While I rocked my hips, Sir’s thick cock lodged deep inside my pussy, Master moved behind me. I knew what they were going to do and I welcomed it. I wanted to feel them both at the same time. Especially like this. They weren’t in a rush, didn’t seem to be desperate to make me lose my mind. We were simply three people existing in that moment.
Several minutes later, Master’s cock was tunneling deep inside my ass. I groaned as the pain lanced me. They were patient, taking their time as they filled me to capacity.
My heart squeezed in my chest. There was something different about them tonight. This wasn’t merely domination and submission. This was…more.
“Sit up,” Sir instructed, urging my chest off of his.
I couldn’t move far because I was sandwiched between them, but I did as he requested.
“Put your hands behind your back, pet,” Master commanded.
He then took my wrists in his hand and held me there, effectively restraining me with my arms behind me.
Sir cupped my breasts in his big hands, holding me up as they began to thrust into me, picking up their speed, rocking me between them.
I moaned in earnest, loving the way they handled me.
“You’re beautiful, Luci,” Sir whispered, his eyes locked with mine.
Master’s lips pressed against my neck. “So fucking beautiful,” he echoed.
And then they were fucking me, driving in deep, retreating. They had a rhythm of their own and it was perfect. As though the three of us were made for each other. It didn’t take long before they detonated my orgasm, sending me flying higher and higher as they continued to impale me over and over.
“Another,” Sir insisted. “Come for us again.”
I was so lost in the sensation, I didn’t think it was possible, but they didn’t let up. I was inherently aware of the way Master gripped my wrists tightly, pulling me closer to him as he slammed into my ass, while Sir firmly kneaded my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples.
“Come for us,” Master growled. “Right now.”
As though they had a finger on the button, another orgasm rocketed through me, making the hair on my body stand on end. It was exquisitely brutal, slamming through me at the same time they both stilled. Our combined grunts and groans echoed in the space as they came with me, filling me at the same time.
As I drifted off to sleep a short time later, wrapped securely in their arms, I knew without a doubt that I was falling in love with these two men.
Sure, I was probably a glutton for punishment, because I knew that my love was not what they were seeking, but it didn’t matter.
It was no longer my choice.
I was giving it to them freely.
Expecting nothing in return.
Seven
THE NEXT DAY, I WOKE up in the arms of the two men I’d fallen asleep with.
I was surprised to find them still in bed, but I was thankful all the same. While they slept, I watched them, admiring their beauty and the peace they obviously found in sleep.
They must’ve sensed me watching, because it wasn’t long before they were both awake, using their fingers to drive me right over the edge as a form of punishment for waking before they did. If that was how they were going to handle things, I vowed to always wake up before them.
The rest of the day was spent outside. Master took me for a walk on the beach after lunch. Then Sir spent a couple of hours with me down by the water. I enjoyed spending time with them separately, knowing that the other was nearby. And surprisingly, it hadn’t been awkward having their parents there with us. In fact, Melanie and I spent plenty of time chatting.
All in all, it was one of the best Christmas Eves I could remember having.
Later that evening, I ended up stuffing myself full of a traditional Christmas dinner complete with turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, and even pecan pie. Whoever was responsible for the meal had done a fabulous job. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such fantastic food on any given holiday. Like I’d said, my mother wasn’t into the festivities, but this helped to make it feel more like a holiday for me.
After dinner, Melanie and I were dismissed to the living room, where she regaled me with tales of her boys when they were younger. She mentioned that Master had always been the more serious one, taking after his father. And Sir was very similar to her in regard to their sense of humor.
It was interesting because I saw so much of both Master and Sir in their parents. They were a perfect blend of both. And despite the fact that I’d been ridiculously nervous, the weekend had turned out to be much better than I’d thought it would. Then again, that was partially due to the fact that I got to spend so much time feeling as though I had a family. No, I wasn’t getting too wrapped up in it, being mindful of the fact that it was only temporary, but I did allow myself time to enjoy.
