A White Peppermint Mocha Kind of Morning

C hilly morning air kisses the tips of my ears, but the rest of me is tucked in a pile of blankets, sandwiched between two furnaces—also known as my boyfriends .

I can't help my giggle, the sound huskier than usual with sleep. Careful not to disturb Dancer or Trev, I shimmy up to peek above the comforter. Fluffy flakes of snow dance outside the window. Twinkling lights from the village below offer a warm glow, even in the morning haze.

It's been a year since Trev and I moved to Christmas Village to be with Dancer but it still feels like a dream.

Dancer's nose presses into the space below my ear, nuzzling into my curls and inhaling deeply.

"Gobackt'sleep," he garbles out in a tangle of syllables that tickle against my neck.

"But it's snowing."

He snuggles closer, pulling me into his body. There are minor grumbles from Trev on my other side, but he shifts with us on instinct.

"It's ‘lways snowing."

"But in July. " Back home, this time of year is a blazing, humid mess that somehow leaves you sticky and sweaty.

Trevor's calves rub against my and Dancer's legs in the tangled pile we always seem to make while we sleep. His palms trace my sides in long, smooth strokes, coming to rest on my hips. He pulls gently to roll me towards him, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm still amazed by it, too, Pep." His beard brushes against my chin as he gives me another kiss, this time on the tip of my nose, making me giggle again.

"We're going to have to sprint to the door in our work clothes today." I sigh. We still travel back and forth for work, family, and friends. The commute is easy, but the quick change in temperature took some getting used to.

A muffled groan sounds behind me and I peek back over my shoulder to find Dancer with his face smooshed into his pillow, one squinting eye peeking out from beneath his mussed, blond hair.

He groans again and mirrors Trevor, head propping up on his hand, leaning in to steal his own morning kisses from me, then Trev.

"Coffee?" The word is punctuated with hope, his eyes darting from mine to Trev's with a wicked dose of puppy-like charm.

The bed rumbles with Trev's laugh and his belly jiggles against my hip. He's my squishy, gentle giant, and I love every bit of him. With one more forehead kiss, he slides out of bed, rushing to tuck the blankets back under me so I stay in my warm cocoon.

"Stop, I'm already a burrito!"

"But a warm burrito."

"A very cute burrito," Dancer adds.

Trev nods his head, satisfied with his work, and trods towards the kitchen.

"Love you!" I call out as he disappears around the corner.

"Love you more!"

"Love you most," Dancer finishes. He riffles through the blankets, undoing all of Trev's careful bundling to expose me to the cold air. Grabbing my hips like Trevor did earlier, he rolls me towards him to trace my nose with his. Bright blue eyes are no longer drooping with sleep but alight with mischief.

"Good morning, my sweet Candy girl."

I poke out my lip in a pout. "You messed up all of Trevor's hard work."

He shrugs unapologetically. "I'll warm you up, don't worry."

When his lips meet mine this time, all the softness of morning kisses is gone, replaced by a playful hunger. He deepens our kiss, tongue tracing mine in a sensual dance until I'm breathless.

Goosebumps race across my skin from both chill and need. I rub my legs together with anticipation. I can't seem to get enough of them; it's almost embarrassing how much I want them.

With a cocksure grin, he starts to explore; fingers trace across my collarbone and dip under my cami with light, teasing touches. I yelp when he pinches my nipple, the surprise bite of pain just right.

"Dance," I moan, arching into him.

Teasing hands slip lower to dip into my silk shorts. We groan in unison when his fingers finally slide along my pussy.

"Mmm, you're so wet for me already." He nips at my hip, fingers continuing to tease me in languid strokes. My hips rock in time with his touch, bucking into him when he circles my clit, but he pulls away every time I do.

"Tease," I grumble.

"You're greedy in the morning, Sweetness. I wanted to take my time, but those delicious whimpers… this soaking wet, needy little cunt…" His fingers leave my pussy; I whimper in protest, but sigh in relief when he curls them over the top of my shorts to pull them down my body. I curl forward and do the same with my cami until I'm bared completely.

He hums in approval and leans to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth. I dig my fingers into his hair and clutch him to me as my breaths turn into pants.

"I love the way you touch me," I gasp.

He releases my breast with a pop. "How many times do you think I can make you come before Trev gets back?"

I listen carefully. The clink of mugs can barely be heard from the kitchen, but the kettle hasn't whistled yet. We're a pour over house now. Dancer insisted after hyper fixating on barista skills and making the best cup of coffee he could.

"Twice."

"Challenge accepted."

"Are you sure you can—"

My words cut off with a gasp as Dancer's tongue traces me from ass to clit, settling to suck on that nub until my fingers are twisting the sheets.

"Pussy is the best breakfast," he purrs against my sex, continuing to lick me to within an inch of my sanity.

Pleasure builds like a banked campfire catching life once more. It coils low in my belly, my limbs pulling tight until I'm right on the edge. I focus on that feeling, relaxing until one last pull of his lips to my clit sends me tumbling into orgasm. Limbs tremble until the nerves in my fingertips and toes are buzzing in appreciative aftershocks.

I suck in air greedily, trying to catch my breath. The scent of coffee mixes with the cold air, but when I peek towards the door, Trev isn't there. I can still hear him working carefully in the kitchen.

"That's one," I say between heaving breaths. "You don't have much time left."

Dancer curls his arms around my thighs and pulls them wider. "Don't test me, or I'll make sure Trev and I keep you in this bed until you scream our names so many times you can't remember your own."

The three of us have spent countless hours in this bed, the shower, the locker room at the club… and even the storage at the ice skate rental booth. Dance knows just how to work my body to drive me crazy. His lips continue to work my clit as two fingers press deep inside me, curling at just the right angle to stroke every sensitive place, sliding in and out in a perfect rhythm only to be joined by a third.

"Dance," I moan. "So good!" I fist my fingers in his hair as another orgasm hits me. This one doesn't have the slow build and languid pleasure as the last. It hits hard and fast, stealing my breath again.

I flop back against the mattress, and Dancer rests his head on my inner thigh, chuckling with smug satisfaction like the cat who got the cream just as Trev returns.

"I was going to go for three. You didn't have to rush."

"I could hear you starting without me," Trevor chides. "To think I went and made you coffee, and this is the thanks I get."

I sit up and make grabby hands towards the coffee. Trev only smirks back at me and turns to put the tray on the dresser instead. Steam wafts from three mugs beside a plate of sugary cookies speckled with white chocolate chips and flecks of peppermint candy.

"Cookies for breakfast?" Dancer asks, also eyeballing the tray with greed.

"They're Pep's favorite."

"An essential food group," I agree. I crawl down the bed, making a beeline for them, but Trev places one of those bear- paw-sized hands on my shoulder and spins me right back around. He pulls me into his body, my back pressed to his chest.

"Cookies will have to wait," he whispers in my ear. "You two may have started without me, but now I get to finish things before you get your treats."

He curls his finger, beckoning Dancer to join us. Dance rises to his knees and shuffles to the edge of the bed, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to Trevor's lips. Trev cups the back of his head to pull him closer, groaning against his mouth.

"I love tasting her on your lips," Trev says. "And now I want a taste of you . I get my coffee first."

With slow, almost predatory movements, Trevor slides around me and prowls forward, ushering Dancer until he's laying on his back, legs hanging over the side of the bed.

"Candy, why don't you go let Dancer earn his third O from you."

I nod enthusiastically. My poor clit is going to be sore later today. Worth it.

I downright skip around to the side of the bed and climb on to straddle Dancer's head with my thighs. He grins up at me, and I match his giddy expression.

I look back over my shoulder just in time to see Trev kneel on the floor and take all of Dancer into his mouth, deep into his throat. Dancer hisses between my thighs as Trevor begins to bob up and down on his cock, filling the room with obscene slurps.

"Fuck, Candy. He's so good."

A wet pop sounds behind us. "Candy, it doesn't sound like our boy is doing his job yet. Sit that perfect pussy down on his face." Audible slurping resumes as Dancer curls his hands around my thighs once more, pulling me down to his waiting mouth.

The sudden onslaught of stimulation has me arching my back, leaning on hands planted on either side of his waist. My hips pulse in time with the sounds of Trevor working up and down Dancer's cock, the three of us finding a perfect rhythm. Soon enough, my pussy is fluttering in anticipation, somehow still greedy even after the double orgasm from earlier.

Dancer's hips rock in time with my own, fingers digging deeper into the flesh of my thighs as Trevor continues to suck and stroke him behind me. I'm just about to come again, but it's cut short as Dancer leans his head back for air and to shout his own climax.

I roll off him to lay by his side, my head even with his hips just in time to see Trevor licking his cock like a lollipop until it's perfectly clean. I don't blame him. Blow jobs are just better when your boyfriend has coffee flavored cum.

"I love my morning mochas," he sighs.

"I'm sorry, Candy girl." Dancer strokes his fingers up my legs. "I wasn't fast enough." He turns to glare down at Trevor. "Or I was too fast, thanks to the throat G.O.A.T. over here."

"You say it like an insult, but we both know it's a compliment." Trevor shrugs unapologetically. He turns to look at the tray where the mugs are still steaming. "We've got time before they go cold. You want to come, Pep? Let us fill you up?"

I would leave this room a dehydrated husk with a smile if it meant more of these two. "I wouldn't say no to that."

"Lay on your back, Sweets." With a little maneuvering—there's a lot of maneuvering when you're in a throuple, even on a ginormous bed—I take Dancer's place, opening my legs wide so that I'm fully on display. Trevor's eyes light up as he looks me over. I love how he can't seem to get enough of me, either, and neither of us ever get enough of Dancer.

Dancer props up on his elbow beside me to watch the show, but Trevor crooks his finger again to beckon him to the edge of the bed. As he moves, Trev steps away to the bedside table, returning with a tube of lube in his hand.

"How do you feel about topping while you bottom, Parker?"

Dancer's back straightens at the sound of his actual name. We've all taken turns being in charge in the bedroom, but Trev is a particular brand of soft dom, and he loves to use Dancer's name.

"Oh, I am very into that idea," Dance purrs, moving between my legs. He rubs the head of his cock against my folds, giving Trev that same cocky grin over his shoulder before returning his attention to me.

Another perk of Christmas magic? Zero refractory period.

He slides in, inch by inch, until his hips meet mine, and we both moan at how good it feels. I can't help but clench around him, my greedy pussy already trying to pull him deeper.

"So needy," he says with a chuckle.

"I can't help it!"

The click of the lube's cap has us both squirming in anticipation. Dance leans forward and pulls a nipple into his mouth, making me arch into him. I tilt my head to watch Trev squirt thick liquid between Dancer's cheeks before closing the bottle and tossing it aside. With one hand on Dancer's hip, his other slides down to begin working him open.

Dancer hisses against my breast, breaths starting to come out in quick, desperate pants. His hips begin to buck in little strokes, making his cock jump inside of me before he rocks back onto Trevor's fingers as they work in and out of his hole.

"Ready, Parker?"

"Mmhmm." He shakes his head with desperation, hair tickling against my skin.

I watch, enraptured, as Trev eases into him. Dancer arches back, eyes wild as they meet mine.

" Fuuuck ," he groans. "His dick is so big."

"And you love every inch of it," Trev growls, pressing a kiss to the other man's shoulder.

Trev begins a slow, gentle rhythm that has Dancer rocking gently into me. His cock slides in short movements that stroke against my g-spot every time, making me whimper and clutch at the sheets.

"You feel so good," I pant, smiling at them. "Trev, I need to come. Stop holding back."

"I can never deny you, Pep."

"Fuck!" Dancer cries out as Trev snaps his hips, pressing Dance deep inside me. Those slow, languid movements become punishing thrusts that have Dancer's hands knotting the sheets beside mine. He rocks back and forth, impaling himself on Trev's cock and filling me in turn.

"I can't last," Dancer whines. "Trev?"

"Almost there, baby."

"Me too," I cry. I reach down to circle my clit in time with our movements until another climax rips through me.

"Holy fuck," Dancer moans, his cock jerking inside me as he comes. Trev releases his own cry and presses deep into Dancer, driving him somehow deeper into me with his own orgasm.

Our ragged breaths fill the air for a few moments, each working to come back into our bodies. Trev slowly pulls out of Dancer, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, then disappears into the bathroom to clean up. Dancer slides out of me and collapses belly down on the bed, just as spent as I am.

When Trev returns, he hands me a damp towel, then begins to carefully clean up Dancer with his own. When he's satisfied there, he leans over me to take my own cloth away, turning his attention to my pussy to do the same.

He's our teddy bear boyfriend. Trev can't help but be the champion of aftercare.

"Coffee isn't quite lukewarm… but it's not piping hot." Dancer calls, having grabbed the tray and returned to the bed with our forgotten mugs and treats. "Do you want me to microwave it?"

"Sacrilege." I reach up with greedy hands again, this time receiving a mug and a cookie. They each take their own coffee and sugary treat, and we sit in comfortable silence. I dunk my cookie in my mug before a bite, Trevor takes turns sipping his and then biting his, and Dancer just gobbles his down, then drains his mug.

Snow continues to fall outside the window, adding to the peace of the moment. Less than a year ago, I didn't even think I wanted a relationship. I wanted to travel, enjoy life with no strings, carefully saving all my pennies for flights and hotels. Then one fateful night I strode into the club to don my heels and dance my heart out, not knowing I would meet one of the loves of my life backstage.

Now I'm here, in a pocket universe, shacked up with a member of the delivery team working with Santa—the real life Santa —sharing cookies, coffee, and enough orgasms to spoil a girl for life.

I didn't have to give up my dreams. I can walk down the street and open a door to Paris, or cross over to a copse of trees behind Sugarplum's Cafe and end up in Belarus. I can even be in Melbourne within seconds if I use the door near Dasher's place.

I never thought it would be possible to fulfill all my dreams and have two gorgeous boyfriends that love me as dearly as they love each other, and I love each of them in turn. No life is perfect, but mine is pretty close.