For tonight, it will be mine.
* * *
I wake up in a bed tangled in sheets and blankets and legs. Blair is curled into my middle, her ass tucked against my cock, but there’s heat at my back too and an arm across my chest that is coated with a dusting of dark hair.
It’s Christmas morning and I’m in bed with two people who I more than like.
Isaac stirs behind me and I feel his heat move closer. He’s starting to wake up, which involves his lips pressing against my shoulder and his arm tightening.
“You awake?” His words are hushed.
“Just about.”
“Happy Christmas.”
“And you.” We both shift, the stiffness of sleep needing to be stretched away. “I don’t know how to do this.”
Blair still sleeps, her hair spread across the pillow and partly over me too.
“How to do what? The morning after a threesome?” Without looking, I know his grin is wicked.
“Christmas. Presents. I haven’t had a Christmas morning since my mother died. My dad tried, but it wasn’t the same and we didn’t have much money to spare.” It’s a confession and I need reassurance.
Isaac shifts so he’s holding me. At first I tense, then I realise there’s no judgement in what he’s doing.
“Open your gifts, say thank you, drink wine at breakfast and eat enough so you can’t move. Then tomorrow we eat leftovers and watch sport. Maybe have more beer. There should be a church service involved but the weather’s going to stop that this year.”
“We’re snowed in?”
“Pretty much. I got up in the night and it was coming down thick.”
Blair’s started to wake, turning over so she can see Isaac. We both fucked her last night, Isaac coming over her tits and then I filled her pussy. She’d touched herself while watching Isaac suck my cock to start, telling him what to do and he’d taken me to the brink of losing it early.
I’d watched while he’d fucked Blair, as she’d continued to play with my cock and I’d tried not to feel jealous because I didn’t know who I was jealous of. Maybe them. Maybe both.
“Happy Christmas morning.” Her voice is still sleepy and this is usually my favourite time, when I murmur words to her and turn her over on her back, wanting to give her a glow only morning orgasms can.
She runs a hand down my chest and onto my thigh, the covers loosening. Isaac bites my shoulder and then reaches over to kiss Blair as she leans over us both, her tits hanging too temptingly for us both not to notice and play.
The kiss becomes all-encompassing as she switches her lips from Isaac’s to mine and I feel a rough hand take my cock.
“Lift your pussy to my mouth, sweetheart,” I tell her guiding her hips while I settle on my back.
She rests over me, holding onto the old wooden headboard that’s useless for tying anything to because we’ve tried and I hold her hips steady while I lick her clit and explore her entrance with my tongue.
She comes quickly like this, even more so now, because Isaac’s sucking her nipples, his hand still running up and down my erection, slowly enough that I’m not going to blow my load early.
Blair tips her head back and stifles her moan as she orgasms, her legs tightening. I push a finger into her puckered hole and hear her gasp.
One last lick and she moves backwards, trying to get her breath.
“What do you want us to do?” I ask her, because this is always about her. I’ll get my pleasure anyway, so this can always be her choice.
“I want to watch what you’d usually do.” Isaac sits back on his knees. His cock is hard and dripping with pre-cum.
“You don’t want…” Blair gestures behind her.
Isaac pauses for a moment, his hand now on his own erection, stroking. He’s tempted.
