Unwrapping Holly

Lincoln grinned at me, then went back to feeding her his cock. I took her slowly at first, with long, controlled strokes that made her chest bounce and her body rock. Of all the things I loved most, it was fucking her with her G-string on. There was something extra sexy and wonderful about leaving her panties on and just yanking them to the side. About feeling the lacy fabric rub gently against my shaft, every time I plunged in and out of her.

Brody had joined Lincoln on the other side of her head, and now she was trying to go down on them both. She had one hand on each of their cocks, alternating between sucking and stroking them. Her head flailed left and right as I fucked her, blowing one while pumping the other. And all the while, whimpering softly as I picked up the pace.

I think I’m in love with you…

My own words rattled around in my brain. They were difficult to arrive at, and even harder to form. But they were also the truth, and they’d felt amazingly cathartic when I’d finally told her.

The car ride from New York City to Maine had been eleven hours of freedom, honesty, and self-reflection. I’d not only decided I really did love her, but that I’d probably loved her all along. That strange day in the coffee shop, meeting the others, had somehow been the beginning of something much bigger than I’d ever imagined. And the more I tried to deny its magnitude, or attempted to tell myself it couldn’t possibly be as deep as it was?

The more I realized I was just flat out lying to myself.

Holly was switching between her other two lovers again when she stopped halfway. Looking straight up at me, still bouncing gently with my every movement, her eyes met mine.

/> I love you… she mouthed with her lips. She said it lustily, and with an unapologetic smile. Most of all she said it in full view of Lincoln on one side, and Brody on the other. Not caring if either or both of them saw.

That could only mean one thing: Holly had told them she loved them too. In which case they’d professed their own feelings for her, which I obviously already knew because I’d had conversations with the both of them.

All the cards are on the table then.

It was a big realization. A huge step in the direction of total transparency. But it was also a welcome one, because it meant that all four of us were being completely honest.

What if she really does love you all?

For the first time, the possibility cemented itself in my head. It was suddenly concrete, totally real. Sharing her with the others wasn’t just something we were trying out — it was something much more permanent. Our group dynamic suddenly didn’t seem like so much of a temporary competition for her ultimate affections, but more like… more like…

More like a stable relationship.

I shifted her legs higher, until her calves rested on my shoulders. Then I began to really pound her out. Holly’s eyes flared, her whimpers coming louder and more frequently as I fucked her harder and deeper. She looked over-the-top sexy in her Christmas lingerie, and I found myself quickly losing control.

“Switch off…” I breathed, just as I felt the come rising inside me. It was boiling in my balls now. Begging me to release it, deep in her tight, beautiful channel.

Could you all continue to love her?

It was an amazing question. The million-dollar question.

Love her without reservations, without jealousy… like you’re doing right now?

Holly spread her thighs again as I passed her over to Lincoln, watching him position himself between her legs. It was such a turn on, watching her fuck. Watching her get fucked. Watching her suck me, or Brody, or Lincoln, or—

Yes. I could.

Strangely enough, I found myself answering my own question.

With these guys? The way things are now?

I sighed as Holly’s hand wrapped around me. Her warm mouth closed over my manhood, as she took me deep against the back of her throat.

Yes.

Fifty-Three

LINCOLN

For some reason she felt different this time, more eager, more frenzied than ever before. It could’ve been because there were three of us now. Or maybe it was because we’d been teasing her all day, and the anticipation of finally bedding her together was just too much to bear.

It didn’t hurt, of course, that she was dressed like one of Santa’s naughtiest helpers. Holly’s eyes screwed shut as I sank into her, her nipples stiffening upward as her back arched.

“Fuck me…”