“Maybe this was a mistake,” Candy says, going to put the items back in the box.
“No. What about all that ‘if you kiss me, you’re mine’ talk only a few minutes ago? I reacted poorly. I take it back,” I say.
Candy bites her lip, and clearly I’ve hit a sore spot with the gift or her friendship with Gloom. Of course I’m not a prude, I’ve been around for, well, forever. It’s just been a long while, and the idea of another man gifting her these things made me uncomfortable.
“I won’t hurt Gloom. He’s your friend, I understand that. It was just a shock. I’m not judging you,” I reiterate, trying to explain my feelings.
“Perhaps he could prove it to you, sweetheart. We both could,” Krampus says, mischief written all over his pretty boy face.
“Oh?” Some of Candy’s embarrassment slips away.
“I’ll do whatever it takes,” I reply.
“Whatever it takes?” Candy says with a wicked smile.
I swallow thickly and nod.
“Christmas tree or Christmas bulb?” Candy says. Krampus laughs behind her, clapping his hands. “Whichever one he doesn’t pick is for you,” she says over her shoulder, but his excitement doesn’t waver.
“Oh, Candy, darling, I was hoping you’d say that,” Krampus says eagerly.
“Christmas tree,” Mortem says easily, shocking both Candy and me.
“You’re sure?” Candy says, and I wonder if she thought he was bluffing.
“Candy, I’m unbearably old. My shock was over who gave you the gift, not the gift itself. I’m wholly aware of how much power my prostate holds over my pleasure,” he says.
I snap my fingers and point at Mortem before dropping my towel, letting my naked form completely free. Candy and Mortem both stare at me. Candy’s desire is wild and clear, while Mortem’s is more calculating and reserved. How much trouble am I going to need to get in to have the big bad reaper punish me?
“That we can both agree on. Where do you want me, sweetheart? Self insert? Do you want the pleasure?” I ask, fully down with whatever she chooses.
“Mortem,” she says.
“Ah, she wants to watch. How incredibly cute and cupid of you,” I say, walking by her, placing a kiss on her temple and sitting next to Mortem on the couch. I toss an arm over his shoulders.
My erect cock feels like it’s pointing at all of us, but no one wants to be rude and mention the second monster in the room.
“All right,” Mortem says easily and Candy’s eyes go wide.
“Really?” Candy asks.
“Only if it’s fair,” Mortem says, plopping his hand down on my thigh, his thumb stroking the flesh on the inside.
My cock jumps, and Candy tracks the motion before glancing back over at Mortem.
“Fair?” she asks.
“There’s quite the treasure trove in that box. You let us watch you play and we let you watch.”
“He’s right, it only seems fair,” I say, rubbing my thumb against Mortem’s shoulder blade.
She looks less confident now, and the way Mortem’s grip tightens on my thigh, I can tell he’s concerned about her reaction.
“Or we can put this on pause for another time,” Mortem says.
Candy whispers something to herself, but I can’t tell what it is. Instead of saying another word, she grabs the hem of her silky pajama top and pulls it over her head. A simple red bra covers her chest, but she reaches behind her back, unclasping the lace and letting her full, gorgeous tits hang free. Her nipples are a darker pink than the rest of her, and my mouth waters just looking at her.
She licks her lips, her gaze switching darting between my face and Mortem’s as she tugs on the elastic of her pants and pulls them down completely.
