CHAPTER THREE - STUFFED STOCKINGS 3

Claire’s POV

I kept pounding on the door until I hit the handle with my shoulder. The door flew inward, a rush of cold snow and mountain wind following me in. For a second I just stood there, dripping and gasping, the storm roaring behind me like an angry god.

Then everything went still.

Three people stared at me from the fire-lit reception room.

Ava’s head snapped up, eyes wide. Liam’s hands stilled on her thighs. Ethan pulled back, lips parted, a flush climbing his throat. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the storm and the crackle of logs.

The woman (Ava), didn’t move right away. Her gaze found mine and held it, sharp, assessing, unashamed.

My brain finally caught up with my body. I’d just barged into a private moment that had nothing to do with me.

I should have stammered an apology, backed into the snow. Instead, heat surged through me, pooling low and urgent. My nipples peaked against my wet sweater. My clit throbbed. I couldn’t look away.

Ava recovered first, a slow smile curving her mouth. “Well, damn. The storm sent us a gift.”

I didn’t move off Liam, only shifted her weight, letting his cock nudge her clit through the lace. A soft, deliberate sound escaped her.

Liam’s gaze raked over me. My dripping body creating a poodle of water, jeans clinging to my thighs, sweater molded to every curve. “You’re soaked,” he said, voice rough.

“Claire Monroe,” I managed. “Travel writer. The pass is closed. I just…needed Ilter.”

Ethan stood, shirt unbuttoned, chest rising fast. “We weren’t expecting company.” His eyes lingered on the wet fabric clinging to my breasts. “But the fire’s warm. And we’re… flexible.”

Ava laughed, low and wicked. “We were about to take this to the rug.” I rocked against Liam once, slow, making him curse under his breath. “You can warm up by the fire. Or watch. Or—”

I let the word hang, her gaze locking on mine. It felt like fingers sliding under my skin.

I swallowed hard. “I’ve never—”

Say it out loud, my mind finished. Never admitted the fantasy that haunted my loneliest nights. Three bodies, no boundaries, just hands and mouths and the dizzy, filthy thrill of being the center of it all.

A threesome. No, a foursome.

God, I’d written about desire in every corner of the world, but I’d never let myself have it.

Ava tilted her head. “Never what, Claire?”

“Been part of… this.” My voice cracked. I gestured at them. At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs.

“It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.”

Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw.

“Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.”

Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

I obeyed, trembling. The sweater peeled away, cold air hitting my skin, then Ava’s warm hands unhooking my bra. My breasts spilled free, nipples tight and aching. Ethan’s sharp inhale cut through the room. Liam’s gaze dropped, hungry.

Ava’s lips grazed my ear. “We want you, Claire. Say yes.”

My panties were soaked, and not from the storm. “Yes.”

Liam’s mouth claimed mine, no hesitation, tongue stroking deep.

“Hmmm…” I moaned into him, hands fisting his shirt.

Ava’s fingers popped my jeans button, shoving denim and lace down my hips.

Ethan knelt, mouth hot on the back of my thigh, teeth grazing my ass as he tugged my boots free.

“Ahhh..” I panted as his teeth on my ass almost made me cum.

They guided me to the rug like I was something precious and breakable. Liam laid me down, spreading my thighs with reverent hands.

Ava straddled my waist, breasts brushing mine as I kissed me slow and filthy, tongue curling against mine.

Ethan’s mouth found my clit and without warning, he licked me. In one long, perfect lick that tore a cry from my throat.

“Fuck,” I gasped, bucking my hips.

“Please….more”

Liam knelt beside my head, cock in hand, stroking as he watched Ethan devour me.

“Tell us, writer. What do you need?”

“Everything,” I panted. “Your mouth…Ava. Ethan inside me. Liam…God, I want all of you.”

Ava laughed, delighted, and shifted up my body until her pussy hovered over my lips.

“Start here.”

I lick into her, tasting salt and heat.

“Nghhh…mm” her moan vibrates through me. I rocked against my tongue, fingers tangled in my hair.

Liam feeds his cock into my hand, then guides it to my mouth.

I suck him deep, cheeks hollow, while Ethan slid two fingers inside me, curling hard.

The sounds we made were obscene. Wet mouths, broken gasps, the fire’s low crackle.

“Ahhh…I'm…gonna cum” Ava screams as Liam inserts his fingers into her pussy.

Liam was next, his thighs clamping my head, as his cum pulses down my throat.

“Shit…..that was sexy” he smirked.

Ethan rose, rolling on a condom with shaking hands, and sank into me in one slow thrust.

“Ahhh….. fuckkkkk” I scream as his massive cock stretches me open.

I arch off the rug, pleasure and pain mixing as my pussy stretches to accommodate his size.

“Hmm…nghh” Ava kissed me through it, swallowing my cries as Ethan fucked me deep and steady.

Liam’s fingers found my clit, circling in time with Ethan’s hips.

“Hmm…” I scream into Ava's mouth as I shatter clenching around him. My eyes rolling into the back of my head in pleasure.

They didn’t stop.

Ava took Ethan’s place, strap-on slick and thick, while Liam lifted me onto his lap, sliding into my ass with careful, relentless pressure.

“Fuck…me….ahhh”

The stretch was burning so good I sobbed.

“Please…. right there…. don't stop”I shudder, coming again from the fullness, from the way they moved like they’d rehearsed this for me.

We lose track of the time.

We changed positions -Ethan’s dick in my mouth, Ava’s strap in my pussy, Liam’s fingers teasing my clit until I begged.

“Please….too much…….I can't take it”

“Oh hush, you slut…. You’ll take us all in this pretty cunt of yours until we completely ruin your sweet pussy” Liam groans, the dirty words make me cum again as tears streaked down my face.

I came so many times I lost count. I couldn't scream again, my voice was hoarse, body floating.

When the storm finally eased outside, we collapsed in a heap of limbs and ragged breaths. The rug was a lost cause, and so was I.

Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach.

“Still catching the morning train?”

I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.”

Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.”

Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.”

I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again.

The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.