The Perfect Gift

4. Hawk

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hawk

Greg struggled against me, but with me being taller and heavier than him, the poor guy had no chance. He grunted as I shoved him down into the chair next to the bed, holding him in place as Ashton unraveled the Christmas lights.

“What are you doing?!" he yelled. “Rosie? Rosie, what the hell is going on?”

“Don’t fucking look at her,” Ash snarled, grabbing hold of his jaw and forcing his gaze on us.

We’d gone into the living room to find exactly what I’d predicted. Greg with his cock in his hand, his eyes glued to the porn I’d put on. It’d been the perfect distraction, the perfect trap.

“What are you doing?” he asked again.

"Putting you in your fucking place," I grunted, exchanging a knowing glance with Ash.

We’d known each other so long, I knew how to read him. I knew that he was just like me, hanging on by a fucking thread. We were both so hard and ready to combust. Our muscles were sore from the trek through the snow. Thanks to Rosie, though, we’d defrosted fast and were ready to bury our cocks inside her.

I could hardly wait. I’d watched the way he’d thrusted in the kitchen, knowing Rosie was on her knees for him, taking his cock over and over. Meanwhile, I’d kept Greg nice and distracted. I’d kept him compliant and right where we wanted him while his wife was taken.

She deserved to be cherished. She was an angel, with short dark hair and doe-eyes I knew would light up with lust. I couldn’t wait to watch her expression twist as we made her come.

Ashton brought a fistful of lights over to us and straddled Greg, grabbing hold of his jaw and forcing him to look up at him. His show of dominance made my stomach twist with excitement. Both of their cocks were hard, too, rocking against each other as Ash took control of him.

I was gonna bust here and now. I drew in a breath, forcing myself to hold on. The first time I came tonight was going to be in Rosie, not in my fucking pants like some boy.

The bulge in my pants grew harder as I thought about Rosie’s kiss. I’d tasted Ash on her tongue, and then tasted her on his.

Knowing we were going to fuck this man's wife and force him to watch made me unbearably turned on. My balls ached, eager to unload into every hole Rosie had. I wanted to fuck her with Ash, take turns filling her.

My imagination rippled with excitement as I slid my hand around Greg’s throat, holding his head back as Ash got to work tying him up. Greg grunted, his eyes widening as I held my hand over his mouth.

“Fucking pervert,” Ash muttered. “Watching porn while your wife is in the other room with two strangers. You’re pathetic.”

Greg groaned, rocking against the chair. He was putting up a fight, I had to give him that. He’d managed to land a punch on Ash before we’d put him between us and dragged him to the bedroom.

Rosie let out a soft gasp. “Don’t hurt him.”

My gaze flickered up to her.

She still had her fingers on her clit, rubbing quick circles. Her flesh glistened, her chest rising and falling with pants. The outlines of her hard nipples were apparent through her dress.

Our perfect little deviant. I knew watching us take control of her husband turned her on. That much was clear.

Ashton finished wrapping the Christmas lights around Greg and then pulled out a roll of duct tape, binding his wrists and ankles to the chair for extra bondage. He rocked his body angrily, his muffled yells growing louder.

I removed my hand with a chuckle. My fingers slid through his peppered hair and I gripped hard, drawing a gasp from him.

"Shut the fuck up, you cuck," I said. "Shut up or we'll make everything worse. You don’t want that, do you? Look at your wife.”

He fell silent, his chest rising and falling with panicked breaths. His gaze landed on Rosie, his nostrils flaring with fear.

Ashton shook his head in amusement and then plugged the end of the lights into the wall.

Greg lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Wow," Ash chuckled. "Maybe I’m in the holiday spirit after all."

My cock grew harder, begging for a turn with little Rosie. Now that Greg was out of the way and tied down, Ash and I could have some fun.

“Rosie, what are you doing?” Greg rasped.

“She’s touching herself. What does it look like, fucker?” Ash snapped. “She’s touching her clit. Do you know what that is, Greg? Do you know how to find the clit? No, I doubt you do.”

He glowered at Ash. “Fuck you. I let you in from the cold, and?—”

I leaned over and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up?”

He paled. “But… but…”

I shushed him, pressing my pointer finger against his lips. “Quiet, or I’ll fuck you and then your wife.”

Eyes wide, he went silent. I released his jaw, smirking at the lights wrapped around his body, lighting him up in a splash of red, yellow, and green.

“Such a festive little fucker,” Ash said.

“He is. Ash, my balls fucking hurt. I need her.”

He nodded, our starved attention turning to Rosie.

“Look at her,” I murmured. “Still so fucking wet for us.”

Ash scoffed. “Horrible. Her husband is right here, looking at her. Watching us.”

She whimpered. “Please. I’m so close.”

“ Rosie ,” Greg gasped.

“You promised,” she hissed at him. “You promised me you’d fuck me. And you haven’t even kissed me since we got to the cabin. Three days, Greg. Three days!”

I snorted, giving the guy a pat on the shoulder before getting onto the bed. Ash grabbed the back of the chair and dragged him across the floor, positioning Greg at the end where he’d have the perfect view of us breeding his wife.

“Three days,” I purred. “Poor little Rosie. Touch-starved and lonely.”

I unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled it through the loops, enjoying the way her eager hands ran up my bulky thighs.

“Take my cock out,” I told her. “Show your husband how eager you are to be properly fucked.”

“No,” she moaned, suddenly pushing against me. “No, I changed my mind.”

She rolled to the side and got off the bed quickly, running from us. Ashton caught Rosie before she could escape us, his muscled arms wrapping around her as she kicked and screamed.

“You bastard,” she yelled.

“You fucking promised,” Ash snarled, throwing her back onto the bed.

I grabbed hold of her wrists, wrestling them above her head. “You said we could do whatever we want,” I growled. “Remember, Rosie?”

A flicker of excitement tugged her lips before she went back to protesting. I glanced up at Ash, both of us getting the memo. For a moment, I was nearly pulled out of what we were doing, wondering if we were going too far.

Ash shook his head. “Stay in,” he said. Stay in the moment.

Between the two of us, he was far more dominant, and he slipped into control.

He leaned down, murmuring something in her ear that I didn’t quite hear. She went still, her eyes widening as she nodded.

“Yes,” she murmured. “We agreed.”

He nodded and then gave her cheek a light slap, her voice pitching as she started to struggle again. I clamped my grip on her harder, my cock throbbing with need.

Our force was turning her on. What we were doing to her was wrong, but she wanted it. Her thighs squeezed together as a yelp rolled into a moan. She gasped as I pinned her down beneath my muscled body, my hand closing around her jaw.

"Poor little Rosie," I purred. "Look at your husband. Look at him.”

I moved her face, turning her head towards where Greg sat. His eyes widened. He started to say something, but my glare silenced him.

"He can't help you," I said. "He was too weak to fight us off. Can't even protect his wife."

The shock and terror on Greg's face stroked something deep inside me. I grinned, knowing I’d hit a nerve.

Ash forced Rosie’s thighs apart. “He’s fucking pathetic. Brought you here for a Christmas vacation and wouldn’t even kiss you? Wouldn’t even touch you? What a bastard. And now, here you are with two strangers. Strangers that’ll make you feel better than he ever could.”

Rosie sucked in a breath, her gaze landing on Greg’s bulge. Yeah, the fucker was hard watching us manhandle her. I couldn’t blame him. I was hard as a fucking stone knowing I was going to fill her up.

“You bastard," Rosie growled. "This is turning you on, isn’t it?”

"Of course it is," Ashton said. "Look at how fucking pathetic he is. He's not the right man for you. He knows you deserve someone better to fill this little fuck hole."

"No," she protested. "I don't want either of you."

“You’ve already had me this evening once," Ashton snorted. "And gladly. You sucked my cock behind the counter, knowing your husband could have seen us, and it made you so wet, didn't it? Naughty, naughty girl."

Greg's erection grew harder. Rosie shot him a dirty look, glowering at him. "Fuck you, Greg."

I grinned. She was so sassy. Ferocious. She wanted him to be jealous. She wanted him to know that we were going to satisfy her in ways he couldn't.

“Ashton’s cum is already in you, angel,” I said. “You know we got more for you. Are you going to keep putting up a fight or are we going to get you nice and compliant? It doesn’t matter to us.”

“He’s right. Either way, we’re fucking you,” Ash chimed.

She shoved at me, but it was no use. I raked my pants down, finally freeing my cock. She froze, her eyes widening.

“Oh god,” she rasped. “You’re even bigger than Ash.”

“I am,” I said.

"Look at that," Ash said, glancing up at Greg. "She knows what she's going to get. Have you been in need of some real cock?"

She sank her teeth into her crimson lips. She was fighting her desires, fighting us. But I knew she’d give in. “We know you want this,” I said, rocking my hips.

Ashton leaned back on his haunches, ripping off his button down shirt. Each of us took a moment to absorb the raw sexuality of his body. The muscles that were honed from chopping wood and working in the forests, the jagged scars here and there that ridged his tan skin. Blond hair spread over his massive chest, slightly darker than his head.

I licked my lips, thinking about how fucking good it’d feel once we were both inside our girl.

A knife flashed out of the corner of my eye. Greg yelled as Ashton flashed the jagged metal, holding the blade to Rosie’s breasts. She squealed as he grabbed a fistful of her dress and cut through it, ripping it off her body.

It was like opening up a present. I grunted, pre-cum dripping from my cock as her breaths quickened. Goosebumps erupted over her skin. I let out a soft chuckle as I ran my knuckles over her, circling her hard nipples through the lace bra she wore. Her breasts were fucking perfect, and the lace showcased them in a way that would be seared into my mind forever.

Rosie in lace was a gift to us all.

"My god," I grunted. "You really are the perfect fucking gift. Look at how good these tits are."

"They're fucking gorgeous," Ash said. "I can't wait to fuck them."

Being spoken about that way sent a bolt of lust through her. She looked up at Greg again, glaring at him as I leaned down, closing my lips around one of her nipples through the black lace. She whimpered, rolling her hips as I teased her, sucking them, treasuring them.

“God, look at our thirsty little whore,” Ash murmured. “I wonder if she’s a squirter.”

I paused in my sucking. “I bet she is.”

“I bet she is too. You going to keep sucking her, or are you going to get your cock wet?”

“Cut this fucking lingerie off,” I said.

I grabbed hold of her arms and dragged her to sitting. My pants bunched around my knees, the head of my cock slapping her cheek as I sat her up between us.

Ash used the knife to cut away her bra. She gasped as her breasts were freed, her dusky pink nipples perking up against the cool air. The fabric fell away as he carefully dragged the tip of the knife down her stomach, careful not to cut her.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I mean, no . I hate this. I hate both of you.”

“Show me how much you hate us and open your mouth for his cock,” Ash commanded.

“Be a good girl,” I demanded. “Open up, Rosie. One way or another, I’m fucking your pretty mouth, angel.”

“Angel, huh?” Ash asked, raising a brow at me.

“I mean…” I trailed off, my words evaporating as she closed her lips around the head of my cock.

My head tipped back, a long groan leaving me as hot pleasure wrapped around me. Fucking hell. I was already so goddamn close to coming. I knotted my fingers in her dark hair, enjoying her whimpers as Ash cut her panties away.

Ash stood up, going over to Greg. “Look at your wife,” he said, holding the knife to his cheek.

I grunted, thrusting hard into her mouth. She closed her hand around the base of my cock, stroking me as she sucked.

“Touch yourself with your other hand,” I said.

She obeyed immediately, circling her clit as she worked my cock.

“Good girl,” I huffed. “ Fuck .”

Ash tossed the knife to the floor, ripped any remains of her lingerie away, and then knelt on the other side of her. He unbuttoned his pants, yanking them down to expose his cock.

And Greg watched us with hungry eyes, his chest rising and falling with heaving breaths as we turned him into a cuckold husband.