The Santas Who Stole Me (Stolen #1)

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

GEORGIE

I wrap my arms around Zeke like a baby monkey and climb him like a tree. I should definitely be embarrassed at how much I want him. I’m not. He’s so fucking hot, and he baked with me and watched Christmas movies. With all those warm fuzzy feelings Zeke gave me, I completely forgot about Chad and every terrible thing, only remembering him. I don’t want to leave, but I wanted the choice. More than that right now, I want Calum, Keeper, and Zeke. I don’t know if they will feel the same. It feels selfish to want all three of them. My desire for them overrides my inner guilt, and I lean into Zeke.

We move through the door. I hear it slam, and I’m suddenly dropped on the couch. The three of them crowd me. Calum looks hungry, Keeper looks pleased, and Zeke looks like he wants to worship me. Fuck.

“Stay,” Zeke says.

“You choose us,” Calum adds.

“I’m not letting you leave,” Keeper tells me.

I hold my breath. This is my choice, even with Keeper’s words. They are waiting for my answer. I realize we just met, and this is completely insane. What is even more insane is that I want them all. “I want to stay. I want to choose you. I want all of you.”

Calum and Keeper have a silent conversation, then look at Zeke. I remember Keeper’s words, and I decide to be brave and ask for what I want.

“Will you do that for me? Give me all of you? Let me stay? It might not be normal, but it is what I need.”

The silence in the air is heavy, and I hold my breath.

“Tell us again,” Zeke says, hovering over my body splayed out on the couch.

“I’ll stay,” I tell Zeke.

His lips brush mine, and he curls his fingers in my hair.

Calum moves between my legs and presses a kiss inside my thigh. I can feel the heat through my jeans. He rushes to unbutton my pants, settling between my thighs.

Zeke alternates his kisses between my mouth and neck, and Calum remains at the end of the couch.

“I choose you, Calum.” At those words he palms his cock under his jeans, and I shudder at the thought of it being inside me with the others watching.

Zeke and Keeper roam their hands all over my body. Keeper kisses and sucks on my neck opposite Zeke, and I can’t help but let out a moan before I tell Keeper, “Don’t let me leave again.”

“Promise,” Keeper whispers and pulls my arm up, kissing the inside of my wrist and trailing down my arm.

Calum starts pulling at my panties, and Zeke pulls my shirt over my head. Keeper takes off my bra, and Calum uses a thumb to trace my clit. Calum pauses and spreads my legs apart. All eyes are on me as I’m laid bare in front of them.

“Taste her, brother. You won’t believe how sweet she is,” Keeper says to Calum, but his focus is on me.

Of course, he will be in charge of this too. I’m down for that. My head tips back as Calum licks me roughly in one long swipe from the top of my slit to my hole.

He pauses there, tracing the opening with his tongue before he spears it inside me. His thumb rubs slow circles on my clit, and I rock into him as he flicks in and out of me. “So sweet, cookie, I knew you would taste as sweet as you smell.” He inhales me, pressing his nose deep into the crease of my pussy lips. It’s only for a moment, and he is back to work like a man on a mission.

His mouth is so hot. I want him, but I need more. I grab for Zeke and Keeper at the same time.

Keeper lets out a low chuckle. “Needy little kitten.”

I agree, but what else should I be with all of them looking at me like I’m a five-star meal in a Michelin restaurant.

Keeper pulls off his shirt and removes his pants. Zeke is quick to do the same, and then they are both there standing in front of me. Keeper is like a goddamn GI Joe porn star, and Zeke is basically a freaking God. Zeke doesn’t have as many tattoos as Calum, but he has some I definitely want to trace with my tongue later. My gaze follows the ridges of Zeke’s abs that go down into a V, leading straight to his dick. Holy fuck, he’s bigger than Keeper. I gulp.

“Put Zeke in your mouth.”

I open my lips greedily, obeying Keeper. I want Zeke in me and to know what his cum tastes like. I want all of them.

Grabbing the back of my hair, Zeke hisses after positioning my face to the angle he wants and shoving himself inside my mouth. The expression on his face is worth every bit of him I try to inhale with a gag.

Keeper bites my neck then flicks my nipple with his tongue, fast and hard. I arch my back into him, and he closes his lips around my pebbled nipple and sucks and rubs the other with his thumb.

“She’s close,” Calum says in between fucking me with his tongue.

He’s right, I am. I meet my hips to his mouth again, trying to find a release for the warm frenzy building in my core.

“Come on my brother’s face. I want to see how quick he can lap you up.”

Calum moves a finger to my ass and puts pressure at the entrance, and his rough touch pushes me over the edge. My legs squeeze shut on his head and I briefly worry I’ll hurt him as I ride out my orgasm on his face. I pop Zeke out of my mouth with a wet sound.

Calum emerges from between my legs with a satisfied smirk before smacking my pussy and standing to his feet.

The sharpness of his hand against my swollen skin has me wet all over again. Groaning, I move to put Zeke back in my mouth, but instead he backs away. My brow arches at him, then Keeper hauls me to my feet and moves us to the chaise lounge.

I’m flipped on my stomach and laid over the end of the seat. My feet are on the floor, and the way they arranged me has me feeling like an offering. Keeper crouches behind me, his breath on my cheeks. I push my feet together to get out from under their stares, but Keeper shoves my ass cheeks apart, causing me to gasp.

“Think she’s wet enough?” Keeper’s deep voice is full of mischief and sin. He takes two fingers and swipes up my center, stopping on the tight back entrance.

My back tenses, and I start to stand, but one of them places a hand across my back, keeping me in place.

“Bad cookie; stay where we put you. No, definitely not wet enough,” Calum says like he’s inspecting me.

I can feel him to my right peering over Keeper, his eyes burning a hole in my skin.

Calum tsks before spitting right on my asshole.

God why is that so fucking hot? I rock on my feet, trying to relieve my throbbing clit against the leather.

Keeper follows his brother and adds more of his own fluid on my ass, and now spit drips down my backside to my center.

“Shit,” I cry out when my body gushes in response. Calum notices, and even though I can’t see his face, I can feel his smugness at knowing how desperate he’s made me. I hear him spit again and I can imagine he’s taking his large hand and pumping his dick, rubbing his thumb across the silver ball at the top.

He must realize I can’t wait anymore, so he positions himself, and starts pushing into my ass. He’s only inside an inch and his piercing and width sting at first. As soon as I relax, he pulls out of me. “She’s wet enough now. Ready, cookie? I’m going to make this so good for you.”

“Heck yes.” My voice is breathy and strained. Who the hell am I right now? I don’t care, I’ve never felt this good, so I’ll question myself later.

Calum keeps a hand splayed across the middle of my back and starts working to get inside me.

That same burn from before hits me, and I scream.

“She needs a distraction while I work her ass,” Calum says, his voice strained.

I know he’s forcing himself to hold back. My hair is in my face as I grip the couch. Hovering over me, Keeper rubs a thumb across my lips, and I can see how red and angry his dick is, jutting out for me. The vein on the side pulsing above my cheek. Zeke is next to him slowly stroking his length again in silence.

“How do you want your distraction, Georgie?” Keeper rubs my lips again this time with the tip of his dick. “In your mouth or?—”

“Pussy!” I shout and interrupt him.

Calum freezes, Keeper’s face lights up, and Zeke swears.

“You want us both?” Keeper asks. “Brave girl, wanting to be split in two. Well, brother, best to give her what she wants.”

I am moved so fast Keeper is able to slip right under me, line up and sink inside. The fullness is overwhelming I want to cry or scream. But the anticipation vibrating through me and how it will feel to come on both of them keeps me quiet.

“Almost there, so fucking tight.” Calum then mutters more praise about how good I feel.

Shit, he isn’t all the way in? “I can’t do this, y’all are all too big. It’s not gonna work.”

“Want me to stop?” Calum says as he stills.

“No, it feels too good.”

“Thank fuck. Relax, Georgie, almost there. Tell me if it’s too much.”

“God, this is so hot,” Zeke tells me, and I have to trust his words because his voice is stone-cold. I want to make him melt, though, so I pull on my nipple and watch him begin to pump harder, throwing his head back with another string of curses.

“I want it,” I tell them. They find a rhythm, and I am being thoroughly fucked and panting at the way they are working my body.

Keeper moves his hand to my jaw and shoves it toward Zeke. He slips a finger in my mouth and pulls my jaw down. “Suck his dick, kitten.”

Zeke looks at me like he’s not sure, but I am.

“Please, Zeke, I want to taste you again. Come down my throat.” Keeper’s fingers are still holding open my jaw, so I hope he understood my words.

And he must have because I’m met with that movie-star grin, then he slams into my face while I hollow out my cheeks for him. He moves my head in a way that works with Calum and Keeper, and I can’t believe I’m so wholly filled with all of them.

“That’s my good girl, taking all of us. She’s close,” Calum says.

“Not until I say come, kitten.” Keeper shifts his hand on my throat and I wonder if he can feel the bulge of Zeke’s dick outside my throat.

I’m not going to be able to wait until he tells me I can come.

Zeke grabs the back of my head and holds me in place with no warning while he shoots down my throat. The guys slow their pace, giving me time for him to finish, and I gaze up at Zeke swallowing him down.

When he’s completely empty, his mouth goes back to its normal slant. He pulls out and leans down to kiss me in the sweetest way. Like he didn’t just gag me with his dick. “That was incredible, Georgia.” I am starting to wonder if I am developing a praise kink because his words light me up like a Christmas tree.

“I can’t hold on much longer, Keep. Watching her swallow was hot as fuck. Good job, cookie. I’m going to make you scream. Ready?”

“Yes please,” I say when Zeke shuffles back from our kiss. I barely get the words out before Calum slams into me, over and over, and Keeper speeds up his pace too.

“You can come now,” Keeper whispers in my ear.

The gush of my release seeps out and I scream, just as Calum promised. My body spasms around them, and my skin tingles as waves of my orgasm hit.

With one final slam into me, warm cum shoots deep inside. Calum grunts while his fingers cut in my side, desperate to keep me in place as he finishes. After he’s done, he pulls out, and I immediately miss the fullness, but then Keeper reaches around and slaps my ass before roughly bouncing me up and down.

I’m so tired and my limbs feel like jelly.

“Come on, kitten. Do you see their eyes on you?” He moves my head to face Calum and Zeke, who are still semi-hard despite the cum they poured into me. “They want you to come again.”

“I don’t know.”

“You can do it for them. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you. Make me come, Keeper.” My voice isn’t a plea but a command.

He reaches around me and pushes two fingers on my clit, it’s like a button setting me off.

Damn if I don’t feel another orgasm building.

Calum’s palming his dick again while Zeke’s stare intensifies.

Having them watch me makes me feel like a sex goddess, and I bounce up and down on Keeper and grab my tits, putting on a show. Before I know it, I’m on the edge again. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck yes you are. Let me hear you say my name.” But no intelligible words come out of my mouth. Instead it’s some combination of a scream and moan of his name. I don’t recognize the voice or care about it because my body is shaking and clenching. Keeper holds me down on him and curses while he pumps his load into me.

When he slips out of me, Zeke is there and scoops me up in his arms, murmuring how good I did and how sexy that was. We make our way to Keeper’s bed and I can hardly keep my eyes open as he pushes me in the middle and wraps his arm around me.

Calum moves to the other side and Keeper heads to the bathroom and returns with a warm cloth. One of them wipes me down, and I sink back in between them and drift to sleep.