“Well, well, it looks like our little birdie’s stocking ishung.”
Quoth tore away from me. He scrambled against the wall, his eyes wide as saucers and a scattering of black feathers poking through his cheeks. I whirled around, too wrapped up in the moment to think to be ashamed of my nakedness.
Morrie leaned against the doorframe, a dark smile playing across his lips. “If you keep swinging on Quoth’s North Pole like that, you’ll be going on Santa’s naughty list.”
I threw my shirt at him. “You’re not funny.”
“I am hilarious. Mind if I join you?”
I wanted to protest, to say that tonight should be all about Quoth, but Morrie was already climbing into bed on the other side of me. He tipped my head toward him and claimed my mouth in a hot, needy kiss. It was all I could do not to swoon right there.
James Moriarty had a way of crushing my will with his sexiness. By Isis, the guy knew how to make a woman’s body sing, and he pulled out all his tricks – he wanted to stay, and he was determined to earn his place in Quoth’s bed.
“Where’s Heathcliff?” I murmured. I didn’t think it was fair he should miss out.
“He’s gone over to the pub to drown his Christmas-induced sorrows.” Morrie cupped my cheek to claim my lips. “Although Ishtar knows why he’d do that since it’s quiz night tonight.”
Thatdidseem odd. The Rose & Wimple quiz night would have the whole town crowded into the pub, yelling out answers and trash-talking the other teams and spreading Christmas cheer. It seemed like the last place Heathcliff would want to go. But then Quoth pressed his lips to that spot on my clavicle again and I forgot all about quiz night.
Morrie’s tongue danced across mine as Quoth ran the tips of his fingers over my skin, raising trails of goosebumps he kissed into submission. I sank back into Quoth’s arms with a sigh as Morrie drew away before closing his lips around my nipple.
I gasped in pleasure as Morrie swirled his tongue around it before scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud. A jolt of desire shot through my body. I gripped Morrie’s arm as he bent his head to the other nipple, while Quoth’s fingers trailed between my legs.
“Lie back, gorgeous,” Morrie whispered. “Tonight, Quoth and I will have you walking in an orgasm wonderland.”
If you insist.As I settled back on the pillows, a whoosh of cold air blasted over us. I yelped in surprise.That bloody draft!
Quoth pulled the blankets over us, wrapping his arms around my body. Warmth flooded my limbs – from his body heat but also from our closeness, from what we shared now, here, tonight. Quoth’s dark eyes swam with love and reverence as he bent his head between my legs.
His tongue dived for my clit, making slow circles that sent me wild. Morrie pinched my nipple between his fingers and flicked his tongue over my lips, smiling that cheeky grin of his as he promised so much more to come.
Heat rose inside me, spreading along my veins until I sizzled with fire and need. Quoth pushed a finger into me as he pressed his tongue against me. Morrie scraped my nipple with his teeth once more, and the heat inside me bubbled over.
My body rocked as an orgasm rippled through me, languid like the ebb of a river dancing over wind-tossed pebbles.
When I rose through the river, Quoth bent over me, a perfect smile grazing his lips. I reached out and gripped his arm, dragging him on top of me and wrapping my legs around him. Quoth let out a whimper as he entered me, a sound so tender and beautiful it broke my heart. His breath warmed my earlobe. Morrie’s tongue entwined in mine as he lent his body heat to our embrace.
Quoth’s strokes were languid too – he breathed slowly, his gaze falling on mine, his fingers twining in my hair. He opened me like a flower in spring, those eyes and that heart breaking apart the winter ice that had settled on my mind ever since my diagnosis.
We fell into each other – his eyes swallowing those dark parts of me and leaving me with only the light of his love. A second orgasm built inside me, and this one rose like a wild animal and slammed into me, knocking me back against the pillows as my body yielded to Quoth’s. He came at the same time, his lip trembling as he rocked against me in deferential bliss.
“Looks like Santa Claus isn’t the only one coming to town,” Morrie whispered in my ear.
I shoved Morrie. He fell back against the pillows, his hands folded behind his head and that cheeky smirk on his lips. Quoth rolled aside. I climbed onto Morrie and thrust myself down on his cock, moaning a little as my body stretched and shifted to accommodate his girth.
I mashed my mouth against Morrie’s, mostly so he’d shut the fuck up.
Morrie groaned as I slammed my pelvis down on him. Tonight, Quoth had my heart, but Morrie held a part of me, too. He drew out something wild and powerful inside me. My last name wasn’t Wilde for nothing, and with Morrie, I’d never felt more free, or more bold. The two of them watched me with admiration as I took what I wanted.
I loved this. Being with my three boyfriends made me feel powerful, invincible. It didn’t matter that I was going blind. Who cares? I’d rock it, just like I was rocking Morrie’s world right now.
“You’re smiling.” Morrie’s nails dug into my hips as he thrust up to meet me. “Does it make you happy, jingling my bells?”
“Maybe.” I smiled even wider as I ground against him. Morrie’s jaw clenched. His muscles stiffened. I reached behind him, slipping my hand between his legs and scraping my nail down that sensitive stretch of skin between his balls and anus.
“Deck the balls…” I whisper-sung in his ear. Morrie burst out laughing as he came, sending a spasm through his body and causing him to break down into a coughing fit.
We collapsed together, laughing and hugging, pressing our bodies close as another blast of cold air scoured the room. Quoth nuzzled into my shoulder, resting his ear on my chest. Morrie wrapped his arms around both of us, his lips brushing the top of my head. Somewhere downstairs, the building creaked in protest.
