CHRISTMAS IS MERRY IN THREES (3)

SCARLETT.

We take a break—hydrate, catch our breath, change condoms.

I'm sprawled across the bed feeling pleasantly used and extremely satisfied when Jackson says, "So what else are you into?"

I prop myself up on my elbows. "What do you mean?"

"You do this professionally," he gestures vaguely. "You must have favorite things. Things that really work for you."

I consider. "I like it rough sometimes. Being held down. Told what to do even though I'm the one in charge—if that makes sense."

"It does," Marcus says.

"I like using my mouth," I continue. "I'm really good at it and I enjoy the power dynamic. And I love..." I pause. "Multiple partners at once. Which is why you're all here."

"At once," Liam repeats. "Like... at the same time?"

"If you're offering."

They exchange looks again.

"We've never..." Marcus starts.

"That's fine. We'll go at whatever pace everyone's comfortable with." I sit up. "But if you're willing to experiment, I have some ideas."

"I'm listening," Jackson says.

"Liam on his back. I ride him. Marcus behind me. Jackson, I want you in my mouth."

Silence for about two seconds.

Then Liam's moving, lying back against the pillows, already getting hard again. Stamina—I appreciate that in a man.

I straddle him, sinking down slowly while maintaining eye contact. He fills me perfectly and I roll my hips, getting used to the angle.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans.

Marcus moves behind me, hands on my waist. "You sure about this?"

"Positive. There's lube in the drawer."

I feel him preparing me carefully, taking his time, and I appreciate it. When he finally presses inside, the stretch is intense but not painful, and having both of them inside me is absolutely incredible.

"Oh my god," I breathe. "Yes. Move—please move—"

They find a rhythm, alternating, and the sensation is overwhelming. I'm so full, stretched in ways that feel impossibly good, and when Jackson moves to the side of the bed, cock in hand, I eagerly take him in my mouth.

This is what I wanted. This is perfect.

They fuck me in synchronization—Liam's hands on my breasts, Marcus gripping my hips, Jackson's hand gentle in my hair. I'm making sounds I've never made before, completely lost in pleasure.

"She's incredible," Liam gasps. "The way she's taking all of us—"

"So fucking good," Marcus agrees, his voice strained.

I can feel another orgasm building, stronger than the others, and I pull off Jackson long enough to say, "Don't stop—I'm so close—"

They don't stop. They fuck me harder, faster, and when I come it's explosive. My whole body locks up and I scream, clenching around both of them.

Liam comes first, hips jerking up into me. Then Marcus, groaning into my shoulder. And finally Jackson, finishing in my mouth while I swallow every drop.

We collapse again, a sweaty tangle of satisfied bodies.

"Holy shit," Liam says after a minute.

"Yeah," I agree breathlessly.

We lie there for a while, catching our breath. Someone's playing with my hair. Someone else is tracing patterns on my thigh. It's intimate in a way I didn't expect from a random hookup.

"That was..." Marcus starts.

"Amazing," Jackson finishes.

"Best Christmas Eve ever," Liam adds.

I laugh, rolling over to look at them. "We're not done yet."

"We're not?" All three say at once.

"It's only—" I check the clock. "Eleven. We have at least another hour before I'm satisfied."

The looks they give me are a mix of disbelief and excitement.

"What did we get ourselves into?" Marcus asks, but he's grinning.

"The best night of your lives," I tell him. "Now who wants to go again?"