An Old-Fashioned Christmas Page 4

  “Isn’t our wife beautiful?” He could feel the tension in her body as he pressed his finger just slightly into her back hole. “I know she thinks her body has changed for the worse but that’s just not true. She’s even more gorgeous than she was. The marks on her body are just signs of a battle fought.”

  “Damned if I could have done it. I would have if I could,” Sam added, turning eyes filled with love on their wife.

  Her tension was easing.

  He moved his other hand down to her pussy, swirling a finger around her clit. She let out a low moan. She was so slick. So hot. Ready for them.

  But not yet.

  “Don’t forget about the boobs,” Sam said. “I love those boobs. I dream about them.”

  Roarke rolled his eyes. Ava snorted.

  “We know, Sam. You love her boobs. And her ass. And her pussy.”

  “Yep, they’re all my happy places.”

  “Your body might have changed, little one, but we love the way you look. We will always love your body. Hell, Sam would spend every minute of every day playing with some part of you.”

  He grabbed the lube and squirted some on his fingers before pressing one against her asshole again. “Let me in. Tonight, you’re taking Sam and I together but I need to prepare you first. It’s been a while.”

  That was an understatement.

  He worked his finger into her tight, hot ass. Pressing deep then pulling out. He added another finger. In and out.

  Ava was making low noises of pleasure while Sam watched on. Roarke briefly looked up at the monitor even though they’d all know if Lily made the slightest noise.

  Nothing. Good baby.

  “Sam, get the plug ready for our girl.”

  Sam jumped to his feet. Roarke didn’t know where he got his energy from sometimes. He picked up the plug and coated it generously in lube.

  “Sam’s being good to you, little one. He’s got that plug nicely coated. Just ready for that tight asshole. Do you want the plug in your ass, Ava? Stretching you? Filling you up? Getting you ready for my cock? Because it’s going to be Sam entering that slick pussy while I push my way into your ass tonight.”

  He was still playing with her clit. His hand was coated with her juices. Oh, she wanted all right.

  He moved his hand away from her pussy and took the plug from Sam. “Sam, remove Ava’s gag. I want to hear her cries as the plug enters her.”

  Sam took the gag out of her mouth, as well as removing the squeaky toy from her hand. Roarke was going to have to pay closer attention to Sam’s online purchases for the playroom.

  Brat.

  “Ava, you doing all right?” Roarke asked.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m green, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Sam returned to his position without asking. Roarke raised his eyebrows in surprise. Normally, Sam would push any boundaries he could. But then he saw the other man check the monitor and smiled. For all his fun ways and carefree attitude, Sam took being a dad seriously.

  “Deep breath in, little one. Then out.”

  He pushed the plug in slowly, his pulse racing as he watched it disappear into her ass. He worked it gently past the tight ring of muscle before pushing it fully inside her. He turned it slightly as she groaned.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir. Sooo good. But your cock would be better.”

  “Patience. Soon. Once you’ve been stretched a bit more.”

  “I hate waiting,” Sam moaned.

  “Do you want the ball gag?” Roarke threatened.

  Eyes wide, Sam shook his head. He hated being gagged. Roarke reached down and swirled his finger around Ava’s clit then pushed his finger deep inside her. Oh, she was so ready for them. Too bad she had a bit of a wait. Although he wasn’t going to leave her completely wanting.

  He wasn’t that mean. Well, not quite.

  He moved back to the cupboard and grabbed out the battery-operated magic wand. One of Sam’s purchases—of which he wholly approved.

  He turned it on and the buzzing sound made Ava moan even before he’d touched it to her engorged clit. He pulled the lips of her pussy apart, kneeling on the floor so he could view her plump, pink pussy. He held the wand against her swollen clit. She cried out, pulling against her restraints and he drew the wand back.

  “No coming without permission, little one.”

  “Nooo. I can’t, Roarke.”

  He reached up with his free hand and gave her left ass cheek five sharp taps. “What do you address me as in here?”

  “Sir. Sorry, Sir. Please, I can’t hold back.”

  “You will. Or you will spend the rest of the night with that plug in your ass, a tickler against your clit and no cock in either hole.”

  “Hell.”

  “Yes, I suspect it would feel like hell,” he said cheerfully. Now he was in his happy place.

  He settled the wand back against her clit. Then drew it away. “Are you going to hold things back from your husbands anymore?”

  “What? Oh God, you want to talk to me now?”

  “I do.” He placed the vibrating head over her clit and counted to ten before drawing it back. Ava was shaking, her breath coming in fast, loud pants. “Well?”

  “No, Sir. I’ll tell you everything. Whatever you want to know. Everything. If you want my damn bathroom schedule you can have it.”

  He laid a few more spanks on her other ass cheek. “No need for sass.”

  She whimpered.

  He switched wand went on again. She cried out. “Please. Please.”

  “And you are going to trust us to help more with Lily, aren’t you? It doesn’t make you a failure to accept help.”

  “I’ll try,” she sobbed. “I’ll try.”

  “Good girl. We’ll help. Don’t worry.”

  Her cries escalated, her legs trembled and he knew it wouldn’t take much more before her control snapped.

  “Sir! Sir, please, may I?”

  “You may come.”

  She stiffened then screamed as she erupted, finding her pleasure. Roarke held the wand against her clit for a few more seconds then drew it away. He replaced it with his tongue, keeping his movements gentle as he licked her clit, bringing her slowly back down. He stood and moved to the top of the bench and removed her blindfold.

  “How was that, baby?”

  “Like heaven,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

  He leaned in and kissed her gently.

  Sam joined them. “Hey, can I get in on this action?”

  Roarke turned and took him into his arms, kissing him. Hard. Hot. “I love you as well. Now get yourself over to the St Andrews Cross. It’s your turn.”

  Ava snuggled down in the comfy chair that Roarke had settled her in after undoing her restraints. She rested on one side so as to avoid sitting on her tender ass, which was still plugged. He’d wrapped a throw around her, and given her one of those drinks that was filled with electrolytes and a couple of pieces of chocolate with orders to consume it all.

  Normally, that wouldn’t be a hard order to follow. But her attention was fixated on what he was doing to Sam. Roarke had him bent over at the waist, holding onto the cross as he pushed a plug into the other man’s ass.

  She might have just had a spectacular orgasm, and be feeling all soft and satiated, but damned if watching one husband get plugged by her other husband didn’t have the ability to make her hot as hell.

  Finally, the plug was seated.

  She pouted. That happened too quickly. She had missed this. She didn’t know why she’d had this crazy idea that she couldn’t have it all. She looked over at the monitor and smiled.

  “Are you drinking that, Ava or just holding it?” Roarke asked.

  She looked up to find he had finished securing Sam to the cross and was giving her a firm look.

  She lifted the bottle to her lips and took a big gulp. Roarke gave a nod. Such arrogance. She loved it. She loved both of them. She settled in to watch as Roarke
picked up a paddle and smacked it down onto Sam’s ass.

  Sam shuddered. “Thank you, Sir. May I have another?”

  “Oh, there is plenty more where that came from,” Roarke replied in a dark voice.

  Ahh, yep. This was happiness.

  Sam was in a happy, buzzy place. His backside ached from the punishment he’d taken. The paddle followed by the cane. Bliss. Of course, he’d promised like a good little boy to not pull any more stunts to get attention.

  Roarke hadn’t made him promise to always be obedient. That would be a step too far.

  His Dom wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him into the bedroom, laying him on his stomach on the bed. He breathed out a happy sigh as Ava curled up next to him. She brushed her mouth across his ear.

  “All right, Sam?”

  Her breath whispered over his ear and he shivered in pleasure.

  “I’d say from the hard-on he’s sporting that he’s more than all right,” Roarke drawled.

  Sam pouted a little as Roarke put some soothing cream on his ass. He didn’t want any relief from the pain. Come morning he knew he’d be feeling every stroke of the cane but right now the pain was something he embraced.

  “That hard-on is causing me a lot of pain,” he complained. “I think someone should help me out here. It’s the humanitarian thing to do.”

  Ava snorted and grinned. “Humanitarian, huh?”

  He nodded eagerly.

  “Roll onto your side,” Roarke commanded, but Sam heard the hint of amusement in his voice. “Ava, do you think you can bring yourself to do the humanitarian thing?”

  “Hmm, let me think.” Ava tapped her chin.

  Sam growled at her as he rolled. He reached out and grasped one of her breasts. “Bring that nipple up here.”

  She shook her head. “Nuh-uh.”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ve got other orders.”

  “Come here,” he demanded. “I want to suckle.”

  “Nope. I’m the one who’s going to do all the sucking.”

  “Roarke, she’s being mean to me.”

  “The two of you are crazy. Ava, give Sam your breast or he’ll sulk.”

  Ava pouted but she scooted up the bed and he latched onto her breast. He hadn’t been kidding before when he said he loved her boobs now. Of course, he’d loved them just as much before.

  He cupped her breast, holding the nipple up to his mouth and licking it. Then he breathed over it. Her eyelids shuttered closed. He took her nipple into his mouth and suckled.

  Ahh, yes.

  Roarke finished putting gel on Sam’s ass and moved in behind him, kissing his way over Sam’s shoulder. “You did well, pet. I think you deserve a reward. Even if you are a manipulative brat.”

  Sam shuddered. Yeah, he’d do it all over again if it got him to where he was right now, sandwiched between his wife and his Dom.

  “Ava, sit up against the headboard and spread your legs wide.”

  Oh God. Did that mean he got to…

  “Yes, Sam,” Roarke said dryly, obviously sensing his excitement. “You get to put your mouth to that pussy. But you aren’t to let her come.”

  He nodded. He could do that. Totally.

  Ava sat up, leaning back against the headboard and spread her delicious thighs. But Sam didn’t dive straight into her pussy. He didn’t like that she thought she had suck in her stomach or that her stretch marks were ugly. So he imitated what Roarke had done earlier. Kneeling between her legs, his ass in the air, he kissed each of those marks. He paid particular attention to her stomach.

  Then he did what he’d been dying to for months. He dropped his mouth to her pussy and took a long, satisfying lick.

  Oh yeah. This was happiness.

  “You know I’m going to have to drag him off you,” Roarke told Ava with a grin as he knelt next to her.

  “I’m not complaining,” she panted as Sam pushed his tongue into her pussy. Fuck. Hell. How could she hold back her orgasm with Sam’s talented tongue playing with her?

  “I can’t blame him. The taste of you is addictive.” He leaned in and licked his tongue over her nipple.

  “Oh God,” she groaned, wrapping one hand in his hair then her other in Sam’s. Anchoring them to her. Dark and light. “Please, Roarke, let me come.”

  He drew back and moved to her other nipple, biting down on it gently then tugging at it with his teeth. She cried out, pushing her hips up, almost grinding her pussy against Sam’s mouth. He made a noise of pleasure and moved his tongue to her clit, flicking it. She couldn’t take it.

  “No.” Roarke drew back, staring down at her sternly. “You hold back. We’re all coming together.”

  Shit. Shit.

  By now, Sam had two fingers in her passage, pumping furiously as he played with her clit.

  “I can’t…I can’t….” Her head thrashed back and forth. So close.

  “Pull back, pet.”

  Sam didn’t move. Roarke gave his ass a pop with his hand. “Enough playing. Sam, lie on your back. Ava, climb over Sam, but don’t take him inside you just yet.”

  Ava straddled Sam’s hips, pressing her pussy up against his cock. He groaned and drew her down for a toe-tingling kiss. She felt Roarke move in behind her, spreading her ass cheeks before gently easing the plug from her bottom. Sam played with her, teasing her with his tongue. Her hard nipples rubbed against his chest and she pressed her clit against his shaft, rubbing slightly.

  Smack!

  A sharp slap landed on her ass. “Stay still,” Roarke commanded as he eased the plug out completely. “Sam, fuck our girl.”

  “With pleasure, Sir.”

  She rose up and grabbed hold of his cock, guiding it to her. She was so slick, taking him wasn’t hard, even with his girth. He entered her slowly though, taking his time until he was fully seated and they were both panting with a mix of exertion and pleasure.

  “Lean forward, Ava. Sam, keep an eye on her.”

  “I’ve got her,” Sam reassured their Dom.

  She felt her butt cheeks being pushed apart then Roarke’s cock nudged her entrance. She let out the breath she’d been holding as he pushed inside her. His shaft was lubricated and he was careful to take it easy. It stretched and burned, but she loved the feeling. Loved having the two of them take her like this.

  He kept pushing forward as Sam ran his hand up and down her back, whispering soothing words of nonsense in her ear. When Roarke was finally deep, they all breathed out a satisfied sigh.

  “Now we can move, right?” Sam asked.

  Roarke chuckled. “Oh yeah.”

  Roarke could scarcely control himself. The need to come was burning in his lower back, and his balls ached. It was nearly humiliating how close he was to finding his release. He gritted his teeth. Both of his subs were coming first. He was determined of that. He moved in tandem with Sam, pushing his way deep into Ava’s ass as Sam took her pussy.

  In and out. Each movement faster. Harder.

  “Sir, please!” Ava cried out, her head thrashing back and forth. “Please let me come.”

  “You can both come.”

  Sam found completion first. He threw his head back, his eyes closing as a look of ecstasy filled his face. Roarke loved looking at him like that. He then opened his eyes and stared up at them both dreamily. “Oh yes.”

  “Sam, help Ava,” Roarke commanded, easing back a bit so Sam could reach between their bodies to play with her clit.

  “Sir. Sam. Ohhh holy shit.”

  Her ass pressed back against his cock and then she clenched down around him. Hard. Fuck. Her orgasm shook her and Roarke kissed the back of her shoulder as he thrust deep and found his own completion, his orgasm building waves that stole his very sanity.

  Twenty minutes later, Ava lay tucked up in bed between Sam and Roarke. She’d had a quick shower with Roarke while Sam checked on Lily. Then Sam had jumped in to rinse off while Roarke tucked her up in bed and did a last check around the house.

  N
ow she was cuddled between them, her head resting against Roarke’s chest while Sam pressed against her back.

  “Ava, honey,” Roarke said with a note of hesitance in his voice that was unusual for him.

  “Yes?”

  “You know you can tell us anything.”

  “I thought that’s what we’d just… ahh… talked about.”

  Sam snorted. “If that was talking then I’ve been doing it wrong all these years.”

  Roarke rolled to his side so he was looking down at her and his serious expression drew her out of the slumberous state she’d been drifting in.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “There’s nothing you want to tell us both?”

  Was there? She couldn’t think of anything she’d left missed out. She shook her head. “No.”

  Roarke looked over her shoulder at Sam who’d grown stiff behind her. “Is there a reason you’ve been spending quite a lot of time in the bathroom lately?”

  She stiffened. What?

  “You’re keeping watch on my bathroom time?” What the hell?

  She tried to sit up, but Roarke held her gently down. Sam wrapped himself around her. He placed his arm around her waist, rested one leg on top of hers and pushed his face into her neck. “Don’t be mad at me.”

  She heard the pleading in his voice. Along with a tinge of guilt. Her anger faded.

  “Sam, I’m not mad. I’m not even sure what’s going on. What are you asking me?”

  “Ava, we’re worried you’re spitting again,” Roarke said gently. “It’s all right, little one. You can be honest with us.”

  “Roarke, I—”

  “There are no recriminations here. No guilt. We’ll contact your counsellor again, get you an appointment in the new year.”

  “Roarke, you’re not—”

  “In the meantime, Sam and I will keep a watch over what you eat—”

  She reached up and placed her hand over his mouth. Bit of a daring thing to do to your Dom, but what was a girl supposed to do when he wouldn’t shut up and listen?

  “Roarke, I’m not spitting again.”

  He stared down at her, clearly not sure whether to believe her. She breathed out a deep sigh. “I’m not. I promise. What made you think I was?”