A Naughty Santa Gram

by Alyssa D Mynx

  "Yes, God, yes, give me your fucking cocks.”

  Ethan groans, and I rest my head on a pillow, tipping my head back. Johnny shifts forward, moving my legs over his shoulders, while Ethan moves his cock to the tip of my mouth. Almost as if they can read each other’s minds, both enter me at the same time, filling me up and pleasing my body.

  I take every inch of Ethan into my mouth, going past the gag and into my throat. Johnny fills me, and I hum around Ethan's cock, body tense.

  "Fuck, Poppet, your throat feels so good around my cock," Ethan says as he pulls out.

  I gag then gasp, pulling away to say, "Ethan, please face fuck me. Johnny, make me feel good."

  Johnny slams into me, and Ethan gives no quarter, taking my mouth. He uses his hands to hold my head still, letting Johnny's deep thrusts push him into my mouth. Soon enough, the salty taste of cum fills my mouth, and Ethan goes deep, holding there. I swallow around his cock, and he shudders as he comes. Releasing my mouth, I gasp and adjust my sore neck as Johnny is still going strong.

  "Love, I need a different angle," he says between thrusts. "Can you handle all fours?"

  "Fuck yes," I moan. Johnny releases my legs and pulls out, then flips me almost by himself. I put the pillow beneath my chest and rest down on it, ass up, tits down, and Johnny enters me in one swift stroke.

  The angle has changed just enough, and I'm so horny and wet he slips right in. Skin slaps skin, and he picks up his pace, racing both of us towards the finish line.

  "Johnny, I'm going to cum," I shout.

  SMACK. The shock of a smack to my ass has me clenching, right on the edge.

  "Wait just a little longer, Love, and I'll cum with you," Johnny pants, his thrusts picking up speed but becoming more erratic.

  "Hurry," is all I can say.

  Ethan moves from my head to behind Johnny, doing something. Whatever it is, it causes him to give a mighty groan and one last hard push into my hungry pussy. He reaches down and tweaks my clit, and soon I'm lost in the space of pleasure, ripples of electricity flowing through me.

  Both guys collapse around me again, cuddling up and making a Blake sandwich.

  "You guys sure know how to make a girl feel good."

  "We try," they say together, then glance at each other and chuckle.

  "Now, Poppet, we have to take care of you. Are you feeling cared for?"

  "Yes, Ethan, I am," I reply, turning my cheek to his shoulder and nuzzling him.

  "Then allow us to care for you some more. I noticed that shower is big enough for three... What say we go another round in there?" Johnny suggests. I look at him, see the glint in his eye, and grin back.

  "I mean, Drake did say care for me, and you did make me messy. I suppose you should take care of that for me too, hmm?"

  "Indeed," Ethan says, hopping up and scooping me into his arms. "Johnny, get it ready. We've got our woman to clean."

  After almost being late to work and long hours with Dennis doing a ton of deliveries, I'm kind of a mess as I pull Cherry up to the gate to the guys' house. I have my slouchy sweatpants on (No, these don't say fuck you. They say, "These are my Grumpy pants" down the sides) as well as a tight tank and big black hoodie. My makeup is wiped off, my damp hair is in a messy bun, and I'm basically a big ‘ol mess. Oh well though, Bossman said to be here, so here I am.

  I drive up in the dark again, but at least this time I can get a view of the house. The perfect lawn leads up to the pillars surrounding the double doors. I park in the front, as I don't see a garage, though I'm assuming it’s at least a five-car one.

  Nobody greets me outside, and I take those few moments walking up to the steps to take a deep breath. Last time I was here I sprinted away. Hopefully this time it's a slower walk.

  Reaching for the doorbell, I pause. There's pounding music inside, so I really hope they can hear this. I push it and wait. It's not cold out, but dammit, they could hurry the fuck―

  "Sweetness! You made it! Come in, come in," Landon ushers, taking my arm and tugging me inside. "GUYS!" he yells. "She's here!"

  The music is turned down, and there is some yelling I can't understand. I step further into the house, past the foyer, and into the beginnings of a two-story great room. Literally, their house is a mansion. You walk into all hardwood and cream walls. Off the foyer is what looks like a dining room to the left, and a living room to the right. Two sets of staircases lead up from the foyer, like those grand ones you see in ritzy hotels in movies.

  "Here, let's get your hoodie hung up and your," he glances down at my feet and chuckles, "hot pink slippers put away." I don't see why he's laughing; these things are fucking comfortable.

  "They're actually Uggs, not slippers. But only fashionable people know that."

  "Ouch, Sweetheart, you wound me," he teases.

  We move past the staircases and just to the left. Under the stairs is a little coat room area. This place must be old to have these cool built-ins like this.

  "This is Drake and Xav's closet, plus guests. They like theirs particular and in order. The boys and I have one on the other side that's, well, not suitable for anyone with cleanliness anxiety." I just shake my head at the differences in my men and tuck my Uggs into a small nook.

  Creaking footsteps sound behind me, and I turn. Xav and Ethan are coming from the big room, what I'd call a great room.

  Ethan comes over and gives me a great big hug. "I missed you, Poppet."

  "Seriously? I saw you like eight hours ago, ya big lunkhead," I tease, laughing at him.

  "Still, I missed you," he murmurs in my ear before letting me go.

  I nod at Xav, and he rolls his eyes, reaching out to snag my sweater and reel me in.

  "You should know better than that. I'd expect you to say hello a bit more enthusiastically after last night," he comments, tugging me slowly closer.

  I dig in my heels, and he stops pulling. I gulp and force out the words that I need him and Landon to hear.

  "Are you, do you, well... Do you still want me? Respect me? Like, you don't think I'm weird or gross for any of this?" I whisper, dreading the answers.

  "Sweetness, no," Landon says, coming behind me and dropping a kiss to the top of my head with arms around me. "I think the world of you, and I’m so glad to know you and to have you in my life." He gives me a squeeze before letting me go.

  Xav pulls me into his arms, turning me to face away from him, my arms crossing my body. "Firecracker," he rumbles into my ear, "I'd never think anything less of you for who you love. I told you in the beginning, I only allow certain people to get close to me, and you? You live in my very soul, and there's nowhere closer you can get."

  Tears spring to my eyes at this, and I turn, reaching for Xav's neck. He leans down, so I can wrap my arms around him and grabs me under the butt, swinging me up into his arms to carry me like a child. I'm good with that though, because my faucets are leaking again.

  We move through the house, I'm honestly not sure where to, until Xav takes a seat on something cushy, and I'm settled on his lap. When I finally peek my head out, all I can see is a wide expanse of windows looking onto what I expect is the backyard. I push gently, and Xav lets me move in his lap, shifting to sit on him with my back to the arm of the couch. From here, I can see the rest of the space.

  We are in an area with some armchairs and this couch, facing the window and each other, a step down from the main great space. On the main level there is more seating, couches and loveseats, but the light is brighter. Where I am, it's dim and comfortable, more safe and relaxing of a setting.

  Ethan and Landon have moved back over to the large island and are chilling on the hightops. Beyond them, Johnny is in the kitchen cooking something that's working up an appetite in me. I'm not sure what he's making, but it smells like mouthwatering steak and something spicy.

  My stomach rumbles, and Xav chuckles softly. "Do we need to feed our girl?"

  "Say that again," I beg, snuggling up to him.

  "Do we―"
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  "No, the end, please."

  "Our girl?"

  "Yeah."

  "Our girl,” he says with a satisfied grin.

  "Am I really? All of yours? Can it really work to share someone? Can I really have all of you?"

  "Yes, Firecracker, you can. And we can all have you. It'll work out, just wait. As soon as Drake gets here, we can eat and discuss some things."

  I nod, figuring that's a sound plan. My phone vibrates, and I pull it out, expecting a notification or something from Jenna. It's a text from my mother. Shit.

  I tense up and delete it before I even read it.

  "Blake, is there something you need to be telling us?" he asks, gesturing to my phone.

  Another text from my mother comes in, and I delete it as well, then turn off my phone.

  Sigh. "Yeah. I'll tell you guys tonight after supper if that's ok? It's kind of a long, hard conversation. Definitely not something to discuss over dinner."

  "That's fine. Now, I think you'd better go tell Johnny hello. I have a feeling he's missed you."

  I nod and get up off his lap, crossing the large area and ending up in what has to be an industrial-sized kitchen. There's lots of shiny stuff with all the cream and dark wood, and Johnny is moving quickly, tossing things into a big pan, while checking the oven and cooking on an indoor grill.

  I slide around the end of the island, touching Ethan and Landon's shoulders as I pass and getting a small smack from Landon for my trouble, and move a little closer to Johnny.

  He finally notices me and gives me a huge grin. "Love!" he yells. "Give me just a moment, and I'll come squeeze your adorable little self."

  "Adorable? I'm sexy!" I admonish, hands on my hips.

  "Sweetness, you're sexy, yes, but that outfit? I seriously want to pick you up and cuddle you just like Xav got to,” Landon states, looking me up and down with a grin on his face.

  "Agreed, Love. That's what I meant because you're sexy, but today you just look cute and cuddly like a little kitten,” Johnny adds.

  "Call me cute and cuddly again, boys, and I'll show you some kitty claws," I threaten, bringing my hands up. The fact that my sleeves go past my hands by a good six inches makes lifting my claws up to show my anger hard. It just ends up with my sleeves hanging over my hands and the guys getting another good chuckle out of it.

  "Fuck you guys. I'm an evil little cat."

  "Oh, Brat, you did fuck us. And that pussy of yours is quite the evil little thing, making me want it so badly," Drake says from behind.

  I twirl around, claws still extended, and all I get from him is a laugh.

  "Brat, you're going to have to dress a little differently if you want to be considered evil, dangerous, or anything else. Right now, you're the poster child for adorable but homeless.”

  I throw up both hands and leave the kitchen, skirting all the jerkfaces there and going back to Xav.

  "You think I'm sexy, don't you, Xav?" I ask, climbing back into his lap where it's safe.

  "You feel this, Firecracker?" he asks, bringing my hand down to his pants, pants that are straining from the cock pushing at it.

  "Mmm, yes."

  "I'd say I find you sexy then, wouldn't you?"

  "I'd say that's a good indicator for me." I giggle, running one finger across the bulge.

  "I see what you two are doing over there," Landon hollers. "Knock it off, the kid says it's supper time."

  I cuddle closer to Xav for just a moment longer, then scramble off of him.

  "You know," I tell him in a conspiratorial whisper, "if you'd worn sweats like me, you wouldn't be as uncomfortable with your... predicament."

  "If you weren't so adorable in those sweats, I wouldn't have this problem," he counters.

  "You said I was sexy!" I cry.

  "Oh, Firecracker, you are, but you're also adorable."

  "Hmph," is all I can say as I follow the smells of the food into the kitchen.

  Past the industrial area is a little breakfast nook, complete with table and benches, enough to seat 6 people comfortably. Johnny is carrying a platter of steak, Landon's got the bowl of sauteed veggies, and Ethan has a bowl of mashed potatoes.

  They settle the food on the old farmhouse style table, and everyone takes their places. Xav is at one end of the table, Drake at the other, while Ethan and Johnny take one bench, and Landon the other by himself.

  "Well, either someone's letting me on their lap, or I'm between Landon and Drake." I grin.

  "Sit your ass down, Sweetheart. I'm hungry."

  "Geesh, now you're getting bossy, too? Are you all going to be a bit bossy?"

  "Damn straight," all five say in unison.

  "God, help me now.”

  After stuffing myself to the brim and watching with fascination as each guy ate his weight in food, we all carry dishes to the kitchen then settle in the great room on one of the clusters of couches.

  "I can see why you guys host here. You’ve got a shit ton of space and seating. Have you ever had a big Christmas thing here? It'd be fun to decorate," I comment from between Johnny and Ethan. They've really taken to making me their sandwich. Not that I’m complaining.

  "We have. Well, sort of. Mostly we let the women of our families do that. They just take over," Johnny says.

  "Women of your families?" There's a heat rising in me.

  "Yeah, moms, sisters, sister-in-laws, grandmas. The women," he repeats.

  "So all of your families come here? How many people are here for Christmas?"

  "Oh, they don't come ON Christmas. They come New Year’s Day and usually stay ‘til the third. Christmas is busy for us, and then we all take a vacation right after. Sometimes vacation, sometimes staycation," Ethan adds.

  "Ok, then how many are here on New Year's Day?"

  "Around fifty of us," Xav replies from the couch across from us.

  "Holy shit."

  "Yeah, blame it on Johnny; his family doesn't know when to stop popping out kids," Landon ribs from the nearby loveseat, leaning over to punch Johnny in the arm.

  "No fighting, you guys, come on," Drake adds, reclining back on the couch next to Xav.

  "How many family members will you add to the mix this year?" I blush, and Johnny rushes to add, "Or next year, I mean, nothing's permanent yet. Sorry."

  "It's not that. I won't be bringing any blood relatives to the table if that's what you're asking. Just Jenna."

  "Wait, haven't you been receiving calls from your mother? Won't she be here?" Johnny asks, a wrinkle on his forehead.

  I draw my knees to my chest and make myself smaller, replying with a cold, "Never."

  Memories assail me of yelling, screaming, glass breaking, and I shake my head.

  "Firecracker, is this part of the thing you needed to tell us tonight?" Xav inquires softly.

  I nod my head.

  "Do you want to talk over there?"

  I shake my head no, throat tight with the explanations I’ll soon have to give.

  "Do you want to sit in my lap again?"

  I nod and quickly move over to Xav’s lap. Settling against the arm of the couch, my legs drape across his, one of his arms around me, and my feet across Drake’s lap. My emotions are all over the place, and I want to feel safe and secure.

  "Go ahead, Blake. You're safe here," Xav softly croons to me.

  I barely whisper, "What if you guys don't like what you hear?"

  "Then we will discuss it like a family, as we've always done. You're a part of this family too, Firecracker, if you accept us, because we've already chosen you."

  I nod and point at the fuzzy brown blanket on the empty couch before choking out, “May I use that?” Ethan grabs it, opening it with a soft flourish, then gently settles it over my lap before tucking it around me.

  "Take a moment and breathe for me," Drake instructs, taking my feet in his hands and rubbing them.

  I inhale and hold, then slowly let it out before I start on my story.

  "I didn't grow up in a very g
ood household. My dad walked out on my mom when I was four. All I remember of him is an angry man who yelled and hit my mom and me, who left one day and never came back."

  Xav takes this moment to cradle me closer.

  "We moved a lot after that, pretty much from one man's place to another as my mom dated them. Most of them were like I remembered my dad being: abusive. They almost all hit my mom, and some of them would get angry and slap me around. I tried going to the police, but all they saw was a dirty little girl looking for attention.

  "Then there were the special few that tried more than slapping me around. I was ten when the first man touched me. He threatened me with a gun to keep me from telling my mom. He never put anything inside of me, but he made me touch him through his pants. Finally, he got sloppy, and my mom caught him. She yelled at him, and by evening we were gone, living in a women's shelter, but my mother always had a backup man. I'm sure she had a side man with every single relationship. Three more relationships, and two more of them tried to touch me. Each time, my mother stopped them. Then she met the ‘man of her dreams'."

  I'm starting to shake now, the old fear fluttering through my veins, my anxiety bringing tremors to my hands. Xav tucks the blanket closer around me, and Johnny moves to sit on the ground next to me, face pale.

  "His name is Craig. He was the first man since my dad left that didn't hit my mom more than a few times a week. He was nice to her when he wasn't beating her, and was nice to me as well. At least until after the wedding that things got worse. Oh, he stayed in the goods with my mom, but he joined that special club of touchers after they exchanged vows. One good thing about Craig, though, is that he had a house, which meant I got a bedroom with a door. A door that locked and swung in, so I could block him out at night.

  "That's the year I met my best friend, Danielle. We still keep in touch, but not a lot. She's in a shitty relationship, too. I stayed over at her house often, even though I knew her mother hated me. She told me repeatedly that I was trash from the wrong side of town and didn't want her precious daughter dirtying herself with me. She's a bitch.

  "If it weren't for Danielle, I don't know that I would have lived through high school. As it was, I pushed myself hard, stayed out studying, and finished more than a year early. I was sixteen when I headed to college, turning seventeen a few weeks into the semester. Mom and I had papers signed, and all I had to do was move in."