Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(35)

Alec reaches out, pinching my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. “So hungry for us.”

I arch my back, drawing my knees up, letting them sway back and forth lazily.

Jace runs his hand down my thigh, pushing two fingers inside me, making me gasp as he fucks me slowly. My knees fall open as he speaks.

“Fuck. She’s velvet.”

But it’s Reed who leans down, taking my mouth, kissing me. His tongue swirls where his dick just was before he pulls away and returns for a peck, then speaks his words onto my lips.

“I knew you’d be perfect for us.”

I grip the sheets, feeling completely owned by Jace’s fingers, circling inside in slow, leisurely taunts, dragging out and back in to start again.

“Jesus.”

“No. Jace.” Reed smirks before grabbing my tit, massaging it as he stares down.

My body writhes as I look up to find Alec’s eyes. But he’s staring at my pussy. Biting his bottom lip, he walks to the other side of the bed, drawn in by the smell of my desire and the soft sounds of my wetness. My feet slide down the bed, thighs closing around Jace’s hands as Reed brushes the head of his dick over my lips again, pulling back only when I open, trying to suck.

“No, baby. We’ve got better plans.”

My eyes close as I rush out, “Fuck. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Because Jace is finger-fucking me deliciously without mercy, using his thumb to rub my clit, creating the friction I’m craving. My ass squeezes, rocking my pelvis, and my hand reaches to explore Reed’s body.

“Fuck me,” I say, wrapped around mewls and heavy breaths.

But nobody speaks. They keep teasing me, kneading my breasts and legs as Jace pushes in over and over relentlessly.

My orgasm builds more and more, the craving climbing higher inside my body.

“That’s it, baby,” Jace whispers. “Give yourself to us. We’re gonna fuck you so damn good.”

Reed growls, running his palm right between my cleavage before leaning down and sucking on my hard nipple.

“I’m going to do filthy fucking things to your body, sunshine.”

My breaths get shorter, and my body races toward the finish line. As Reed pulls away, I arch my back off the bed, enjoying the roughness of his hand dragging back over my breasts.

“Open your legs, Samantha,” Alec barks. “Now.”

He grips the inside of my knee to hike it up. But I’m fucking lost. Eyes closed, barely hearing voices because I’m an explosive ball of sensation, teetering on the heavenly edge of my orgasm.

Until Jace pulls his fingers out of me, and a sharp sting ignites my clit. All the air in the room is sucked into my lungs as my eyes pop open.

Cole.

Our eyes lock, his jaw tense. He’s standing in front of me like a fucking god. Chiseled and deadly fucking sexual. His head tilts, those dark eyes burning right through me.

“This is mine now.”

His two fingers spread me open before he spits directly on my fucking clit.

“Alec said open your legs.”

I jerk them open obediently, Alec gripping my thigh as he switches places with Cole.

“Your pussy’s so fucking perfect—” comes out of his mouth, strained and guttural as the men surround me.

But my eyes are fixated, locked on Alec’s hard cock strangled in his hand, watching him fuck himself harder and rougher, leaning over my pussy.

“Mark her,” Cole growls.

Reed leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth before kissing up the swell of my breast to suck on my skin. Jace runs his hand up and down my leg, lifting it to bite gently into my calf. And Cole…he just smirks because he’s marking me in ways they can’t.

I’ve never felt like this. I’m falling apart and never want to be put back together.

Cole’s hand slips under my ass, lifting my hips closer to Alec’s cock, making me whimper and beg.

“Tell him what you want,” Jace whispers, licking down my leg.

“Come on me. Come on my pussy,” I pant.

“Fuck,” Alec groans. “Yes, Samantha.”

Warm cum covers my throbbing clit, hitting in spurts, spreading and covering my begging cunt.

My head falls back, fingers diving into his orgasm, rubbing and chasing my release. No part of me is left untouched. Lips, hands, and hard cocks rub over my flesh.

“I’m coming… Oh my god. I’m—”

My body hits a crescendo with my breath held. But two whispered words push me right over the edge, leaving me screaming, “Yes.”

Good. Girl.





fifteen





“I’m pretty sure I’ll get pink eye from this shit.”





Flashes of last night start firing in my head as I begin to open my eyes. Dirty pictures play like a highlight reel, making my body stir.

Oh my god.

I had a five-some. I HAD A FIVE-SOME. A dirty encounter that requires a cigarette at the end. Regardless of if you smoke or not. Because I got worked over by my hot bosses in a Gomorrahesque scene where they spread me open and…

Dear lord baby Jesus, I’m sorry. Because what Alec did might be the only reason for the season right now.

I squeeze my eyes closed harder, wiggling in place.