Unwrapping Holly - A Holiday Reverse Harem Romance, page 17
“Brody?”
I turned and she was staring at me, her eyes liquid fire. They shined with new life in the orange, flickering light.
“You okay?”
I nodded and smiled placatingly. I was on a weekend getaway, about to play strip poker in front of a roaring fire with my beautiful girlfriend. What could possibly not be okay?
“You look… far away.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I was thinking of stupid crap. Of the problems back at my apartment.”
It was a lie, but I didn’t want to tell her the truth: that I was scared. Worried that though she loved me, in the end she wouldn’t be in love with me.
Frightened that maybe she wouldn’t pick me.
“You’re not thinking of Andrea, are you?”
I wasn’t. God, how I wasn’t!
“Look, I know it sucks, not having a place to go back to,” said Holly. “This lunatic is making it so that you can’t even feel comfortable in your own home.”
That much was true. I did need to get out of there. Even without Andrea — who wasn’t leaving anytime soon — I had three other roommates, all sharing the same space. It was okay, but it wasn’t ideal.
“I still want you to stay with me,” Holly smiled, cozying up to me. The wine on her breath smelled delicious. I could tell she was pleasantly tipsy. “I love having you in my place,” she practically whispered. “I love having you inside me…”
Her hand went to my crotch, where she gave me a delightful squeeze. As I stiffened in her hand, Holly grinned wickedly.
“I love you Brody,” she said, and then kissed me. “Every last bit of you.”
Forty-Four
HOLLY
It was by far the hottest night of my life. Mentally… emotionally… physically. Layer upon layer, on every beautiful level, it was every girl’s wildest dream come true.
Strip poker was fun, especially considering how lucky I was. For some strange reason, I just couldn’t lose. Piece by piece, I stripped the guys of every article of clothing they had on. I exposed Lincoln’s wonderful shoulders. Brody’s perfect, bubble-shaped ass. From the tremendous biceps and triceps of their sexy arms, to their flat, rippled stomachs, I made them take it all off — each and every piece — until they were both sitting naked before me.
“Turn around,” I laughed as Brody lost another hand. Somehow I was still in my underwear. “You don’t have anything left, so you have to do what I say.”
At one point I accused the guys of throwing the game to get themselves naked, but Lincoln quickly pointed out how such a thing made little sense. It was their common goal to get me naked, and since there were two of them, it should’ve been an easy job at that.
Instead, here we were.
Hour by hour, the cabin became ours. Brody poured the wine, at a speed that kept us flush and happy without getting drunk. Lincoln fed the fire, bathing us in a comfy, glowing warmth that made being naked preferable to wearing anything at all. The wind raged outside, screaming in protest as the cold was kept comfortably at bay. Eventually the cards flew over our shoulders and we went straight to it, stretching our eager bodies right out across the floor.
Brody dove between my legs, pulling my G-string aside as he buried his nose in my dripping wetness. He teased me mercilessly with his tongue, gliding all the way up and all the way down. Resisting me as I tried screwing myself against his face. Holding himself intentionally back, every time I begged him to go deeper.
“God…”
My head was spinning with Lincoln’s kisses, which were loving and passionate and full of meaning. I gasped as his tongue traced its way down the hollow of my throat. Squirmed as his wet mouth found one achingly pert nipple, and then two.
“One…” I gasped, spreading even wider for Brody’s tongue. “One of you…”
“One of us what?” Lincoln teased, kissing me again.
I sighed, running my fingers through Brody’s thick, blond hair. My hand clenched as I rolled my knuckles, forcing his tongue inside me.
“One of you has got to fuck me…”
I was beyond lost now. Totally in heat. My hips writhed in circles, smashing myself against Brody’s wet, willing mouth. And my eyes…
My eyes locked on Lincoln’s. Deep in our hearts we connected on the most primal and fundamental of levels.
“Do it,” I gasped. “Please…”
“Please what?” he laughed gently into my mouth. He kissed me again, then kissed me some more. He kept kissing me and kissing me until it felt like my head would explode.
“Fuck me,” I gasped when I could breathe again. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME…”
His goatee curled into a grin as Lincoln looked down my body, to where Brody was still devouring me in front of the fire.
“Heads or tails, bro?”
Brody lifted his head and grinned, all glazed with my wetness from nose to chin.
“I’ll take tails for now,” he said, “since I’m down here already.” He made a sideways motion with his head. “But help me turn her over.”
A minute later I was on my stomach, hissing with satisfaction as Brody sank into me from behind. His cock drilled me deep, his hands pushing my asscheeks upward and apart to gain the deepest possible penetration.
Kneeling before me, Lincoln guided his own erection into my willing mouth.
Ohhhhh…
It was every bit as good as sinking into a warm bath. The satisfyingly familiar feeling of pure, sensory overload.
I was made for this.
It was such an odd thing to say. A strange thing to just pop randomly into your head. And yet in reality, the observation wasn’t all that random. I fell so quickly and easily into the familiar push-pull rhythm, it was as if being filled from both ends were some common daily occurrence.
It’s sure getting to be…
“That’s it baby,” said Lincoln, gently stroking my face. His voice was already thick with lust. “Just like that.”
I was throating him easily now. Screwing my ass back against Brody and adding that extra gyration I knew he liked at the end. And I was getting off on it. I was so incredibly hot for them, so dripping wet. Every stroke brought me that much closer…
“She’s getting too good at this,” Lincoln observed. “She must really love it.”
He held my head in his hands now, helping guide it up and down along the length of his cock. When I popped it from my mouth to lick it all over, he smiled.
“Tell us you love it,” he growled.
I licked and sucked, jerking him with my hand. Bracing myself with my other arm, while working my way toward his balls.
“Tell us you—”
“I love it,” I moaned, soft and low. I swore I could feel him grow harder, just at the words. “God, I so fucking love it…”
I felt Brody’s hands digging in as he pumped me faster. He pushed into me hard, shoving his balls up against me as he drove himself deeper.
“Fuck…”
My breath grew quick. The wind left my lungs in short little bursts. A hand went into my hair, pulling my head back. Forcing me to adjust, my chin tilting upward, as Lincoln sank deeper into my throat.
I don’t know how long they fucked me, passing me back and forth. Sometimes they’d spin me around or flip me over. Other times they’d just get up and switch places, taking me in any position, any way they wanted.
I loved it all, though. I lay there snug in the blankets, warmed by the fire. Crushed beneath the weight of their hard bodies, rocking, groaning, spreading myself wide for them.
It was like being in another world. A world of sheets and pillows, of flesh and flame. I was sitting on Lincoln, my hands on his shoulders, when my first release came. My breasts were in his hands, the weight of them held in his palms, as a monster orgasm rocked my body… even as Brody held me from behind.
“Good?”
I nodded, gasping. So good. So fucking good!
“Now lean forward.”
I did, pressing my chest against Lincoln’s. Not even caring as my hair flopped down like a waterfall, enveloping our faces on all sides in a little cocoon of shimmering auburn.
“Sit tight,” said Lincoln. “We’re gonna try something.”
My eyes went wide. My body stiffened.
“Easy,” he chuckled, his lips brushing mine. “This will go better if you relax.”
I felt it now, Brody’s hands clasped firm on my hips. His body squatting, adjusting, positioning himself behind me…
Oh God.
Then it happened; his cock probed its way forward. But not in the way I expected. Not in the place I expected.
Oh my God, they’re going to—
“OHHHHHH!”
My whole body went weak as Brody pushed himself straight up inside me.
Forty-Five
HOLLY
It was tight. So incredibly tight and intense and a whole host of other adjectives I couldn’t quite grasp. But at the same time, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world! The craziest, fullest, most incredible—
“That’s it,” Lincoln whispered, kissing me tenderly. “He’s in.”
He sure fucking is.
I groaned as Brody slid out slowly and then back in again. He was fucking me from behind now. Fucking my pussy. Fucking the same pussy that Lincoln was already fucking, already buried in, and yet somehow they both managed to fit.
You’re fucking two guys… the little voice in my head screamed. AT THE SAME TIME.
I was. And not just from a tag-team or a spitroast perspective either, but actually fucking them both simultaneously.
“God it feels good,” Brody murmured from behind me. His voice was lower and thicker than I’d ever heard it before. “Holly you’re so. Fucking. Tight.”
I sure hope so, I wanted to gasp. And yet I couldn’t say anything. All I could do was keep still while Lincoln held my ass spread in his two powerful hands. Keeping me open for my other lover, so he could gain more leverage as he glided in and out of me.
“Two cocks inside you…” Lincoln murmured. “How’s it feel?”
I wanted to pound his chest with my fists. Bite down on his shoulder so hard my teeth would leave marks.
“It’s… oh, it’s fucking amazing,” I said truthfully. “It’s so hot. So tight and full with the both of you in there. You feel so thick together!” I gasped as Brody’s thrusts became more confident. He was getting bolder. Going deeper…
“Oh my God… Oh my God…”
I wanted to screw back against them, as I always had. Only I was afraid. I was already walking the razor thin edge between ultimate pleasure and what could possibly be pain… I decided to trust in what Brody was doing and let him take full control.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” said Lincoln, kissing my face. “The expressions you’re making right now. God… they’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything—”
Suddenly there was a surge, and I felt Brody let go. It happened without warning, without anything other than a flare of pain as his fingers dug into my hips and a screaming war-cry from just behind me.
I bore down as he thrusted up, feeling his pulses, squeezing every drop from my lover’s throbbing cock as I milked him into my pussy. Everything was explosive: the heat, the wetness, the pressure of having two men in a place only one had ever been… it all combined to bring Lincoln off just seconds later, physically lifting us as his ass thrusted upward from the floor.
“UNNNGGHHHH!”
He hissed his orgasm into my face, every muscle in his body going utterly rigid. Then I felt him go off as well, in a searing, molten rush. Throbbing, exploding, pumping my impossibly tight channel full of his cream.
I collapsed forward onto his chest as he gripped me, still in the throes of ultimate pleasure. Still shooting, firing, filling me up… my pussy contracting around him, as if greedy for every last thing he could possibly give.
It was a full minute later before Brody slipped out of me, creating a giant, gooey mess. I could feel their combined seed come boiling out of me, running down my thighs, pooling on the floor between Lincoln’s muscular thighs even as he kept himself buried in my sweltering core.
“We have got to do that again!” Brody cried, falling backwards into some pillows.
I was hugging my lover, totally spent. Unable to say anything. Unable to even move, until he wanted to move me.
“Yeah…” breathed Lincoln. “Definitely. And next time you need to last longer!”
“Are you kidding?” Brody protested. “I just couldn’t. It was too hot, too tight. To fucking crazy in there.”
“I know, I know,” chuckled Lincoln. “I was in there too.”
In time we slid apart, all of us on our backs with our feet to the fire. Feeling the warmth of the flames against our bare toes as we stared at the vaulted cabin ceiling.
“Merry Christmas,” I laughed, when I could breath again.
They both turned my way and looked at each other. Then they began tickling me at the same time.
“Yeah,” Lincoln admonished between my giggles. “Merry Christmas to you!”
Forty-Six
HOLLY
I stirred in the darkness, secure beneath the warmth of three layers of blankets. Between that, and the two gorgeous men snoring on either side of me, I was feeling pretty fucking toasty.
Too toasty.
My stomach growled, and not for the first time. I was hungry. Starving, even. Sometime after our tryst in front the fire, the three of us had yawned our way up to the master bedroom on the second floor… without even so much as a snack before bed.
I had no idea what time it was. In all the fun I’d had with the boys last night, and all the things we’d done afterward, time seemed to lose all meaning.
Silently I slipped downward, crawling my way out from the base of the mattress. Luckily the sheets weren’t too tucked in. I managed to extract myself without waking anyone, and pushed open the door to the room.
A blast of cold enveloped me, and I retreated inside to grab some clothes. I wasn’t adverse to wandering the house in my underwear, but not if it meant shivering.
A quick pair of sweatpants and two T-shirts later — one of them Brody’s — I was on my way to the kitchen. I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d find in the fridge, but the snacks we’d bought at the convenience store sounded incredibly good all of a sudden. Even Lincoln’s vast selection of beef jerky.
I crossed the living room, past the sad remains of our roaring fire. A few glowing embers cast an orange pall over our makeshift sexual ‘picnic’, illuminating the blankets and pillows and sheets.
Double-penetration.
The phrase was dirty. Naughty. Incredible arousing.
Double-vaginal, actually.
I still couldn’t believe it. Neither could my swollen entrance. I was pleasantly, satisfyingly sore between the legs, to the point where I was being careful with my steps. But it had been worth it. Every glorious, beautiful second of it…
And they want to do it again…
I chuckled as I crossed the threshold into the kitchen. I’d have to ask for some sort of a break, maybe. At least in the morning. Waking up next to them, the warmth of my womanly body pressed against theirs, I had a feeling one or both of them would be raring to go. And if that were the case, maybe I’d accommodate them. But only with my mouth…
Morning blowjobs, eh?
Actually, it sounded fun. Suddenly I was looking forward to it. Staring into Brody’s face as I went down on Lincoln… seeing the lust in his eyes as I—
KNOCK…
I whirled, nearly tearing the door off the refrigerator as I yanked it open. The noise had come from the previous room. From the living room, or maybe—
KNOCK KNOCK.
My heart began racing, the kitchen floor feeling suddenly cold beneath my bare feet. It was a faint sound, a gentle sound. Maybe the wind. A stray branch, banging against the house. But as much as I wanted to believe that, the sound was also very distinct.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Okay, now it was louder! So loud that it was unmistakable. It was a knock. A door knock, because it was definitely coming from the front door.
I abandoned the fridge without shutting it, as if the slightest noise or movement would give away my position. Then I crept backward, into the living room. The staircase wasn’t far. All I had to do was cross the—
“OHHH!”
My heart leapt from my chest as I jumped a foot in the air! There was a figure standing next to me. A figure standing beside me, so close he could reach out and grab me and—
“EASY, Holly…”
It was Lincoln. Bare-chested and beautiful and wearing only his boxers. The half-fire cast amazing shadows over his muscles, bringing them out in stark definition. Even terrified and startled out of my wits, I found myself staring.
“There’s someone at the door!” I whispered loudly. “Someone’s trying to—”
“I heard it too,” Lincoln breathed. “I heard the knocking.”
He walked confidently in the direction of the front door, as if it were broad daylight and he was expecting someone. But he did reach for something first… a fireplace poker. A long, heavy length of iron with a twisted hook at the end, taken from the tool set near the hearth.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—
“WHO IS IT?” Lincoln demanded loudly.
A voice answered, low and muffled. Stepped on by the wind.
“I SAID WHO—”
“IT’S ME,” the voice cried, finally loud enough to be heard. “IT’S DONOVAN!”
Lincoln looked back at me in shock, blinked twice, then flung the door open. Sure enough, Donovan was standing on the porch, shivering like mad, covered in snow from head to toe.
“Holy SHIT!” I cried, running forth. “Donovan! What are you doing here!” I ushered him in as Lincoln closed the door. He actually had to lean into it a little, to force it against the wind.
