All She Wants 4 Christmas (3 page)

All too soon she floated back to
earth. Dane licked her clit, sending a tiny tremor up her spine.
Monica moaned, then opened her eyes. At the same moment, Bob and
Dick lifted their gazes and faced her.

"Someone was a very bad girl," Dick
said with a sly grin.

"Very bad, indeed." This time, it
was Dane. Monica looked down at her fiancé.

"I couldn't stop it." She shook her
head again. "It was too much. Too good."

"Well then, I believe a little
discipline is called for here," Bob interjected.

"What?" Monica glanced his
way.

"Maybe it will help you to
remember. Next time, when you're told not to come"—Bob brushed a
lock of her auburn hair from her eyes—"you'll obey."

"Discipline?" Monica started to sit
up, but grunted as her bindings took her back to the mattress. She
wasn't going anywhere.

"Untie her, you guys," Dane
instructed, still between her legs. "I'm sure her arms are getting
numb by now, anyway."

Bob and Dick loosened the buckles on the
leather cuffs. Monica slid free and rubbed her wrists, working the
tingles out of her flesh. She shook her hands, then pushed up into
a sitting position.

Dick moved from her side and headed
toward the wall of various BDSM paraphernalia. He reached up and
selected a large wooden paddle. Monica swung her head toward
Dane.

"You wouldn't." Her voice dropped
low in challenge.

One dark brow lifted, and he
grinned. "Oh, wouldn't I?" Dane climbed off the bed, met Dick on
the other side, and lifted the wood from his hand. "Besides"—he
turned in her direction—"this is your fantasy, and I know you're
loving every minute of it." He sauntered back to the bed, his thick
cock flushed and hard, the crown glistening with precum. Monica
licked her lips, remembering the salty-sweet taste of his
essence.

"By the look of that hard-on,
you're enjoying yourself as well."

Dane fisted his shaft. "That I am,
love." He slid his palm from root to tip. "Now turn over and show
me that pretty ass of yours."

"Danny?" Monica stared. "You really
mean to spank me?"

He reared back and allowed the
paddle to strike his palm with a loud whack.

Wow.
Her stomach fluttered, but not from fear, she realized. It was
from the twinge of excitement.
Where has
this side of him been hiding for the last four
years?

Monica eased over onto all fours,
then turned her bottom toward him. Her blood literally hummed in
her veins. She was so exposed—so vulnerable. Monica parted her lips
and pulled in a deep, steadying breath. But she trusted Dane. Yeah,
she did. More than she'd ever comprehended.

On the other side of the bed, Bob and Dick
appeared in her line of vision. Both rigid cocks at eye level,
arching toward their abdomens. Damn, what a sight.

"We're going to need a safe word,
Layla, before Danny begins."

"Safe word— Right." Monica closed
her eyes, her mind scrambling for the proper word. Then it came to
her. Something she'd originally thought would have been part of her
evening. Shit, had she ever been way off base. "Okay, how about
mistletoe?"

"Mistletoe it is," Dane chimed in
from behind her; and his wide palm smoothed over her ass. Monica
leaned into it, reveling in the possessive feel of his
touch.

Smack!
The loud crack of the paddle met her ears first, followed by a
hot sting blooming over her ass cheek and radiating through her
pussy. A wave of heat raced up her neck and into her
face.

"Oh God!" She gasped.

Smack!
Another whack, followed by another, alternated from one side
to her other. Monica dug her nails into the bed linens. Christ, it
hurt. But damn, something about the fire—the submission, the shift
in control—had her juices flowing again.

Movement in front of her
caught Monica's eye. She lifted her chin and found Bob on his knees
with Dick's cock down his throat.
Fuck!
Bob's flushed throat worked
around the other man's thick girth. Dick's head had fallen back
between his shoulders, his eyes closed, lips
parted.

"See what your lack of control cost
you, sweetness," Dick stated in a matter-of-fact tone, as if
somehow he knew she watched. He opened his eyes and rolled his head
forward, locking his gaze to hers. Another smack on her ass had
tears welling, blurring her vision, and her pussy aching to be
filled. "My cock could have been down your throat right now. But
instead"—Dick looked down and grasped the other man's head, driving
his shaft deeper—"Bob is on his knees receiving the pleasure that
would have been yours."

Monica's pussy clenched under the
mental image he'd inspired.

"Fuck!" Dane cried out from
behind her. "Need you—" A
thump
resonated in the room as the paddle struck the
floor; then the head of Dane's cock pushed inside
her.

"Yes. Oh God, yes!" Monica pressed
back, opening herself to her lover. "Fuck me." Her cheeks were on
fire, her pussy burning up, dying to be filled. Dane gripped her
shoulders and pulled her against his chest. His cock sank farther
into her core, igniting every nerve in its path. "So good," she
groaned.

"Wait. Like this." Dane eased from
her, turned her around, then lowered himself across the bed. "Ride
me."

Monica straddled his hips, reached
between her legs, and guided his broad shaft to her opening.
"Danny—" she whimpered, sinking onto his erection. She leaned
forward and took his lips right before his hips pulsed up,
shuttling his cock balls-deep. "Yes," she mumbled into his mouth.
"Do it, baby."

She straightened, unable to resist
matching every hard thrust with her own downward lunge. Bob
continued to work Dick's shaft, the erotic view making her mouth
water. "Please," she found herself uttering. Dick looked her way.
"I promise to be good."

He reached down and pulled
Bob from the floor, his cock leaving the other man's lips with
a
pop
. Dick closed
the distance between him and her. "Are you ready for all of us,
Layla?" Dick circled his fist around his damp cock and pumped the
shaft in lazy strokes. Slick fingers caressed the line between her
ass cheeks, startling her. At some point, Bob had moved in behind
her, and she'd missed the trip. The rustle of foil told her he was
sliding a condom over his erection.

Before Monica had even realized
she'd come to the conclusion, the words were out of her mouth.
"Yes. All of you."

The bed dipped, and the
warmth of Bob's chest pressed into her back. With his palm, he
pushed her forward, closer to Dane. Monica's gaze fell to the man
beneath her. Dane smiled, and his lips parted.
I love you
, he mouthed and flexed his
hips, continuing to stroke the sensitive tissues inside. Her heart
swelled with the sudden onslaught of emotion.

"I love you too," she whispered and
lowered her head, claiming him with a kiss. Determined to show him
tonight how much his willingness to give—to grow and change with
her—meant.

The probing at her rear pulled her
back to the present. Monica inhaled deeply, and Bob's lubed finger
slipped inside. In and out, he worked the digit.

"Relax, sweetness," he urged, his
tone soft and reassuring.

"Look at me," Dick commanded from
in front.

Monica's head popped up at the
demand in his tone. He placed one leg on either side of Dane's
head, which partially hung off the edge of the mattress.

"Open."

She obeyed, stretched her neck
forward, braced her hands on either side of Dane, and licked the
damp crown of Dick's shaft.

"Good girl," he uttered with a
sigh.

A second finger slid into her ass,
taking her wider. Monica moaned at the burn and then wrapped her
lips around the tip of Dick's cock and sucked. A loud hiss of
approval met her ears. Bob's digits left her bottom, allowing Dane
to pick up his pace once more. He pistoned into her, each stroke
tapping his balls against her bottom.

"Layla—" her fiancé groaned. "Let's
do this. So fucking good, baby. I'm not going to last." She could
only imagine the graphic images playing out before his eyes.
Testing his restraint. Her blowing one man while another prepared
to fuck her right along with him.

The large head of Bob's cock
pressed at her tight ring. Monica hummed around the shaft in her
mouth and bore down into the invasion. Dane stilled, his breathing
ragged.

Oh God, the burn.

Both cocks fighting for position—for room. She
jerked her head back and cried out. Bob froze.

"Layla?" Dane cupped her face.
"Open your eyes!"

Monica dragged her eyelids apart. Dick had
stepped back, his hand continuing to work the length of his
cock.

"Layla?" Monica glanced below, and
Dane captured her gaze. "Answer me. Use the safe word if you're
done here."

The room swayed.

Too much.

The pressure. The sensations.

But dammit, she didn't want to
stop, not when she was so close. "No," she breathed. "Want it all.
Do it."

Bob advanced, and her breath
hitched.
So full.
She groaned. Dick tapped her cheek with his crown, and Monica
turned toward his shaft and took him back inside her mouth. Bob
surged forward again, this time seating himself to the hilt. Monica
whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. She'd never been so
completely filled in her life.

She swayed on her knees—on the
rigid cocks stuffed in every orifice. It was as if her body were no
longer her own, a mindless slave to the erotic sensations consuming
her. Dane's hips thrust up as Bob retreated, and Dick shifted
forward into her mouth.

Up, back, and forward.

Over and over. The foursome slipped into a
perfect rhythm.

She had no idea how long they fucked. Time no
longer mattered, only the exquisite pleasure below that was
spiraling out of control. Monica gasped around the shaft in her
mouth and yanked away.

"Please—" she moaned. "Can I come
now?" She dropped her gaze to Dane's flushed face. Sweat beaded his
forehead and trailed down his cheeks.

"Fuck, yes," he growled. "Come for
me, love." Dane's hips slammed into hers.

She ground her pelvis onto his
cock; then Bob surged forward, stretching her even more. Her nerve
endings sparked, tearing a cry from her throat, and her back
arched. The world around her winked as an avalanche of pleasure,
radiating from below, swamped her. Her body convulsed, then
collapsed onto her fiancé's chest. Wave after wave of ecstasy
rolled up her spine.

Moments later, Monica's fogged mind
detected Dane's familiar hoarse grunt. His body stiffened, and a
rush of hot seed filled her pussy.

Bob wasn't far behind. He pistoned
into her rear twice more, then with a curse, buried his shaft deep
and unloaded into his condom.

"My turn, sweetness." Dick's deep
voice pulled her back from the haze.

Monica pushed up, opened wide, and
tilted her head. Dick slid his cock to the back of her throat. She
swallowed around the engorged crown, fighting the urge to gag. He
dug his fingers into her hair, holding her in place as he proceeded
to fuck her mouth. Monica pulled air in through her nose with each
retreat, reveling in her ability to submit. To completely let go
and allow someone else to take charge. Take her to the edge.
Adrenaline filled her veins, and her pulse raced, pounding in her
ears.

Dick roared, and his cock pulsed,
jetting cum into her mouth. She gulped around the shaft, wanting it
all. Wanting to please him. His pace slowed, and he released her
hair. Gently he worked his length back and forth along her tongue,
leaving behind the last drops of his seed. Monica lapped at the
salty pearls and twirled her tongue around the rim of his
crown.

"Very good, sweetness." Dick palmed
her nape as he slid free. "Very nice, indeed." He bent down and
placed a light kiss to her lips, then licked the last traces of his
release away. "Thank you, Layla," he whispered and straightened.
"You were beautiful."

Monica smiled and shifted off Dane
before easing onto the mattress and into her fiancé's waiting arms.
Then Bob was beside her, kissing her, thanking her and Dane for his
lovely Christmas Eve. She should have said something in return, but
her brain was too numb to form any words, her eyes too tired to
stay open.

Dane moved from the bed, but
exhaustion stayed her complaint. The warm feel of a washcloth soon
bathed the insides of her thighs, between her folds. Monica peeked
from under her eyelids and glimpsed the sexy man she loved taking
care of her. How had she got so lucky?

Mumbled voices followed by the distant click of
a door were the last things she remembered.