Klaus chuckles softly against my lips and shakes his head. “Oh, that stocking will be stuffed full by the night’s end, I promise you, but what I really want is for you to sit on my face. I can smell you, how wet and ready you are after Daddy and my little brother fucked your pretty little face. I want a taste of that pussy.”
“Hello? Earth to Noelle,” Klaus’s voice breaks the haze of memories.
When my gaze refocuses, I find his chest now on full display. No matter how many times I’ve seen this man in all his glory,it never gets old. He’s well-built without overdoing it, and the tattoo spanning one side of chest and down the length of his arm is the perfect accentuation.
He smirks as I continue appreciating all the hard lines of body and winds the lights around my neck. Much like last year, they’re loose enough to breathe, but tight enough those bulb-shaped indents will show loud and proud after the fact. My throat bobs against them, a weak protest hot on my tongue that never comes to be.
“What ever will we do with her?” Nick chimes in behind us.
Nothing, my subconscious screams. Get out of here while you still can! Don’t let them trap you! Remember your resolution!
But I can’t, because my resolution went up in flames the second I left Alma by that buffet.
“She’s been in that dress too long,” Klaus muses, the heat of his gaze trailing down the length of my body. “Strip her and restrain her while you’re at it.”
Nick hums in appreciation and sets a kiss to the curve of my neck, deft fingers undoing the zipper in tandem. The dress pools at my feet, and no sooner do I blink before both my bra and panties join it, leaving me bare to their hungered stares. Klaus soaks me up for a beat or two, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips as Nick uses another set of lights to secure my arms behind my back.
Just like they did last year.
My subconscious tries breaking through again, warning me I’m making a huge mistake, but watching Klaus hand Nick the leash and retreat, his broad, muscled back rippling as he moves, is enough to drown out anything and everything else. It’s too late to back out now, anyway. I’m naked, trussed up, tipsy as fuck, and honestly? An orgasm provided by the men I love feels like a great way to end the year.
Even if it completely negates my resolution…
When Klaus returns, the first thing I note is the champagne bottle in his hand. The immediate second? How he doesn’t stop in front of me, stalking us backward like a predator on the hunt. With each precise step forward, Nick and I take at least two back until suddenly, I feel Nick collapse behind me and my body free-falling along with him. I land in his lap, and judging by the look on Klaus’s face, that’s exactly what he wanted.
“Spread her open,Dad,”he growls, louder still when the man behind me obliges to his command and hooks his arms beneath my thighs, pulling me wide open.
My entire body vibrates under his scrutiny. It’s not that I’m exposed. It’s how desire runs rampant through my veins.
A “don’t move” follows, the words a lust-laden hiss in my ear as Nick releases one of my legs and reclaims control of the makeshift leash, winding it around his hand.
SEVEN
With our gazes intertwined,he takes a long swig from the champagne bottle, his throat bobbing with each swallow. Another follows, and a third, and then, “Open your mouth.”
I do without hesitation, rolling my tongue out like the red carpet and all.
Klaus smirks and bends down to eye level. He looks at me, then Nick, a silent exchange passing between them before he goes for another swig. I’m momentarily confused…until he takes hold of my jaw and carefully drips the champagne from his mouth to my own.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
I’ve never been a ‘spit in my mouth’ kind of girl but this… Yeah, this works for me. Him pouring too much from the bottle and licking the overflow clean works for me, too.
“Oops,” he coos, laying the flat of his tongue against my chest. “Did I do that?”
Before I can manage even a nod, he does it again, only this time, he’s not pouring the bubbly into my mouth. No, he’s spilling it directly on me and lapping it up in double time.
Down my jaw.
My neck.
My chest.
He stops briefly at the valley of my breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking while he tweaks the other. My body bucks slightly as he switches and repeats the process, teething tugging it free before he continues on with his descent.
Every lick closer to the heated space between my thighs leaves me shivering in anticipation. I’m a literal panting mess by the time he spreads my lips between two fingers and releases a stream of champagne onto my clit.
“Oh, my God,” I moan, my head curling against Nick’s shoulder as the sensation takes over.
