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Ellie and I stand in the kitchen and let the party come to us. It’s always the best room in the house so we staked our claim early doors.
It’s the third Christmas do this week and we’re basically going from one hangover to another. Wham! are singing about last Christmas and losing their heart the very next day reminding me of school discos and shy kisses. It never gets old that one, but I don’t like to dwell on the past. I like to live in the moment and right now I must admit to feeling a little restless.
I watch Lucas walk in and grab a handful of dry roasted peanuts and a bottle of Speckled Hen. I like how those jeans hug his arse and how his legs just seem to go on for ever.
“I’m bored,” I whisper in Ellie’s ear.
She follows my gaze and I see a little smile tug at her mouth when her eyes land on the best arse this side of the Pennines.
Lucas looks up and catches me ogling his arse. I’m not phased – it does after all – belong to me.
“Get your fine arse over here, Lucas.”
He saunters over trying to look like he’s got a choice. I try not to laugh. He’s too cute.
Lucas’ words trail off as our hosts announce fireworks are about to be set off in the back garden. Drinks are topped up, coats grabbed and everyone clears out with murmurs of excitement.
All except Ellie, Lucas and I.
I think an opportunity has just presented itself.
I look at Ellie and tilt my head to one side. We’ve known each other for a while and I’m pretty sure she’ll be into this, but one can never be entirely sure until the words are said – the desire stated loud and clear.
“What are you thinking?” She asks clearly understanding that we are at our own little crossroads.
I’m not much for subtlety at the best of times. I find blunt and to the point gets me what I want more often than not.
So I meet her eyes and say, “I’m thinking I want to see Lucas on his knees with his face between your legs.” I see the excitement flare in her eyes and the blush stain her cheeks and hold my breath.
Lucas takes a step closer to me. I can practically feel him vibrating with excitement. His whispered words in our dark bedroom are hopefully about to come true.
Ellie looks at Lucas. She wants him; it’s clear to see, but she’s hesitating.
My hand goes to the back of Lucas’ neck and I pull him in for a slow, deep kiss. My eyes are open but I’m not looking at Lucas, I’m looking at Ellie. I lick into his mouth, deep, then suck on his top lip and listen to him moan. I love giving him what he wants.
Her eyes move from the kiss to mine as she says, “Get on your knees, Lucas” and delivers an early Christmas present.
I blink and he’s already on the floor pushing her skirt up. The colour is high on his cheeks and he is so fucking eager. It’s beautiful. He wants to show her how good he is, he wants to make me proud. There’s no shame in that. No, the shame he feels is in his need to be used – objectified. It’s that little twist in his gut that gets him off. That and being watched.
He licks her over black satin. I circle behind him, watching his head bob and move on her, seeing Ellie bite her lower lip, knowing he has struck gold straight away.
Fireworks pop like gunfire to a loud cheer from the crowd.
“There isn’t much time, Lucas. Get her knickers off.”
He hooks his fingers into the black satin and pulls them down over her hips. Quickly, she kicks them off one foot and opens her legs for him. I see neatly trimmed black curls and Lucas’ fingers spreading her open. She is shiny and pink and I feel my mouth water as my eyes roam over her heaving tits and her flushed cheeks.
I realise this isn’t just Lucas’ Christmas present. I feel the need to dominate them both rush through my body. I want to orchestrate each move, hold her down with my hands and the weight of my body while Lucas fucks her. I want to sit back and watch his cock sink into her body.
I take a deep breath and rein myself in. Now isn’t the time.
Her hand is in his hair and she’s watching what he’s doing to her. Holding his face tight against her, he sucks and licks her clit. Her hips roll and thrust against him seeking friction, seeking to get what she needs from the man at her feet.
“Oh God! I’m close….”
She lifts her head with effort to look at me.
“Ride his face, Ellie. Use him however you want. Get off on him, that’s what he’s there for.” My quiet encouragement is all she needs.
She uses both hands to hold his head and demands he hold his tongue out. “Yes, like that. Just like that.” She whispers as she grinds on his face. It quickly becomes a frenzy of movement and muffled sounds.
A high piercing whistle, followed by a series of bangs, barely register as I walk towards Ellie. I stand by her side and look down at my boyfriend’s glistening flushed face. His eyes are glazed with lust and his dick is pressed uncomfortably against the fly of his jeans.
He is a picture of debauchery and it is such a beautiful image.
Lucas is working hard for her and I want payment.
I take hold of her face and turn her towards me. She opens her mouth and shouts her orgasm into mine.
It really is the most wonderful time of the year.
Thanks for reading!
Head on over to Kayla’s place for loads more Masturbation Monday goodness. I’m also posting this for the #AwesomeChristmasErotica meme that Exhibit A is running through December. Have a look at the other posts and get in the mood for Christmas 😉