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I send her the link for the post at the same moment Patrick must realize I’m texting.
“Hey, no begging for votes!”
I laugh. “Honestly, knowing Tara, she’ll intentionally not vote for me.”
“Oh, tell her we say ‘hi,’” Joey adds.
“Will do!”
Tara
THEY TAGGED YOU IN THE POST! Holy shit they really don’t give a fuck if people speculate why you’re there, huh?
Scotty
Guess not. They also told me to tell you they say hi.
Tara
Tell them I said hello and that I hope they are treating you well.
Scotty
No, that’s weird. Hope you’re having fun!
I put my phone away when Patrick announces the leftovers are ready. There’s plenty of food —Joey really did order a feast—so we eat that while we wait for the one-hour mark on their post. I’m shocked by the amount of comments and votes that manage to come in during such a short amount of time, but apparently they’ve been doing it for long enough that people are excited about it.
Surprising no one, Patrick wins.
A slow smile takes over his face as he walks over to the counter where we’ve piled up the leftover decorating supplies. He picks up one of the icing bags. “I have an idea for my prize.”
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“Are we licking icing off your dick?” Scotty asks, his blue eyes lit up with excitement. “Is that a part of the tradition too?”
Joey laughs, his warm brown gaze glowing with heat as he approaches me to take the white frosting bag out of my hand. “It hasn’t been, but maybe that can be this year’s prize.”
“My thoughts exactly,” I confirm, handing a tube of red frosting to Scotty. “I think that would be a fun place to start at least.”
Stripping out of my shirt, I make my way over to the leather couch, playfully tossing it at Scotty before removing my pants and sending them toward Joey. I step out of my bright red, Santa-inspired boxers next to reveal my already thickening dick, and sit down right in the center of the couch. Then I grab two throw pillows and place them next to each other on the floor in front of me.
Happy with my position, I spread out, stretching my arms wide across the back of the couch, and look at them with a cheeky grin. “All ready for you two to frost me.”
Joey smirks and lowers himself to kneel on one of the pillows in front of me, waiting for Scotty to eagerly join him on the other pillow before leaning in to squeeze out a diagonal stripe of white frosting down my cock.
“Oh my god, like a candy cane!” Scotty points out as Joey adds another stripe above the first. Scotty leans in to add a red line in between, and the two of them laugh as they effectively decorate my dick to look like a candy cane.
The icing has been out long enough that it’s room temperature, so it’s only a slightly cool sensation against my sensitive skin, and the soft texture is helping to make this part a more pleasant experience than I was anticipating.
I’m so distracted by the feeling of the icing on my cock that it takes me a moment to realize Joey and Scotty have gone quiet. They put down their bags and exchange a conspiratorial grin before leaning in at the same time to both lick up opposite sides of my length.
My hips immediately thrust up in response to their tongues on me. The thick frosting has them both moving at a much slower pace than I’m used to when receiving a blow job, only adding to the excitement. The sight of the two of them with their tongues out, lapping at my dick between them, is even more erotic than I would have guessed, and the way they keep pausing to swallow the frosting, then returning to lap up more from my hard cock, has me groaning.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that, love.” I thread the fingers of one hand through my husband’s curls, keeping him against my dick.
Scotty looks up at me, holding my gaze through his lashes as he spreads the frosting around with his tongue. Then he licks his lips, moaning as he does.
“Damn, sweetheart. That’s so fucking hot.” Scotty smiles up at me, his blue eyes bright in reaction to my praise. “Come up here and show me how good it tastes.”
