Lilly sighed. “Well, I’ve only had three. And no, I doubt it’s any of them. Like I said, strange stuff has been happening to me since I was a kid. Really, can we stop talking about this? I want to relax with you two. I promise I’ll tell you everything some other time.”
Her hand lightly brushed his elbow when she reached for more food, and Nick’s balls tightened in reaction. He was surprised he could feel aroused even when inwardly he still seethed about this asshole stalker. He’d bite his tongue for a while and work through the problem in his mind, but he wouldn’t be able to hold back for too long on this issue.
One way or another, he’d find out more and figure out a way to crucify the bastard. And he and Kris would help Lilly get over this if it was the last thing they did. She was like a wounded swan. She only needed to be nursed back to health, and she would soar; she would be triumphant.
“What do you think, Nick?” Kris’s question brought his mind back to the moment. “Come on, tell Lilly we don’t want to fly her home. We want her to spend the night with us in the sleigh.”
Lilly looked at Kris.
Nick placed his hand on her chin and turned her face toward him. “Look at me, Lilly. Understand we…I won’t pressure you about anything. Nothing happens between the three of us that you don’t want. I promise. Nothing sexual has to happen. We just want to spend time with you again.”
Lilly’s eyes widened. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
Nick held his breath, waiting for her answer. When he looked into her soft, sad blue-green eyes, he couldn’t hear anything over the knocking of his own heart.
Lilly felt sick inside. She hadn’t wanted to discuss her stalker at all tonight. Nick and Kris were making her feel so special and loved. But no one ever truly understood about her stalker when she tried to explain it to them, and somehow, she couldn’t bear the thought of seeing the lack of comprehension in their eyes too. There were so many aspects to the situation that people didn’t understand. Like the way the creeper had used some kind of voice disguiser so it was impossible to tell who he was, even though she’d taped some of the messages for the police. And when they tried to trace the phone calls, they always went back to a cloned cell phone that couldn’t be located.
So many different feelings churned within her, vying for supremacy. When Nick had told her that nothing sexual had to happen, that they just wanted to spend time with her, it had taken her a moment to realize he was sincere. She searched his eyes for the light of mockery and found none. Of course, this was Nick, not Cody. Nick had never made fun of her, whereas Cody always mocked, joked, made catty fun of everyone. At first she’d laughed her ass off at his clever jokes and putdowns, but very gradually and slowly she’d realized Cody’s humor always had a mean quality that wore her down.
As for the idea of spending the whole night with Nick and Kris with “nothing sexual” happening… While it was considerate of them to suggest such a thing, she didn’t like the idea at all.
“Lilly?”
She turned to look into Kris’s concerned eyes. “Sorry, just wool-gathering.”
She heard a strange laugh in response. And when she glanced over, she got a fright.
Surely, I haven’t drunk that much!
There in the front seat, next to Nick, sat what looked like a wizened little goblin giggling away to himself. He wore brown suede clothing, and his skinny, wrinkled arms poked through the sleeves of a shirt that looked much too large for him. His mass of shaggy, wood-brown curls tumbled down over his small shoulders.
“Wh-what… Who is that?”
Kris laughed. “Relax, angel, it’s just Bockle. He’s an earth fae, a brownie. He can drive the sleigh while the three of us relax and talk.”
Lilly shook her head at the wonder of it all. Really, what was one more strange occurrence on a night like this?
Nick climbed over the seat to join them both in the back. His hazel eyes were dark and hot with need, and they swirled with another emotion Lilly wasn’t sure she understood.
Kris’s Scandinavian blue eyes were full of mischief. A flush spread over her face and throat, warming her from within. The situation felt dangerous for her. Dangerous emotionally. She wasn’t sure how she should respond.
But Nick’s hand was on her arm, and his muscular thigh pressed against hers on the seat of the sleigh. On the other side of her, Kris was also warm and near. She closed her eyes for a minute, concentrating on the way her body reacted to their touch. The combination of the warmth of their closeness, the pleasure she took in their good looks, and her own dirty thoughts about the two hard-bodied males beside her made her breasts swell in anticipation. Her nipples tightened until they ached.
“Would the um…brownie…Bockle mind if we got up to mischief while he drives?”
At her words, the brownie turned to face her. His face was creased and wrinkled, and his huge, mostly white eyes bulged out of his head in a manner that was both comical and disturbing. His wide smile exposed damp gums and oddly spaced tea-colored teeth, and he nodded as he spoke. “I like to help. That’s why I’m here. That’s what I like. I like to help.”
“He’s a brownie. An earth fae,” Kris said, as though that explained everything.
She bit back a giggle. The brownie with his nodding head and oversized brown suede shirt was comical. She took a large gulp from her champagne flute. She’d dreamed of making love to Kris and Nick for so long she’d be damned if she’d be a wimp and play the wallflower tonight. It was time to take risks, time to take chances, time to take the action needed to make all her fantasies come true. At least her sexual ones.
Nick leaned forward. “Spend the whole night. Don’t ask us just to drop you home. Enjoy the sleigh ride with us.” His breath was warm as he lowered his lips to kiss just below her left ear.
Kris laid a hand on her arm. “Come with us. You’ll love the ride. Like Nick said before, nothing sexual has to happen.”
Finally, she found an answer. “I’m willing to spend this one night with you if you want me. I’ve spent years fantasizing about both of you. I can’t deny it.”
Fire lit Nick’s hazel eyes, and Lilly swallowed tightly, her own lust thick within her throat. It was immensely flattering to have two gorgeous men practically begging to be with her. They certainly didn’t seem to care about the extra pounds she’d put on in the last ten years.
She winked at Kris and accidentally on purpose brushed his thigh with the tips of her fingers. The surprise on his face made her giggle. “I’m playing first flute for East Meadow Orchestra. We’re playing in a production of The Nutcracker Suite ballet tomorrow on Christmas Eve. I have a flute solo. But for tonight, I’m free. No responsibilities.”
She drank some more and laughed with them both, definitely more than a little light-headed from the champagne or maybe from all the attention. She didn’t know which of them she found more attractive.
The luxuriousness of the sleigh itself and the ridiculously expensive champagne and food were a head trip for her as well. Between helping her mother out with the mortgage on the townhouse, her car bill and student loan payments, she could barely afford any luxuries in life. She wanted to enjoy this precious Christmas treat to the fullest extent she could.
Feeling bolder and more alive than she could remember in years, Lilly slipped her hand up to Nick’s nipples. She couldn’t resist flicking one of them through his shirt. His breath caught, and his Adam’s apple bobbed delightfully. It gave her a heady rush to see she could have such power over such a dominant man.
Everything inside her was open and aching and ready to be kissed. Lowering her voice to a husky whisper, she purred, “Actually I’ll be very disappointed if something sexual doesn’t happen tonight.”
Nick needed no further encouragement. No kiss by any other man compared to the jolt of his hot, impatient mouth on hers. His tongue slipped in, swirling, increasing in passion until the kiss became so dominant it made her head spin.
Beh
ind her, Kris nuzzled her neck. Nick pulled back and brushed her hair from her face, stroking her curls. Lilly flushed with need from head to toe.
The hell! What am I getting into?
Either man could make her body burn with the slightest touch. Either man could shift her equilibrium, mix it up, disturb it until she had no idea if she could ever get her head straight again.
Nick’s eyes glazed with lust and something more, a look almost like love. Kris pressed his lips against the side of her neck. She tipped her head back, and his mouth moved slowly down the column of her throat, leaving damp heat as he licked and sucked.
The sleigh skimmed over fluffy white clouds, then dipped into one of them. Water splashed against the invisible shield, making her jump for a second in shock, and then their world became murky and dark. The tiny white fairy lights on the sides of the sleigh were no match for the thickness of the cloud that surrounded them.
Inside the darkness of the cloud, someone knew how much her breasts ached. He cradled them in his strong hands and pushed them up and in. Someone else ran his tongue up her ribs and over her bra. She felt like she wore a blindfold, and it made the situation even more erotically charged. Her nipples throbbed against the itchy lace, and she whimpered in frustration. Hands kneaded, stroked and massaged her breasts through the bra’s barrier.
At last, someone began to pull the top of her costume over her head. She sat up to assist him in his chore and felt another set of hands at her back, fumbling with the catches on the back of her bra. A tingling sensation worked its way from her nipples down to her womb.
Once her bra was off, one man wrapped his arms around her from behind and cupped each breast in his hands, lightly skimming her nipples. She guessed it was Kris by the feel of his hands, though she couldn’t be sure.
They both smelled so good. She breathed them in and sighed with nostalgia. The scent of each man brought back memories of her individual dates with each of them. Happy memories of being in love, before things fell apart.
She heard the sound of satin being rumpled, of buttons being undone. Her heart raced, sending heat and need sluicing through her. Her hands roamed over a chest, glorying in its sexy texture, soft skin over rock-hard muscle, a satin shirt still hanging on huge arms.
One man’s cock seemed impossibly large against her ass, though still encased in fur-trimmed pants. He molded her butt to his hips, and she groaned with pleasure. The two men trapped her possessively in their arms like they owned her. Molten liquid raced through her body in a line from nipples to womb to clit. She spread her legs wantonly, aching to feel one of them pounding inside her.
This was going too slowly. God, they had to give her something. A finger at least. But they both held still. She began to moan and writhe against them in frustration. Her nipples were tighter than tight, and her whole body shivered with need. “Please, please.”
“What is it you want, Lilly? Tell us exactly what you want and need.” It was Nick’s voice, dark and sexy.
“I want everything you asked me for when I was eighteen. Everything I refused to give back then. But only for one night.”
The men were silent and still didn’t move. All she could feel was the twitching of a cock against her ass.
She groaned again. “Come on, guys! I’ve told you what I need.”
“Why only for one night?” Nick’s voice was low, almost a growl.
“Well, because this is all too…too quick and too much of a fantasy and…I mean, there’s two of you, and you’re already lovers. You don’t need me long-term.”
“That’s a hell of a lot of excuses.” Kris’s voice had a fierceness to it she’d never heard from him before. He’d always been the gentle one. He sounded annoyed with her. It made her stomach dip a little in despair; she didn’t want him to be mad at her, but on the other hand, why was he putting her on the spot when she was here, panting with lust for them both, understanding that causal sex was all that was really on offer?
“Well, why did you ask me what I wanted if you were going to get irritated by my answer?”
Nick ignored her belligerence. He slipped a hand under her skirt, and one finger did a slow, causal exploration of the front of her silky panties, then traced over her mound, sliding over the material that covered her folds, barely touching her clit. Her whimpering sounded pathetic to her own ears. Nick’s hand slipped under the elastic of her panties, and he eased a couple of fingers into her. His tone was harsh, almost savage. “We’ll discuss our relationship later.”
Lilly groaned with lust even as her mind whirled. Relationship? The word made her heart ache. But the pad of Nick’s thumb zeroed on her clit, and then she couldn’t think at all.
Chapter Five
The sleigh shot out of the clouds, and they had moonlight again. She sat on the wide, smooth wooden bench between the two of them, with Nick’s fingers locked possessively inside her. Kris turned to face her, and his eyes held hers and wouldn’t let go. There was more in them than hunger. There was a promise of something more, something soul-stirring. She pushed the rogue thought away.
Now was not a time to analyze. Now was a time to enjoy.
Nick cruelly pulled his fingers back out of her. Then the men went back to holding her in just a simple cuddle, Kris in front and Nick in back. A rush of heat surged through her and pooled in her pussy.
They’d removed their shirts when they passed through the cloud, and now the moonlight played over Nick’s muscular shoulders. Wild with frustration, she shimmied against their hard physiques, trying to tease them with her body, trying to force them to take more action.
She rubbed her nipples against Kris’s solid chest, but it didn’t ease the ache in them. Kris stared down at her like a lion watching prey. “Tell us what you want, Lilly.”
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please suck my breasts?”
Kris groaned. He brushed his fingers lightly over the curve of one breast. Then he dropped down to the floor of the sleigh and knelt before her, latching his mouth to one nipple to taste her.
Nick cupped the other breast from behind, seemingly fascinated by its weight and softness. “Fuck, baby, you have the most beautiful, full, ripe tits I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“In our lives,” Kris corrected him and then went back to sucking.
Nick’s rough hand massaged her other breast while treating the nipple to tweaks and flicks; then he slipped off the bench and onto his knees beside Kris.
She looked down and moaned at the sight of the two of them. Ten years of fantasies and here they were, working her body together.
Kris had pulled his mouth away, leaving her nipple rosy, wet and tight. Nick’s dark head came down on her other nipple. Lilly ran her hands over all the glorious muscles in their shoulders and backs. She clenched and unclenched her thighs. One of them had to touch her throbbing clit soon.
As if reading her mind, Kris began to push up the skirt of her angel costume finger by finger, until at last he cupped her mound, parted her folds and curled a finger into her pussy. A shiver ran over her skin, and she sighed with pleasure.
Kris said, “How the hell is a man supposed to keep his head around you? Hmm?”
Lilly couldn’t think clearly to respond to any questions, struck dumb by lust and passion. His finger inside her was thick and unbending. He added a second, prodding deeper into her hole until he hit the spot that made her groan.
Breathing heavily, Kris whispered, “She’s soaking wet, Nick.”
Nick laughed. “Of course she is. She always was hot as hell.”
Her cheeks heated at Nick’s words. Kris’s palm teased her mound, two fingers thrust in knuckle-deep.
Nick’s large hands slid over her body with exquisite precision. He worked her body over from breasts to hips, stroking her, driving her to a frenzy of need, until she arched her back, sliding on Kris’s fingers. When he pulled his fingers out, the throb of her clit sharpened to agony. She was so needy she thought she might pass out. Nick thru
st two fingers into her as replacement, scissoring back and forth. “She soaking, all right.”
Kris put his hands on her thighs and spread them wider. “You smell sweet and delicious, like you did ten years ago. Do you remember, Lilly? We never made love, exactly, but you let me pleasure you.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Oh God, yes!
She’d never forgotten. She and Kris had kissed and fooled around, but they’d never had intercourse. She was too skittish after breaking up with Nick, and ironically, she’d felt guilty about fooling around with Nick’s roommate and best friend, so she and Kris had never gotten as far as penetration. But oh God! He had pleasured her with his mouth, and it had blown her teenage mind.
While sitting in some of her more boring lectures at college, the thought of Kris eating her pussy had drifted into her head and made her so wet she’d had to go back to her dorm, lock her door and masturbate with the little white mini vibe she’d kept in a shoe box under bed.
Now Kris had that same feral look she remembered from those days, so different from his normal breezy personality. Kris could transform from the most laid-back guy in the world to a passion-filled savage. Silver flames of lust glittered in his eyes as he pushed up her skirt and pulled her thong roughly to one side, exposing most of her pussy to his sight. Kris stilled. As he drank in the view, the muscles in her belly clenched until she felt dizzy with lust. He bent farther, and she cried out in pleasure as his tongue slipped along her swollen lips. Gripping the edge of the sleigh with one hand she writhed against his face.
Nick took her nipple in his mouth again, sucking it greedily. Lilly gasped for breath at the twin sensations of a sucked nipple coupled with the rough stroking of Kris’s tongue at her clit and the soft nibbling of his teeth.
Nick climbed back up and sat close beside her on the bench. He began to undo his belt. Her mouth watered. With every movement, his bare chest and arm muscles rippled with power, making her eager to touch him, to feel those hard ridges and velvet skin under her fingers even while enjoying the caress of Kris’s tongue from below.
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