Melt For Us(Holiday Masked Men #2)(12)

“Look at us, your little pets, sitting at your feet,” he says. “Use me, Quinn. Use all of us. With you, we have no boundaries.”

“Good boys,” I praise, running my fingers through Micah’s hair, still damp from our shower. “Now, stand.”

He obeys.

As soon as Damien and Jensen begin to stand, I firmly grip their shoulders, pushing them back down. “No,” I scold, clicking my tongue. “Just Micah.”

He towers over my small frame, staring submissively into my eyes.

Skimming the hem of his jeans with my fingertips, I give them a small tug. “I want these off,” I say, confidence bursting through me. “Now.”

Within seconds, he pulls them down, stepping out from them before kicking them off to the side. The large bulge of his erection twitches with anticipation beneath his boxers.

Rubbing his cock over the thin material, I eagerly grin. “These, too.”

He pulls them down, slowly, and his cock springs free. The room is so quiet; all you can hear is the crackling wood in the fireplace. Micah waits patiently for his next instruction. I never expected them to give me so much power. To submit to me.

It goes straight to my head as I take full control.

“On the couch,” I order.

He obeys.

“Touch yourself.”

Wrapping his tattooed fingers around his shaft, he slowly strokes himself from tip to base, cupping his balls with his other hand. A quiet moan catches in his throat as he watches me strip off my clothes.

“Good,” I murmur, leaning onto the couch, and straddling his waist. “You’re my toy. I’ll do what I want with you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, baby,” he impatiently whispers, firmly gripping my thighs.

Positioning the tip of his cock at my entrance, I slowly lower myself onto him, accepting him inch by inch. Locking my fingers around his wrists, I lift his arms, pinning them to the couch. Rolling my hips, and grinding my clit against his pelvis, I ride him with an urgency.

As if my life depends on it.

Entirely lost in the moment, my mind wanders, and time passes by. Flashbacks of Micah and Jensen together earlier this morning replays in my head, again and again. My pussy clenches tighter around him. My inner thighs are completely drenched with my juices as I bounce onto him with force, my ass smacking against his bare thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” he roars, his hands turning into tight fists.

“Damien,” I call out, breathlessly, gesturing with a nod to the spot beside us. “Get over here.”

He quickly makes his way to the couch, sitting beside us in silence, his mouth agape as he watches.

“I’m so wet,” I whine, throwing back my head in ecstasy, and crying out to them.

“Oh, fuck,” Jensen groans from behind me.

“Do you know why?” I question, coming down harder, digging my nails into his wrists.

“Why, baby?” he hisses, locking his eyes with mine.

“I can’t stop thinking about earlier,” I moan, the friction from my clit rubbing against his pelvis throwing me closer to the edge. “You and Jensen,” I add in. “It was so fucking hot, Micah. Knowing he was fucking you like that.”

“You liked that?” he purrs, bucking his hips from the couch, matching my movements.

“Oh, God, yes,” I helplessly cry, coming hard, sitting back on him as he stretches me wide. “I loved it.”

“Tell us what you want,” he breathes, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. His biceps flex, and his body tenses. “Tell us.”

“Again,” I demand. “This time, I want to watch.”

Climbing off his lap, Damien pulls me onto his waist, wasting no time in lowering me onto his long, thick cock next. From the way he was fucking himself with his hand as he watched the feral sight of me, I know he’s ready to explode.

Micah rushes to his feet, shoving Jensen onto the couch. Kneeling beside us, he braces the edge of the backrest, as Micah spits on his cock, even though it’s already coated with my cum. He thrusts forward, slow at first, before pounding into him savagely.

My heart is hammering as I watch. My body is drenched with sweat. My toes begin to curl, and my eyes roll into the back of my head, as wave after wave of another intense orgasm bursts through me.

Damien grips my hips, bruising my delicate flesh, and slams me down forcefully. Over, and over, and over again.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” he bites out, bringing me down faster. “You’re going to make me come so fucking hard, baby.”

“Come for me, daddy.”

“Fuck.”

Spilling himself inside of me in long spurts, he sneaks his arm around my back, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.

“Ours,” he breathes against me.





CHAPTER 7





“I thought we said no gifts?” I question.

Jensen laughs, gesturing to a large box under the tree with candy cane wrapping paper. “No, you said that, not us.”

“But I didn’t get you guys anything—”

“You’ve already given us something,” Micah objects.

Sheepishly grinning, I shake my head in disbelief. “What did I give you?”

“You,” Damien states, as a blush settles on my cheeks. “You gave us you.”