He laughed, kissed my cheek, and began to nibble my neck until I was twisting and giggling under him.
“Okay, okay!” I laughed loudly and tried to get away. “I’m up! I have to shower first, though. I seem to be a little sticky this morning.”
“I can’t imagine why,” Kingston said and kissed lower until he turned and kissed my pussy, just the mound. He inhaled and made a noise of pleasure, then slipped his tongue into my slit.
I gasped and ran my fingernails along his back, resting my hand on the curve of his ass. He was so beautiful in the morning light like some ancient god come to life with his perfectly sculpted body. I still marveled that my first love was here with me in moments like this when life seemed far away, and I remembered falling for him when we were children. Life was amazing that way, keeping us together all these years.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” I asked lazily with a small laugh. “It’s pretty ripe this morning.”
“My favorite way to taste it,” he growled and licked again. He was upside down but managed to spread my lips with his fingers and find my clit. He lapped at me, slowly and sensually, until I couldn’t hold back.
I moaned his name and cupped his ass cheek in my hand. As my pleasure built, I woke up more and more and loved him for it. What an alarm clock.
I wanted him, though, so I grabbed his cock and helped him adjust, so it was within mouth distance. I slowly licked up and down, tasting the soap from his recent shower. I sucked harder as he tongued my clit, and took a moment to lick my finger with his cock.
I quickly cupped his ass cheek again and prodded at his puckered hole with the tip of my finger, the one I kept a short nail on just for moments like this.
I paused and relaxed, let me slide it in, and then kept going.
I sucked his cock, he lapped hungrily at my clit, and I fingered his asshole, knowing exactly where I needed to press to get him worked up harder. There was something about hitting his prostate. It was like a button to turn him into a higher mode, one where he could come twice as hard and shoot more hot jizz into my mouth.
That’s why I loved being fucked by him when he was being fucked by Ryker, and there was always so much more to it when we were all bound together.
We didn’t last long together, and as I was gasping my release, he tensed up, and I knew what was going to happen. I pressed his prostate harder inside, swirled my tongue around the edge of the head of his cock, and ran my other hand down his thick, muscled thigh. I loved his body so much, just feeling it was enough to get me wet and ready and add that dimension to my orgasm that sent me to another level of pleasure.
“Fuck, Evie,” he grunted at last and flooded my mouth with his hot seed. I sucked it down, the salty tang of it familiar to me now. “Fuck, I love you, Evie girl. My princess, my little queen. I love you so much.”
The way he said it sent shivers down my spine and struck something inside of my head. I really felt it then, felt it like a tightening around my heart, safety, and reassurance that this was it. This was my love, where I was meant to be, and where I would be safe forever.
It wasn’t just about my Kings. It was about my original King. My first love, the alpha to me, my partner in this crazy relationship.
I loved them all. I really did. I felt that love in every cell of my body, but there was something about my first love that hit differently.
Not that any of it mattered now, we had breakfast to make, three others to feed, and presents to exchange.
I rolled out of bed when we were done and felt his eyes on me as I strolled toward the bathroom for a shower. I could hear the sounds of my Kings in the kitchen, their voices talking and teasing each other. I could smell bacon and coffee and the fireplace roaring with a fresh fire.
I was content, I was loved, and I was happier than I was with anybody else in any place on the planet.
Where my Kings were, I was home.
I pulled on a cozy, soft onesie that was decorated with little bunnies wearing Santa hats and headed into the kitchen in search of food and coffee. Not necessarily in that order.
I was greeted with love and kisses from my Kings, and before I could do anything at all, Archer took my hand and led me to the overstuffed leather chair near the fireplace.
“You have to open your presents,” he said. “I’ll bring you coffee and a sugar cookie to tide you over until brunch, but we have to see you open presents.”
“No arguing. We have to do this,” Valen said, bouncing nervously on his heels. I looked at each of them one at a time, and they were all looking a little suspicious. There was a definite nervous buzz in the air, and that gave me a shot of nervous adrenaline.
“You guys have presents, too,” I said. I’d send all of their gifts up with our house staff when they set up the cabin for us. There were piles of brightly wrapped boxes under the gigantic tree. “Who’s gonna play Santa this year?”
Every year one of them took on the important role of handing out all the presents. Last year it had been Ryker, my tattooed, pierced, sexy Santa. This year it remained to be seen. They’d have to play rock, paper, scissors for it or decide some other way.
“Kingston is up,” Ryker said. “We already decided.”
They were practically vibrating by that point, and I still couldn’t figure out what they had going on to make them so nervous.
I glanced around and realized I still didn’t have my coffee or something to nibble on, so I stood up to get it myself. That in itself was unusual. I was normally waited on by my Kings. They treated me like their queen. It was weird for them to forget my drink and cookie like that.