Santa’s Pucking Hat Trick (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection)

25. Rachel

25

RACHEL

W e’d picked Sawyer’s place to retire to after the Sharon drama, and though I was prepared to walk in and immediately get down to the sexy business I had in mind, focusing especially on comforting Wes after the whole ordeal, I found myself startled by the cozy haven of Sawyer’s home the second I crossed the threshold.

“This is…so cute, ” I let out as I looked around Sawyer’s apartment. The whole place was decked out in cozy blankets, kitschy knickknacks, and mismatched wall art that made this feel distinctly un-Sawyer-like. Sure, he had a warmth to him that I’d uncovered more and more since my return to Mistletoe, but he was also so…gruff. Manly. This apartment looked almost like it was lovingly decorated by a sweet, crafty grandmother.

“I like thrift shopping,” Sawyer explained bluntly. “I go with my sister-in-law sometimes. She helps me pick out things to make the place feel like a home.”

Well, if that wasn’t the most adorably endearing thing I’d ever heard, I didn’t know what was. Somehow, despite the initial cognitive dissonance, the more I looked around, the more I realized it fit Sawyer too. Roman and Wes were disinterested in the topic, having presumably been here many times before, so they just stepped past me and started to take off their shoes.

Carrying my own heels in one hand, I gravitated toward an antique wall clock that hung by the quaint, neat kitchen, its wooden sides well-carved with scrolls of leaves and little forest animals. A gorgeous piece, and somehow, so painfully representative of the man who owned it.

I knew the big hands that found my waist belonged to that very man without looking. I felt his bristly facial hair tickle my ear as he asked, “You gonna explore all of my tchotchkes, Rach, or let the three of us make you come until you can’t walk?”

“The second one,” I gasped, spinning around instantly. Sawyer laughed, but only for a second, because then I was coming up on my toes to kiss his mouth.

I was still kissing Sawyer as he and the other two guys led us back through Sawyer’s apartment to his bedroom. There, Roman took up position behind me, carefully unzipping my dress and letting it fall into a red puddle at my feet. I broke contact with Sawyer’s mouth so I could start to undress him, all of them, when Wes groaned at the side of us.

“God, Rachel. You came to the bar without any panties on?”

I’d almost forgotten about this sexy secret. I looked between my three guys, a gorgeous array of blue eyes, and green, and complex hazel—all of them glued to my body, practically foaming at the mouth. I grinned wickedly.

“Why, is that bad?”

Roman was laughing when he scooped me up in his arms, making me yelp with surprise. He threw me down on Sawyer’s bed—a lovely, soft duvet in an earthy olive-green color that was once again perfectly him —and stood over me as he slung off his own shirt and started to undo his pants. He loomed over me at the foot of the bed, his two friends coming up to flank him on either side.

“Oh, it’s good, baby girl. But only because it’s bad too. I think as punishment, you have to ride my cock until your legs give out.”

I gaped at him, at the sly grins that took residence on Wes and Sawyer’s faces. Sawyer joined in the fun, deciding then, “A great idea, Roman, only I think she has to ride all three of our cocks. And she can’t come until she begs for it.”

“No fair,” I squeaked, though I felt how wet I was just from this thought, and they all laughed, shedding the last of their clothes in front of me, making me want to beg for their touch. Roman started to move in on me again, but I held up a hand. “Wait a second. I’m kind of enjoying this view.”

They all stood before me, completely bare, their eyes hungry. Their cocks stood at attention, always so ready for me. “We can do your plan,” I told them as I slid off the bed and approached them slowly. “But first, Wes needs my attention.”

Wes watched, mouth agape, as I went to my knees in front of him again. I looked up into his blue eyes as I gripped the base of his long shaft, teasing the head of his cock along the seam of my lips. I darted my tongue out to lick him, then gave a low hum of satisfaction. “You taste so good.”

“Christ, Rach,” Wes let out.

“She’s so pretty on her knees,” Sawyer said, agreeing.

I adjusted my stance, widening my legs a little so I could dip my fingers easily between my wet folds. I showed him the wet glisten, then ran my juices over the underside of his cock, providing a little lubrication as I began to stroke him in my hand. “Look how much I need you, Wes. Will you let me suck you? Make up for that evil woman ruining our night?”

He nodded. Falling into line, I felt Roman come to stand behind me, pulling back my hair. I took that as my cue to begin, sliding Wes between my lips.

I started sucking him slowly at first. Reverent almost, savoring his taste, every inch of his length. Showing him, like I said I would, that he was desired and worth all this attention. All this fuss. Wes sighed as I sucked him deeper, splaying my tongue out on the underside of his sensitive tip before I let him hit the back of my throat. I gagged, the contraction of my throat making him hiss with pleasure, but I didn’t let up. It felt good to gag around his cock. To put on this show for him, for Sawyer, for Roman, who was stroking my hair in a rough, needy massage that felt amazing on my scalp.

Soon, when Wes was panting, clearly on the verge of shooting his load down my throat, I felt Roman pull me back by my hair. A sweet pleasure-pain that made me cry out as my mouth became free, and then Roman was crouching to kiss me hard, swallowing down the sound.

“That’s enough for now, baby,” he told me roughly when he broke our kiss, still holding my hair. “Let Wes come in your pretty pussy, yeah? I want that sweet mouth on my cock, now.”

Oh, fuck yes. I hadn’t tasted Roman’s cock yet, and the thought of getting to suck him while I rode Wes, while Sawyer, who was sprawled on the bed like a king, his huge erection held in his hand, watched it all play out…it was exactly what I needed.

Wes sat beside Sawyer, propped up against the pillows so he could see everything that was about to play out. With Roman’s help, I got into position—my back to Wes, my pussy dripping above his cock, waiting for me to sink down on it. I felt two different hands come up to massage my ass, Wes on one side, Sawyer gripping me hard on the other, both of them spreading me. Then Roman spread out in front of me, a tattooed feast, and waved at me to play out the plan.

I had to taste Roman’s cock immediately. I scrambled forward on my hands to reach for him, opening my mouth before I was even close enough to reach. He laughed, but then I was sinking my mouth onto him in an eager, wet suck, and Roman’s abdomen tensed. He gave a delicious groan.

God, he was good. Thicker than Wes, though not as long, so he filled my mouth perfectly and would be the perfect length to just nudge the back of my throat. I moaned wantonly as I sucked him, bobbing my head in a fast, erratic rhythm, desperate for this. I’d never loved sucking cock more than I did with these three men. It made me feel powerful. It had my clit throbbing with need.

“You’re forgetting something, baby,” Roman told me, his tone surprisingly cool for how hard I was trying to make him come apart. “You’ve got to ride his cock too. No slacking. Spread that pussy for Wes.”

Fuck. I moaned again, louder this time, and reluctantly released Roman from my mouth so I could focus on Wes again. I adjusted so that I could reach both cocks at once, and then I was gripping Wes at the base again, guiding him to my slick entrance.

“Gorgeous,” Sawyer growled from beside me, still massaging my ass hard. He helped me guide myself down, down, until I was fully enveloping Wes, his entire length buried inside me. “You take cock like a pro, Rachel. Can’t wait to stretch you wide myself.”

I moaned as I started to rock, giving me and Wes the friction we both needed. I relished the way he moaned alongside me, lacking all self-consciousness in this. I wanted to hear his pleasure again and again. Not forgetting about Roman, though, his cock still wet from my mouth and standing at attention in front of me, I leaned forward, keeping Wes deep in my pussy while I sucked Roman between my lips once again.

It was pure heaven. Being filled with two of my men at once, feeling the power of taking control of their pleasure as well as mine. I felt like a goddess. Their cherished, beloved girl—the owner of their bodies, and somewhere deep inside, I knew I owned their hearts too. Even if they didn’t know it yet.

The only way this could be better was if I had Sawyer’s cock too. I needed all three at once. I felt greedy. Voracious. He wouldn’t fit in my ass, I was sure, and this position was too good for me to move into a better one anyway. But my hand blindly started to grope behind me, looking for that thick shaft, needing to feel it pulse with his need for me.

Sawyer laughed behind me, seeing what I was doing. “Look at her, guys. Filled with two cocks, and she’s still looking for more.”

“Gotta love her enthusiasm,” Roman gritted out. He was thrusting up into my throat now, tugging my hair in a delicious sting as he chased his orgasm. “Christ, baby. You really want me to come down your throat?”

I moaned, not sure if I wanted that more or if I’d prefer him in my pussy, even in my ass. But Sawyer didn’t give me the chance to really decide, because then his strong grip moved up to my waist and he was pulling me away from both men, making Wes cry out as I slid off his cock.

“You’ll get yours, Robbins,” Sawyer growled. “I need this pussy now.”

I was a ragdoll, completely in his control after I’d just been the one in charge. Fire blazed in Sawyer’s eyes, and his jaw was set, tight under his beard. He held my gaze as he gave orders to all of us. “Rachel, sweetheart, you’re gonna do what Roman said and ride my cock, now. But I think you want more than just that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I agreed quietly. “I want it all. Everything.” I looked to my right, into the blue eyes of the man I’d just been fucking, his cheeks flushed and his body rigid. “Please, give me more.”

“Rome, get the lube. Top drawer on the left.”

Oh, I loved this idea, and I loved the power Sawyer was exhibiting. He was all man, with his huge cock so hard for me and that broad chest covered in thick red hair I couldn’t resist touching. I slid my wet pussy against the underside of his cock, just a little since he was still holding me hard enough that I couldn’t move much, begging him to go ahead and come inside. He grinned.

“You’ll ride me in a second, sweetheart. Let Roman get your ass ready, first.”

“We’ll fill you up right, baby girl,” Roman breathed at my back. I heard the squeeze of the lube, felt his fingers slide coolly between my ass cheeks. “Get you all the way full, like you need.”

And in another few seconds, maybe hours, that was exactly what they did.

Roman stretched my ass wider than Wes had at the guest house, so it took more time for the sting to subside. But then he was fucking into me hard from behind, and he and Sawyer together guided my pussy down onto Sawyer’s cock too. I cried out when I was first full of them both, and Wes moving in to lick and suck my nipple between his lips only heightened it more. I couldn’t move, not on my own, so Roman fucked me hard from behind while Sawyer fucked up into me. Soon, the pace became too much for Wes to keep up, so he settled back against the pillows again, masturbating slowly as he watched us.

I was completely at their mercy. And though they’d said before that I wasn’t allowed to come yet, that I could until I’d ridden all of their cocks—right now, it felt like Roman was riding me— I couldn’t help it. The pleasure was too much, the synchronization of their rhythms hitting every pleasure point in my body at once. I screamed as I came harder than I ever had, shaking violently and twitching around the two cocks inside me.

Roman surprised me by following me over the edge. He let out a carnal sound, almost his own yell, as he pulled himself out of my ass and spurted hot cum all over my ass cheeks. I fell forward, sticky and sweaty, chest to chest with Sawyer while my inner muscles still spasmed and I whimpered through the end of my orgasm. I was unable to keep up the rhythm, but he stayed hard inside me.

“Jesus, baby, your little ass was so tight, and you came so hard, you made me blow my load early for the first time since I was fifteen,” Roman said, laughing as he got off the bed. “Let me clean you up.”

He came back soon with a wet washcloth, which he used to wipe his seed off my skin. He kissed the side of my neck as he did it, and the act was so sweet and caring that I almost thought I’d heard him wrong when he said, “Even though that was such a goddamn good sight, you still came too fast, baby. Now, Wes gets to spank you.”

I was surprised by how excited Wes seemed at this prospect. He was so gentle, so sweet, that I almost worried he’d be too afraid of hurting me. But when I looked into his blue eyes again, his pupils were blown with lust, and he licked his lips. I whimpered, looking forward to his hands being on me again.

“After I fill her pussy up,” Sawyer growled, though. “I’ve waited long enough.”

His cock twitched inside me to illustrate his point. And just that small movement, the reminder of how wide I was stretched, how good Sawyer felt, had me itching to come apart again around his cock. It was impressive that he held off so long, that even Roman Jett, the sex god, had finished first—but Sawyer had always been the most disciplined. I sat up and started to ride him without another second’s hesitation, willing my noodle legs into a second wind as I kissed him hard.

“God, Rach, you’re always so ready,” Sawyer growled, pulling away from my mouth. He leaned in to nip at my breast instead, and I yelped, riding him harder. “Look how pretty she rides me, boys.”

“Fucking perfect,” Wes whispered beside me, and Roman hummed his own agreement from the end of the bed.

It didn’t take long for my pleasure to build, approaching another peak. I rode Sawyer, his perfect oversized cock pounding into me each time I rocked my hips, and thought with giddy excitement of how good it would be when Wes spanked me, how much I wanted him to fuck a mixture of Sawyer’s cum and his own into my aching pussy while he did it.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasped when Sawyer bit down on my nipple, rolling it between his teeth. He growled, and it was all the encouragement I needed. No one had even touched my clit, and yet I was coming again, just as hard as the first time.

It didn’t take long, only a few more messy strokes, for Sawyer to finish himself off too. I cried out at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside me as he came, and before I could even fully finish coming down from my own orgasm, hands were repositioning me again. Sawyer’s cock slid out of me, and then I was lying face down on the bed, my ass in the air as Wes positioned himself behind me.

“Think you can come again for me, Rach?” he asked, his tone so gentle that I would have given him everything he wanted. I nodded even though I wasn’t sure it was true, and then I felt the hard stinging slap of his palm colliding with my ass. I whimpered, and Wes rubbed the spot in a soothing circle. “God, you have the best ass.”

“Perfect,” Roman agreed from where he sat, watching. “Spank it good for us, Wes. I think she likes it.”

I did like it. Liked even more that I couldn’t predict when the next smack was coming. I let my eyes slide closed, and Wes struck my other ass cheek with another hard smack, always following it with a sweet massage.

When he finally edged closer and slid himself into my pussy, he gave me another hard spank at the same time, and that was almost enough to send me over the edge of yet another climax. Wes gripped my ass hard as he fucked into me from behind, a delicious replay of that day in my office, but this time twice as good.

His long fingers found their way underneath me to finally give some love to my clit, and after only a few hard circles, a few more deep, delicious thrusts, I fell apart again, my contracting walls milking Wes into his own release. He filled my pussy with his cum, finishing us off with two, three more strokes, the pace slowing, our breath falling into the same jagged rhythm.

“Fucking hell, Rachel, I could live like this. Inside you, all the time.”

“Me too,” I whispered. “With all of you. Every day.”

It should have been strange to realize it was true. But it just felt right. After everything, this felt like the end goal. Where we were all supposed to be.

After we were all cleaned up, dressed in cozy pj’s, we headed to the living room and collapsed into a pile on Sawyer’s leather couch. The guys let me control the remote, and I looked for something silly to watch on TV. We ended up finding a cheesy Christmas movie with a hilariously appropriate hockey element, and we laughed as the predictable storyline played out in front of us. Sawyer provided snacks and beers and plenty of blankets. I’d never been so content as I was in this comfy nest with my guys.

“I could get used to this,” I told them on a sigh, my head falling against Sawyer’s shoulder. It was getting late, and after all of the physical activity, I was spent. But I didn’t want to go to sleep yet either. I was enjoying our slumber party too much.

“Yeah?” Wes asked, looking at me with a sweet smile on his lips.

“Yeah. Honestly, maybe it’s all the orgasms talking, but…I’m fucking happy, you guys. Being with you like this. Spending time with you. Fighting off mega-bitches with you.”

Laughter erupted from all three of them, and Roman kissed the side of my head, a sign of affection I wanted to imprint on my skin forever.

“I don’t know if I’m just crazy to ask this, but…do you think we can do this for real? Be together, all four of us, like a real couple?”

“Couple means two,” Sawyer pointed out. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, I know that, dumbass. But you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do,” he amended. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You really want that with us? All of us?”

“Only if you want it too,” I hurried to say. I met each of their eyes in turn. “It might be bonkers to ask you to share me. But…I don’t know. It kind of feels right.”

It was an understatement. Sex or not, I was starting to feel way more than lust for all three of these men who I’d once seen as any other hot hockey players. And I could feel that same tenderness from each of them too. I wanted to explore it. To let it play out, even if there was virtually no chance it could turn into something long term.

“Yeah,” Roman was the first one to agree. “It feels fucking great, actually.”

Wes and Sawyer expressed their own agreement, and somehow, that was it. It clicked. “Alright. Cool. So we’re dating, then,” I said bluntly. “Exclusively. No other women for any of you.”

It was shocking how easily they accepted that too. Despite the chaos that would ensue if I ever told my family, for now, I was keeping these guys. I’d hang onto the three of them as long as they would let me.