Filthy Rich Santas

46. Lana

46

LANA

Three cocks. I don’t know if I can take it, but I want it. And the way that Beckett’s eyes widen, the heat flashing through his gaze hot enough to incinerate me, tells me he does too.

And he’s not the only one.

“Oh fuck,” Tristan breathes into my ear, the two cocks already inside me both swelling even larger.

Ryder’s grip on my hip tightens, his chest rumbling with a groan of approval, and a shudder of need goes through me.

“Please,” I add when Beckett doesn’t move.

“It’ll be a lot to take. Are you sure?”

I can see how turned on he is, but it’s the note of caution, his unshakeable concern for me, that has emotions rushing into my chest.

I nod. “I know, but I want it. I trust you.”

He stares at me hard, searching my face, and I let him see everything. How much I want this, all of this, and so much more. That I want to give them everything and take everything in return.

My heart is so damn full it’s overflowing, and I know without a doubt that this is where I’m meant to be, right here, right now.

Then, like a rubber band snapping, he moves. Lunging for me and taking my mouth in such a primal form of ownership that it steals the air from my lungs.

He kisses me, hard and hot, his tongue stroking against mine and demanding everything I have to give. His hand slips between our bodies, his thick fingers circling my clit as all three men work together to drive me wild.

Their hands are everywhere, three hot mouths on mine, lips trailing down my throat, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples. My moans fill the room, Tristan kissing a path along my jaw as Ryder’s teeth nip at my throat.

“Oh god, yes,” I pant, completely owned by them.

Beckett finally tears his mouth away from me with a groan, pulling back and raking his gaze over me as he licks his lips. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. If we’re doing this, we need to do it right.”

He gives Ryder and Tristan a look, something silent passing between them, and both men slowly ease out of my pussy, the sudden emptiness making me gasp.

“Please,” I whisper, almost shaking with the need to be filled again.

“We’ve got you, little menace,” Beckett rumbles, pulling me against him and stuffing his fingers into my pussy like he can sense my need.

He doesn’t fuck me with them, just holds them there, keeping me full as he directs the action.

“Tristan, grab the lube. Ryder, lie on your back.” Beckett nods toward the center of the bed, and as Tristan grabs the lube, Ryder obliges, laying himself out like a calendar model. With one hand folded under his head and the other hand lazily stroking his hard cock, his eyes drill into me with an intensity that makes me feel more wanted than I’ve ever felt before.

“Are you ready for her?” Beckett asks.

“Fuck, yes.” Ryder nods.

Tristan comes to stand next to us, his hand stroking gently over my hair, and Beckett pulls his fingers free, shifting to the side.

“Climb on top of him,” he orders, and I immediately move, crawling toward Ryder. “That’s it, dirty girl. Lie on top. No, baby, on your back.”

My pulse jumps as I settle myself on top of Ryder, my head resting on his shoulder, the hard length of his cock slipping upward through my thighs. I feel utterly exposed, and for a second, I tense up, wondering if he really wants my weight on him like this.

Then he skims his hands up my sides, fondling my breasts as he shifts beneath me, angling his hips and pushing his cock against the lips of my pussy, and I realize that he can handle me. He wants me here just as badly as I want to be here. Each one of these men love everything about my body, and that’s exactly why I want to share it with all of them.

No, to be owned by all of them.

“Can’t fucking wait to be back inside you,” Ryder mutters as he starts to push into me. “Oh fuck. That’s it. So fucking good. You feel like heaven. Never want to be anywhere else but right here buried inside your hot pussy.”

My breath catches in my throat, a new rush of wetness coating his shaft as he presses deeper, and Beckett’s voice breaks through my pleasure haze.

“Hands on her hips, Ryder. Hold her steady for Tristan.”

I look up, finding Beckett’s eyes, and the raw, animalistic desire I see there makes my pussy clench, tightening around Ryder.

“Fuck,” he curses, his fingers digging into my skin, but his hips remain still, like he’s waiting for a signal.

I can’t form words, the need inside me clawing to the surface and stripping away any ability to speak. But I don’t need to say anything. Not with these men.

Beckett reads me like a book, and his voice is hoarse when he speaks.

“Now, Tristan. She’s ready.”

Tristan coats his cock with lube, then crawls onto the bed with us. The mattress dips as he kneels between our legs, his knees pressed into the backs of my thighs as he hikes my legs up. Ryder’s cock pulses inside me, and his hold on my hips tightens even more.

“Do it,” Beckett growls, kneeling next to us and stroking his thick length.

With a groan, Tristan fits his cockhead against my entrance, staring down at where we’re connected with a heated reverence in his eyes that makes my chest ache. Then he pushes in, stretching me around him, his cock above Ryder’s as he slowly works his way back inside me.

My head falls back against Ryder’s shoulder, my lips parted in a silent scream as he sinks deeper. The angle is different than when they were both inside me before, and it’s overwhelming.

“Too much?” Tristan’s voice is tight with restraint.

“No,” I manage, my voice ragged and barely audible. “Give me all of you.”

He pushes in another inch, his breathing as ragged as mine, and then Ryder shifts, and a long, drawn-out moan leaves my lips as I’m suddenly filled with both of them.

“Oh god,” I whimper, the feeling almost too much.

Tristan’s hips jerk forward, shoving his cock the rest of the way home. “Fuck,” he grits out. “You’re so tight like this. I can feel Ryder’s cock pulsing right against mine.”

Ryder groans, and then they’re fucking me, moving my body as if it’s their own personal toy, using their strength and their cocks to send me soaring, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

It would be so easy to tip over it and come on their cocks, but I want more. I want everything.

“Please, Beckett,” I manage, looking over to where he’s kneeling next to us, his eyes blazing as he fucks his fist like he’s about to die.

I reach for him, sweaty and breathless, and he makes a feral sound of pure possession as he swoops down to kiss me. Then he straightens up, exchanging a look with Tristan.

Tristan leans back, holding himself still, as Beckett slicks his cock with lube and then straddles my hips.

“You’re a fucking dream,” he mutters, his eyes roaming over my body as his thick thighs bulge with strength, holding him between me and Tristan. “You ready for this, little menace?”

“I need it,” I whisper, the most honest thing I’ve ever said.

Ryder and Tristan both hold themselves completely still as Beckett strokes his leaking cockhead over my clit, sending a wave of heat to my core that almost drowns me.

Then he fits the blunt tip just above Tristan’s cock, sliding it through my slick arousal to press against the lips of my pussy.

He feels impossibly big. Even bigger than usual.

He rubs his cockhead up and down, coating it with my wetness, and then starts to push inside, working his way into me with short, shallow movements that send shockwaves through my body.

It’s almost more than I can take, the stretch so intense it blots out everything else, consuming me. Tears prick the backs of my eyes, and I throw my head back against Ryder’s shoulder, panting as an equally intense pleasure starts to roll through my body, wave after wave of it with every inch Beckett gains.

“That’s it. Fucking look at you, love. We’ve got you,” Ryder mutters, his big hands still holding my hips steady as his muscles tense and contract under me, telling me without words that this is just as intense for him—for all of them—as it is for me.

“Oh fuck,” Tristan whispers, a shudder going through him that I feel in my core. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jesus, fuck.”

“Lana,” Beckett growls, the low, deep sound reverberating through all three of them. “You fucking belong to us. You’re taking me so damn well. I’m halfway there.”

I’m shaking, trembling so hard that it feels like I’m falling apart. But these men won’t let me. They’re here, holding me together. Holding me open. Making me theirs.

“Take it,” Beckett grits out. “Take all of me, dirty girl.”

The pressure builds and builds as he gets deeper, and I gasp, the breath stolen from my lungs when he finally slides all the way home, his body rubbing against my clit as he settles against me with a groan.

Then they start to fuck me, instinctively finding a slow, coordinated rhythm that has their three cocks sliding in and out of me in a series of small movements that sets off a chain reaction I can’t stop.

My core tightens into a fist-sized knot of need, and a strangled cry leaves my lips. “Oh god, I’m coming. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes. Yes! I’m… I’m…”

My whole body goes taut, the world falling away around me as I break apart. They’re still moving, their cocks pushing into me, stretching me, claiming me. But the pleasure is so intense that it almost hurts.

And it’s still not enough.

Beckett leans down, his eyes flashing, and captures my mouth in a brutal kiss, the motion driving his cock even deeper.

“Another,” he demands, my pussy still rippling with aftershocks around their cocks.

He bites my bottom lip, and my moan turns into a ragged cry as Ryder and Tristan start to move, their cocks sliding against each other inside me, stretching and filling me to capacity.

“Fuck,” Beckett groans, his grip on my chin tightening as he holds me still. “I can feel it. Every time they fuck you, I can feel them moving inside you.”

“Please,” I moan, the pressure building inside me again.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Ryder grits out. “If you want this sweet pussy of yours to be filled with our cum, you’re going to have to do what Beckett told you to and give us another first. Show us how much you want this. Show us how much you can take.”

As Ryder speaks, Beckett lets go of my chin and adjusts his position, his thighs tensing as he balances above me and slowly presses into me with the strength of his legs alone.

“Yes!” I cry out, the word almost unintelligible.

“Come,” he demands, his voice a low growl. “Now.”

His hand snakes down between us, fingers brushing over my clit as he tugs on my piercing, and with no further warning, I hurtle over the edge.

I scream, my body seizing, every muscle locking down as my vision tunnels, the pleasure so intense that it’s almost pain. I’ve never come like this before, like it transforms my whole body into a quivering vehicle of pleasure.

I hear their voices, but they sound far away. Like they’re underwater. Then Beckett’s hand closes over my throat, his big palm covering the sides of my neck, and everything snaps into crystal clear focus.

“Look at me. I want your eyes right here as we fill you. Beg for our cum, little menace. Tell us you want it.”

“I do,” I whisper. “Please.”

He groans, and just like that, all three of them go off, one after the other. Their cocks swell and pulse inside my pussy as they pump me full of their cum, the feeling so incredible that it sends me into another orgasm.

The world falls away, the pleasure drowning me, and I’m only vaguely aware of their sweet, filthy words and powerful hands on me as they ease their way out of me, disentangling us and then shifting me to lie on the mattress.

“Let me see,” Beckett rumbles, a hot look of possession in his eyes as he moves my body like it’s a doll.

He spreads my legs, groaning as he watches their combined cum drip down my thighs.

He scoops it up, using his thick fingers to stuff it back in my pussy. “This is where it belongs, little menace. I want you to have it all.”

“Fuck,” Tristan breathes. “I love knowing we’re still inside you.”

“Our dirty, perfect girl,” Ryder mutters, nuzzling the back of my neck.

Beckett kisses me, soft and sweet and possessive, his fingers buried inside me like he’s determined to keep every drop inside me for as long as he can. “Good girl.”

I smile, a bone-deep satisfaction spreading through me as the three men shift to cradle me, their bodies warm and protective as they kiss and caress me.

Eventually, they clean me up, insisting I drink some water and eat a few bites of the snacks Meg sent with us.

My body feels utterly used, and it’s incredible. Like my brain is completely quiet and at peace, the emotional chaos of the last twenty-four hours silenced, replaced by a soul-deep certainty that these men are truly mine, and I’m theirs.

Not just now, but forever.

I look up at the attentive way they surround me, feelings pulsing through my chest.

“I love you,” I whisper, the words coming out before I can stop them.

As soon as I say it, I feel a flutter of panic. “I know it might be too soon to say that, but it doesn’t feel too soon. I’ve known you all for so long, seen what amazing men you are. After everything we’ve shared… I just… I love you. All three of you.”

I bite my lip, suddenly unsure, but then Beckett’s hand gently tilts my chin up.

“I love you too,” he rumbles, his green eyes intense. “You’ve broken down walls I didn’t even know I had. You’re the perfect counterpart to me, Lana. The softness to my hardness, the light to my darkness. I didn’t even know my life was missing anything before, but now I know that it was you all along.”

There’s no way I can doubt his sincerity, the depth of his emotion taking my breath away.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

His full lips tilt up in a tender smile. “You don’t ever need to thank me for loving you. It’s my privilege. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I blink back tears as Ryder’s palm caresses my arm before he laces our fingers together and lifts my hand to his mouth.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for someone like you. Hell, I didn’t even know I was waiting. I was convinced I didn’t need anyone besides my best friends. They were the only ones I trusted enough to get close to. But this?” He moves our joined hands to his chest, right over his heart. “I’ve spent my whole life running from this feeling, convinced I’d never want it. But loving you turned out to be as easy as breathing, and just as fucking necessary for my survival. I love you, Lana Reeves, and that’s never gonna change.”

My heart swells, his words making me feel cherished. Wanted.

“I feel the same.” Tristan’s voice is quiet. “My grandmother always told me to wait for someone who makes the world brighter just by being in it. Someone who lights me up every time I see her. That’s always been you. It just took me a while to believe it was something we could actually have. But now that you’re ours, I won’t ever give you up.”

My eyes well up with tears, and he brushes one away, smiling at me tenderly.

“I love you, freckles. And I always will.”

Their declarations mean everything to me, their sweet words almost sounding too good to be true. And as much as I want them to be, I can’t help biting my lip as I worry that maybe, in the afterglow of the amazing sex we just had, they’re looking at me through glasses that are a little too rosy.

“Always is a long time,” I force myself to say. “What about my lupus? There might be days when I’m not… fun to be around. When I’m tired or in pain. That’s not going to go away.”

Tristan cups my face gently. “We want all of you. The good days and the bad.”

“Your illness doesn’t change how we feel,” Ryder adds, his voice firm.

Beckett nods, his eyes intense. “We’re in this for the long haul. Whatever comes. Don’t ever doubt that you’re perfect for us, just the way you are. We wouldn’t change a fucking thing.”

Their words wash over me, soothing my fears as warmth spreads through my chest, bringing with it a sense of complete acceptance I’ve never known before.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “You are… everything to me.”

“I couldn’t have said it any better, love,” Ryder says tenderly, giving me a soft, sweet kiss that Tristan and Beckett quickly repeat before cleaning me up and preparing us all for bed.

“I could really get used to this,” I say once the lights are out and I’m surrounded by their warmth and strength, all of us together under a fluffy down comforter subtly scented with pine.

“You’re going to have to,” Tristan murmurs, his arm draped over my waist.

Ryder’s hand rests on my hip, and Beckett’s fingers interlace with mine, as if all of them need to stay connected just as much as I do.

As their steady breathing lulls me toward sleep, I smile in the darkness, my heart so full I’m surprised my chest has room for it.

It’s not where I expected to be the night before Christmas. It’s so much better. Whatever Christmas day brings tomorrow, it’s already the best one I’ve ever had. Because I’ve already been given every Christmas wish I ever could have asked for.