and since they snake up his neck, it makes sense that they don’t just stop at the hairline.

I pull my hand back. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

He gives me a rueful smile. “It doesn’t hurt.” He reaches up and takes one of my hands, bringing it down to his right shoulder. “Here, you’ll like this better.”

“ I’ll like it better?”

He shrugs, avoiding my eyes. “My scars are ugly, Lana. That’s just a fact.”

“And what’s this?” I ask, pushing him back enough that I can grab my own soft stomach. “Is this ugly?”

His eyes go wide. “The fuck? No! You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re pure fucking temptation,” Ryder throws in. “So soft everywhere. Such a luscious fucking body. And… fuck, love, I just need inside you.”

I grin even as I blush. I need that too. But first, I need to set something straight.

“Well, ‘gorgeous,’ ‘tempting,’ and ‘luscious’ are not the words I’ve heard in the past. But I’m not in bed with any of the assholes who’ve had a different opinion about my curves, and if I’m not allowed to be self-conscious about my body, then neither are you.”

Tristan gapes at me for a moment, like he’s at a loss for words.

I tunnel my fingers through his hair again, running them over the scars on the back of his head, then following their trail and stroking down the left side of his neck, over his shoulder, his arm, and down his side.

Unbidden, my eyes burn with tears. Of course I know about the accident he got into years ago, but I’m not sure I’ve ever let myself really think about it. About the damage to his body. About the pain he went through. About everything he lost.

“These are beautiful,” I whisper. “Every single one of these scars is a miracle. Don’t you know that?”

He stares at me for a long moment, his eyes going bright, then swallows hard and gives his head a tiny shake.

No.

He doesn’t know.

I drag my fingers over his ridged skin. “These are all the places your body patched itself back together, so that you could live. And I am really, really happy you’re here. Living. With me.”

I’m only speaking the truth, but it occurs to me after I let those uncensored words out that they aren’t really in the spirit of this temporary arrangement between us. They’re too raw. Too real.

But before I can backpedal or diffuse the intensity with a joke, a look passes over Tristan’s face. Something I can’t quite read but that pierces right into my heart.

Then he palms the back of my head and kisses me like his life depends on it.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ryder mutters.

“I need to be inside you,” Tristan groans, his hands roaming over my curves in a way that takes everything I just said to him and cements it as truth.

I’m gorgeous. Tempting. Luscious.

And I need him to be inside me too.

“Condom?” Ryder asks as Tristan sits back, kneeling between my legs and lifts one to my shoulder.

He places a lingering kiss on my calf, eyes locked on me with a clear message: it’s up to me.

And I don’t want it.

Ryder laughs, low and throaty. “You want to take him bare, just like you took me, don’t you, love?”

“Yes,” I whisper, never breaking eye contact with Tristan… until Beckett makes a low sound from the doorway that shoots my arousal into the stratosphere.

I suck in a sharp breath, propping myself up on my elbows to see him over Tristan’s shoulder.

His eyes burn into me, reminding me that he’s not just here. He wants me too.

But for now, he’s clearly only planning on letting himself watch, and I surprise myself all over again by how hot I find that idea.

With the position I’m in and the consent I’ve already given, I expect Tristan to drive into me immediately. Instead, he teases me, running his hands up and down my sides and kneading my ass.

“Hands and knees,” he orders, giving me a heated smile that has my breath catching in my throat. “I’ve been fucking dreaming of this.”

My entire body flushes as I scramble to obey him, silencing the voice in my head about how ungracefully I manage it in my enthusiasm. I can’t lecture Tristan about accepting himself and then become a hypocrite in my own mind. Besides, the lust in all three men’s eyes is unmistakable, and I don’t plan on wasting a single moment of this amazing experience on self-consciousness.

Especially not when I’m too busy enjoying the butterflies in my stomach at the idea of taking both Tristan and Ryder at the same time. Being watched is one thing, but actually letting them share me is a whole other level of hot, and one I’ve definitely never tried before.

Tristan groans as I get into position, running his palm down my spine.

“What did it feel like when you were inside this perfect pussy, Ryder?” he asks.

Ryder smirks as he crawls onto the bed next to me, propping himself up against the pillows and palming his cock.

“Like heaven,” he says. “Fuck, this is hot. That last orgasm is going to have her so soft and wet for you. Isn’t that right, love? Is your pussy ready for Tristan’s cock?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “I want it.”

I want both of them.

I want them to use my body to get off. To fill me up, raw and bare, with their cum.

Ryder grabs a pillow and helps prop me up, and then Tristan slides deep.

It’s not a hard thrust, but I can’t hold back the little sob that falls from my lips. He feels so good. And even though he’s just started moving, he’s already taking me higher and higher, my pleasure spiraling upward until I can’t catch my breath.

“That’s it,” he growls, gripping my hips as he starts thrusting harder. “Fuck, how are you so tight after coming so hard for us already?”

Ryder smirks, lazily fisting his cock as he watches Tristan fuck me. “I told you. Tight. And wet. And fucking perfect.”

“Fucking Christ, it’s true.” Tristan groans, leaning over my back and wrapping one arm around me, cupping my breast as his fingers toy with my nipple. “And all ours, aren’t you? We can take this pussy any time we want. Can’t we? Free use.”

For the duration of the trip.

None of us voice that part, and his next thrust pushes it right out of my head.

“Yes,” I whimper, barely able to hold myself up as the pleasure quickly mounts, his angle just right to my g-spot with every slow, deliberate thrust.

But not enough to take me to the edge.

He’s toying with me.

“ Tristan ,” I beg in a whimper. “Please. More.”

“More?” he asks, as a wicked grin spreads across Ryder’s face. “Sounds like she’s begging for you to join in,” he tells Ryder.

“Yes. Please .”

Tristan grips my hips and drives into me hard enough that the slap of our skin echoes through the room, and the moan that slips past my lips is loud and shameless.

“That sounds like an invitation,” Ryder murmurs, getting to his knees in front of me and stroking my chin. Then he tugs on it, pulling my mouth open as I pant with my rising need and stare up at him. “Is this what you need?”

He guides his cockhead, already slick with precum, to my lips, then teasingly drags it across them, painting them with his salty taste.

“Yes.” I’m completely shameless as I flick my tongue out and lick his slit. “I want it.”

He hisses in a breath, his expression going dark and fierce.

“Fuck, she’s sexy,” Tristan growls, driving into me even harder. “Come on, give her what she wants.”

“Don’t worry,” Ryder says, sliding his cock between my lips and groaning. “I plan on it. And you’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you, love? Going to come for us again while we fuck your mouth and that pretty pussy, as hard and deep as we want?”

I can only moan around him, which he takes for the enthusiastic yes it is. I’ve never had anyone truly fuck my mouth, and honestly, I’m not sure how I’ll take it.

But I know he won’t give me more than I can handle. He’ll get just as dirty as I’ve always dreamed of, but he’ll take care of me too.

As if to prove it, he cups my cheek, his thumb resting right under my ear, the position and angle allowing him to feel his own cock through my cheek as he slowly slides it across my tongue, easing me into it despite his wonderfully filthy promise to fuck my mouth.

“We’re going to take good care of you,” he whispers, looking me straight in the eye. “And you want to be good for us, don’t you? You want to submit and surrender yourself, to take everything we give you tonight and show Beckett what he’s missing out on.”

I whine around his cock, my skin tingling at the reminder that Beckett’s eyes are on me right now too.

“Fuck,” Ryder groans, his cockhead hitting the back of my throat as the thickness of his shaft forces my jaw to stretch. “Your mouth is so fucking good, love.”

The praise starts to send me into a state that almost feels like floating, and combined with the way Tristan is fucking me, it’s a sensation I want to linger in forever.

Ryder thrusts deeper, his hands fisting in my hair. “Jesus,” he mutters, staring down at me as he repeatedly pushes his cock as far as it can go while still letting me breathe. “She’s got no gag reflex, Beckett. You have no fucking idea how hot this is.”

I hear a grunt from behind me in response.

Tristan is breathing raggedly, hands tight on my hips and cock driving into me in a perfect, overwhelming rhythm. But that sound wasn’t him. It was Beckett.

I moan, and Ryder hisses out a breath. “Yeah, love. Like that. Feels so fucking good. You ready for me to go deeper? I’m going to use your throat. Blink once if you’re green, because it will cut off your air.”

I’ve never experimented with breath play, but it’s just one more way I can submit to these men completely. And I want that. I want every aspect of my pleasure to be in their hands.

I blink, and Ryder gives me a blinding smile filled with so much heat that my core tightens.

“Good girl. Okay, breathe in through your nose now, then hold it.”

I do it, filling my lungs with oxygen, and on his next thrust, he shoves his cock all the way to the back of my throat.

But this time, without stopping there.

I feel a subtle pop in the back of my throat, like something painlessly giving way, and he slides home with a rumbling groan that sounds like pure sex. As his cock passes into the tight confines of my throat, cutting off my air just the way he warned me it would, I feel owned in a way that I’ve never experienced before.

It’s utterly freeing.

My eyes water as I stare up at him, my nipples tingling and my pussy clenching around Tristan’s cock as Ryder finally bottoms out, his balls a soft weight against my chin and my nose buried in his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, and I’m gratified to see that his expression is just as strained as I’m feeling, his cheeks flushed and his brow creased as he struggles to maintain control. “So good.”

I start to feel lightheaded as he holds himself there, but I don’t want air. I don’t want him to pull back. All the pleasure coiling inside me gets hotter, tighter as my throat convulses around him.

Then Tristan spanks me, and a jolt of sensation races up my spine and bursts inside my head, and my whole body tightens up.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts as my pussy tightens around his shaft, my orgasm slower to build this time after already coming for them, but feeling no less intense as it starts to creep up on me. “You love being filled by two of us, don’t you?”

Ryder pulls back, leaving just the head of his cock on the tip of my tongue, and I suck in a breath and nod, panting.

Tristan kneads my ass as his thrusts slow a little. “You pink up so prettily.”

He spanks me again, and I gasp—something that Ryder immediately takes advantage of by pushing back into my mouth.

“You should see this,” Tristan mutters, spanking my other cheek, then going back to the first as his thrusts pick up speed again. “So fucking gorgeous. And tight. Fuck, your pussy feels amazing, just like your mouth did the other day. Makes me want to fuck all your holes.”

I want to tell him he can. That I’m his. That if he wants to switch places with Ryder and use my mouth again, he can. Anything they want.

But I can’t, because Ryder’s eyes flare and he starts truly fucking my face, going in to the hilt on every thrust with short pauses in between to allow me to breathe.

Tristan spreads my cheeks, then presses a finger to the tight pucker of my asshole, and I cry out, the sound muffled by the cock in my mouth.

A moment later, something slick and warm dribbles down my crease.

Tristan’s saliva.

It feels filthy and just a little bit forbidden, and when he rubs it around my back hole, I shudder, my arousal ratcheting up to the next level.

“ All your holes,” he murmurs as he works his fingertip inside me, starting to shallowly fuck my ass with it in the same rhythm as his cock.

I groan around Ryder’s shaft, sucking him even more eagerly as my pleasure crests and I start to go into sensory overload.

“Yeah, just like that, love,” Ryder says, his voice rough with his own arousal. “Such a good girl, letting us fill you up like this. Are you going to come for us? You’re almost there, I can feel it. Your throat is squeezing the hell out of my cock, and the way Tristan’s pounding into you, I’m guessing that sweet little pussy is getting damn tight too.”

“Fuck yeah, it is,” Tristan grits out. “It’s already milking my cock. She’s responsive as fuck to ass play. If we had lube on hand, I’d be tempted to switch holes. But fuck if I’m going to last long enough for that.”

I can’t respond. I can’t even moan. I feel full in all the best possible ways, every part of my body an instrument of pleasure, humming and tightening with my imminent climax as they fuck me and toy with my most private places until I’m teetering on a knife’s edge of shattering.

I’ve never been fucked like this before. Never been taken apart piece by piece and trusted that I can truly let myself go and count on them to catch me. It feels like true submission, the promise fulfilled of all the things that attracted me to kink in the first place.

The feeling of giving all my power away. Of trusting someone else to decide what’s best for me. To push me, to test my limits, and to know when I need to be restrained and when I need to be freed.

To give me everything I need, even if it’s not what I ever would have thought to ask for.

“Fuck,” Tristan growls. “I need to see you come.”

He pulls his finger out of my ass and spanks me again, making me moan, then warm spit dribbles over my back hole again, and he pushes two fingers in, timing it with his cock.

“Come for us,” he demands. “Do it now. Squeeze my fucking cock and make Ryder come too. Let me feel your pleasure, freckles. Do it.”

I sob, the orgasm he’s calling for ripping through me so powerfully that my muscles seize up, and I’m lost to the waves of ecstasy as Ryder groans, his hips thrusting as he fucks my mouth faster.

“Fucking love the way you respond to orders,” he pants, staring down at me. “You like knowing what’s expected of you? You like being told what to do?”

I can’t nod, but the pleasure still rippling through me intensifies even more.

“Fuuuuck,” Tristan groans, and a second later, I’m suddenly so empty I’m gasping, the sound of his hand flying over his cock filling the room. “I want to see her looking like she belongs to us,” he tells Ryder. “Come on her face. Mark her.”

Ryder’s eyes flare and his cockhead swells in my mouth.

“Oh, hell yes,” he breathes out, thumbs tracing my jaw, then rubbing over my stretched lips. “Is that what you want? Do you want to be our filthy little fucktoy, with Tristan marking your ass while I paint your face with cum?

“Mm-hm,” I manage around his cock.

“Blink once for green.”

I do it, my body quivering with the aftershocks of the pleasure they’ve already wrung out of me.

“Good girl,” Ryder murmurs, gripping his shaft. “Open wide and look at me. Eyes open. I want to watch them shine when I claim this gorgeous face.”

I suck in a breath, doing exactly as he says, and he pulls his cock from my mouth. The next moment, his cum is painting my lips and tongue, and my pussy clenches so hard with another tiny climax that it’s like a lightning strike.

He growls, his fist working over his shaft and his eyes burning into me as I hear Tristan grunt behind me. A moment later, I feel his cum landing on my skin, hot and thick, and that sends me into another mini-climax.

I can’t even scream with the force of it. The only sound I’m capable of making is a weak moan that ends up muffled by the cum still pooled on my tongue.

I can’t even swallow it. My brain isn’t working, and even though my muscles aren’t seizing anymore, I’m still so overwhelmed that it feels like I’m floating.

Or maybe I’m just waiting for permission.

Ryder leans in and kisses my forehead, then drags his tongue through the mess on my lips.

“You can close your eyes now,” he murmurs. “But keep your mouth open and don’t swallow.”

He holds his cum in his mouth and kisses me, our tongues tangling, his hand cupping my cheek.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Tristan mutters, pulling me upright once Ryder releases me and then turning my head as he presses against my back so he can take my mouth too.

His kiss is even dirtier than the one Ryder just gave me, at odds with Tristan’s usual restrained personality. I’m clearly not the only one affected by how intense this was.

“So sexy,” he murmurs, licking the cum from my lips, then pushing it into my mouth again.

Ryder smirks as we pull apart. “Now swallow.”

I do it, swallowing twice as the boneless satisfaction inside me starts to pull me under. I’m not just exhausted, I’m completely at peace in a way I can’t ever remember being before.

And it’s making it really hard to keep my eyes open as Tristan and Ryder murmur sweet, filthy things to me, passing me back and forth between them a few times before Ryder finally pulls me down on the bed, collapsing onto his back with me sprawled across his chest.

“So good,” he mumbles, his eyes already drifting closed. “I’m just gonna crash right here.”

“Same,” Tristan murmurs with a low chuckle, crawling into position on my other side and making me feel so deeply content I have no words for it.

It’s almost perfect, but as my eyes start to drift closed, I turn my head to see the doorway. I can’t imagine Beckett would join us now if he held himself back from the sex, but once upon a time I never would have imagined any of this is possible, so the least I can do is ask.

But I don’t get the chance.

He’s gone.