Warming Laurel A to Z

by Libby Calvincourt

  Sliding down her body, Zander kissed her thighs, behind her knees, and finally he checked the status of her toes with his lips. Her body temperature felt normal, except for the inferno that was her pussy. It was so hot and wet. He couldn’t wait. Zander lifted her legs and put them on his shoulder, and then he leaned down and lapped her pussy with one long stroke of her tongue. She moaned and pushed her pussy tightly against his mouth as he used his tongue and lips to bring her pleasure. Her juices were dripping.

  Zander heard Aidan ask, “Hey, gorgeous, can we put our cocks in you? We have one to go into your dripping wet pussy and one to fill your ass.”

  Listening to Aidan’s question, Zander took one of his drenched fingers and worked it into her tight asshole as he continued to lick her pussy and suck her clit. He looked up to see she was mindless with lust.

  “Yes, yes,” she begged. “I want them, please, I want them both. Now,” she demanded, “put them in me now.”

  Aidan kissed her as he pulled her onto his chest. He reached down and guided his cock into her waiting heat. “Oh, shit,” he moaned as his cock was surrounded by the scalding, wet heat. “She feels so good, so damn good.”

  Grabbing lubricant from the drawer, Zander rubbed it on his cock preparing for his entry. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Are you ready, babe?” As he asked he slipped one lubed finger deeply into her ass. She moaned and squirmed.

  “Yes, yes, please. Put it in, please,” she begged. “I want it so bad.”

  Aidan’s hands were spreading her butt cheeks, providing Zander with easier access to the prize. He slipped in two fingers and she moaned. Aidan moaned, too. Her pussy must have clamped down on his cock when Zander’s fingers breached the entrance.

  Zander took his cock in his hand. “Here it comes, babe,” he said as the head of his cock penetrated the tight hole. Zander slowly entered and then he began to thrust in earnest. Aidan caught the rhythm and thrust in as Zander was pulling out. It was mind-blowing.

  “Oh damn, oh damn,” she began to moan. “Oh, I’m going to come, I’m going to come so hard.” She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body.

  Aidan followed, his semen shooting into her welcoming heat. Zander shouted as he came deep into her ass.

  Kissing her deeply Aidan made room for Zander to come up her other side. Zander pushed Aidan on the shoulder indicating it was his turn for a kiss.

  “So good,” she murmured. “It was so damn good, this must be heaven.” She fell asleep on her back with one hand on Zander’s chest and the other on Aidan’s.

  Zander lifted her hand and kissed it. He closed his eyes as Aidan said, “I think she’s the one.”

  Chapter 3

  Laurel was surrounded by warm heat attached to two hard bodies. She took her hand and lazily traced the nipples on the rock-solid chest. Her other hand reached back and stroked the hard chest behind her. This was the most real erotic dream she’d ever experienced. She never wanted to wake up she thought as she leaned up and kissed the lips above the chiseled jawline attached to the hard body facing her. Probing fingers entered her moist heat slowly rubbing her clit and dipping back into her wet pussy. She felt a cock hardening between the cheeks of her ass.

  “Is she ready?” a deep voice whispered.

  “Oh, she’s ready,” Laurel replied, angling her body forward. She thought he was going to take her in the ass. Instead he slid his cock into her wet, warm hole.

  “You’re so hot, so wet, I’m gonna come so hard,” he whispered in her ear from behind as he slowly stirred his cock in her and kissed her neck.

  Her lips were crushed by the mysterious lover she faced. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it slowly matching the strokes in her pussy. Still kissing her he moved slightly back. The chilled air touched Laurel’s skin. She wanted to feel his warmth but she also wanted to know what would happen next. She was losing her ability to think as her partner from behind was increasing his speed. Fingers started twisting her nipples, and the pleasure was so intense she moaned.

  “Oh God,” the voice in her ear whispered, “I love that sound.”

  “Use your cock and stroke her,” he said as he continued to thrust in and out from behind.

  Laurel would have screamed if she hadn’t been locked in a kiss, the nob of a hard cock was being pressed against her clit. One cock was plunging into her pussy from behind and one cock was stimulating her clit. She cried out as another orgasm raked her body causing her to shake and moan. Hot cum filled her pussy while jets of cum lashed her belly.

  Laurel moaned in pleasure. She had no idea freezing to death would result in the most realistic erotic dream of her life. She sighed. It couldn’t get any better because in her fantasy she conjured the two men she wanted the most in the world, though she’d only seen them in a magazine. Aidan and Zander Miller of A to Z Computer Security were her ideal men. And only in a fantasy could Laurel have them the way she wanted them, together.

  “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Zander said. “Taking her together, it was fucking amazing. No pun intended.”

  “You know what I love?” Aidan asked. It was a rhetorical question because Aidan answered it himself. “I loved her response to us. It was so hot.”

  Nodding in agreement Zander replied, “Totally hot.”

  “We need to get some sleep so we’re ready to pleasure our guest in the morning,” Zander continued as he adjusted his big body to spoon around the smaller body of their lover.

  Aidan turned on his side so her front was pressed to his back. She threw an arm around his waist and snuggled into his back. Then she took her other arm and reached back to place it on Zander.

  Zander held her small hand in his wondering how this would all play out in the morning. Unlike Aidan who was already asleep, he didn’t think it would be easy in the morning. Zander was worried. Maybe their guest wasn’t fully awake or fully aware. Maybe she just thought it was an incredibly erotic dream. Maybe she would regret it in the morning. Zander gently caressed her body. “No regrets, babe,” he whispered in her ear.

  Chapter 4

  Laurel felt so toasty warm. She smiled as she remembered the finer points of her incredibly erotic dream. Too bad she couldn’t share it with her sisters. It would totally freak them out…

  Laurel shot up straight. She was naked in bed with two men she did not know and her sisters were stranded in their car, freezing on the side of a mountain.

  Visions of the night before started playing in her head like an incredibly vivid porn movie. She had unprotected sex with two men she did not know while her sisters might have frozen to death. “Oh my God, oh my God, I had unprotected sex with two men I don’t know.” Laurel started to climb out of bed, “Oh my God, my sisters are stranded and I was living out my erotic fantasy.” Laurel was talking to herself in earnest. “I need to put on my clothes, where are my clothes?”

  Laurel turned and looked at the two men whom she allowed to have her in ways she’d never even imagined in even her hottest daydreams. They were incredibly handsome twins who looked remarkably like the men from A to Z Computer Security. They were twins, too. “Umm, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never done anything like this before. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.” She paused. That was awkward.

  “Well, um thanks, I’ve got to go find my sisters.” She looked down at the sheets and mumbled, “Also, I don’t have any diseases? You?” She paused. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I said that.”

  Laurel looked at the two incredibly handsome men who were obviously stark naked under the covers. Her thighs were sticky and she knew it had to be from the streams of semen she dreamt had been spent in her and on her, only it wasn’t a dream and she really let the most handsome men she’d ever seen do her together. “I can’t believe this happened. My sisters are stranded in our car. I found your house so I could find someone to help me save them.” She started talking to herself again. “I’m a friggin’ horrible person. My little si
sters are stranded in the damn car and I spent the night having mind-blowing sex. Only I thought I was dreaming. They are never going to forgive me. If they are still alive. Oh my God, they probably are frozen to death. Damn, damn, damn.” Laurel looked around but couldn’t see her clothes. “I, um, I need my, umm, clothes, please.”

  “Damn,” the one on the left said as he started to get out of bed, “we’ll go find your sisters. We would have gone for them last night if we had known they were out there. Um, this is kinda awkward,” he said as a blushed stained his stubble-covered cheeks. “I’m Zander and that’s my twin brother Aidan.” He gestured to other male who was struggling into his jeans.

  Laurel looked at Aidan and Zander and felt a blush stain her, well, entire body. She had the sheet clutched over her breasts as she debated how to introduce herself. “I’m Laurel Fairweather. I’d extend my hand, but it seems a little too formal in our present situation.”

  Laurel noticed the two hotties exchange a look when she said her name. Maybe they’d heard of Fairweather Cosmetics.

  “Where are your sisters, Laurel? Just give us their general direction,” Zander said. Laurel swore there was tenderness in his blue eyes.

  “It was so dark last night. I walked from the main road toward the smoke coming out of your chimney. It was an uphill climb. I’m not sure how long it took me. I tied a scarf on a tree leading to the car so I would have some kind of marker to find them.” Laurel took a deep breath. “I’m trying so hard not to freak out here. I would die for my sisters and I am so ashamed that I forgot about them.”

  “Here, babe,” Zander said, handing Laurel his T-shirt. “Put that on and walk us to the front door.”

  Laurel dropped the sheet and put the T-shirt over her naked body. She felt more in control now that she wasn’t stark naked.

  “We’re going to find your sisters. You ladies were on the main road. It’s directly below our house. We’ll be back with them in an around an hour. Make yourself at home. Use whatever you need,” Aidan said.

  “Try not to worry,” Zander said as he clasped her chin and tilted her face toward his. He leaned down and kissed Laurel’s lips. Laurel stood in a daze as Aidan reached over and kissed her, too.

  “We’ll find them and bring them to you,” Aidan said as he gave her hug.

  The two men put on their winter gear and headed to a nearby shed. Laurel watched them pull out two snowmobiles and speed down the hill. She gently touched her lips still in a daze over the kisses bestowed on her by her two lovers. Please, please, please, let my sisters be okay. I really thought I had died and gone to heaven. I would never forget my sisters.

  Laurel shook her head in disgust. She’d forgotten her sisters.

  Her sisters were going to be okay. However, being naked in a man’s T-shirt with no panties smelling like sex would not be the ideal way to greet her sisters. The sisters she abandoned. They will never forgive me.

  Nice house, Laurel thought as she made her way back to the room where she’d awakened. The room smelled like sex. She breathed in. Big mistake. The erotic images from the night before invaded her mind. Focus on your sisters, dumbass, she thought.

  Her clothes were in a wet pile on the floor. She picked them up and glanced back at the bed. Those sheets need to be washed, too, she thought as she pulled them off the bed. The laundry room was next to the kitchen. She’d noticed it when she watched Aidan and Zander leave on their snowmobiles. She walked to the laundry room and put in a load of her clothes mixed with the sheets. There was no way her clothes were going to be done by the time the men arrived back with her sisters. She needed to clean up and find something to wear.

  She made a beeline to the guest bedroom. The guest bathroom, adjacent to the guest bedroom, was well appointed with a Jacuzzi tub, separate shower, and separate area for the toilet. It reminded Laurel of one of the hotels where they’d lived with their mom when she had business in France or Italy or any number of countries. Thinking of her mom reminded her of her sisters. Please, please, please let my sisters be okay.

  Laurel got in the shower and let the hot water cleanse her body. She scrubbed away the remnants of the night before. Her body was so sensitive, her nipples stood out like little pinkie fingers. She noticed several bruises surrounding her nipple. Her clit started to ache. The bruises were hickies. She remembered how good it felt having both or her tits sucked at once.

  Laurel turned the water to ice cold. She was ashamed to think of the pleasure. It had occurred when her sisters were stranded and abandoned by her. She would not remember the pleasure. Well, until her sisters were safe.

  She turned off the shower and wrapped her body in a towel. Every part of her body was so sensitive. She couldn’t tolerate the sensation of the towel skimming her body. Damn, she thought. She placed the towel on the hook on the bathroom door. She walked naked into the hallway to the bedroom next to the guest bedroom. She went to the closet and pulled out a button-down shirt. The guys were both so tall she knew it would make a longish mini-dress. Opening the dresser drawers one at a time, she searched for a pair of crew socks. She pulled them on to keep her feet warm. Not much she could do about the lack of underwear, but at least she was clean and somewhat presentable.

  Laurel borrowed the brush she picked up off the vanity and pulled it through her long brown hair. It had been a long time since she let her hair dry naturally. She wondered if it was still super wavy, like her mom’s.

  Her sisters would be starving and freezing. Laurel rushed back to the kitchen determined to make them something hot and filling, something they loved. She opened the pantry and then the fridge to determine what she could create. Pulling items out of both the pantry and the fridge she decided to make a winter minestrone.

  Cooking was therapeutic. Focusing on the slicing and dicing helped her not think about the endless possibilities of harm that could have befallen her sisters. How could she explain this to her mother, if she was still alive, and to her Uncle Steve? In all the worry over her sisters she forgot to worry about her mother. On a positive note, she also forgot to worry about her asshole stepfather who may or may not have been trying to kill their mother. As Laurel stirred the soup she thought about the text message from Uncle Steve. It was pretty cryptic but she thought it meant her mom was safe. Uncle Steve’s message said, package secured. Hopefully, Uncle Steve had their mother far away from Antonio, the step-asshole. Why their mother married him, of all the men she’d dated, was a mystery to Laurel and her sisters.

  Laurel wiped her hands on the kitchen towel and cleaned up her mess. Zander and Aidan had been gone for almost an hour. She looked out the window hoping for signs of the snowmobiles.

  Standing and staring was intolerable. She walked away from the window deciding to explore the house.

  Laurel glanced at the clock. Hmm, the house tour had taken almost thirty minutes.

  Every room was spectacular, the living room was glass from floor to ceiling and it had a breathtaking view of the valley below. The library, however, was Laurel’s personal favorite. The fireplace was the focal point of the room. Laurel pictured herself naked on all fours in front of a blazing fire… Stop it, Laurel.

  Laurel turned to leave the room. On the table between the two brown leather chairs was the latest edition of Business Monthly. The focus of the edition was “All in the Family.” Oh my God. Laurel picked up the magazine and flipped to page fifty-two. Aidan and Zander Miller smiled from the page. Aidan and Zander Miller, her fantasy men, had done her together as she dreamed. Her nipples got hard and she felt her pussy getting wet. Holy shit, she’d done her dream men and they had done her. They were her perfect men, computer-savvy risk-takers who hacked into a company’s security system to find its flaws. Laurel wrote all of the programs for Fairweather Cosmetics. When the Miller boys couldn’t breach her security she knew she had a winner.

  She flipped to the page in the magazine featuring her and her sisters. Once again she prayed a silent prayer. She begged for her sister’s safe
ty. After saying a little prayer for her sister she studied the article about the Fairweather sisters. The title of their article was “Beauty and Brains: The Sisters of Fairweather Cosmetics.” Laurel lovingly traced the faces of her beautiful sisters. They all had their mom’s green eyes but each had the unique features of their various fathers. The Fairweather sisters were also featured on the cover magazine. Laurel flipped to the cover.

  Laurel looked at the cover and grinned. If her sisters were okay, maybe wrecking the car in Nowhere, North Dakota was her destiny. Her face was circled with a black sharpie. The two incredibly smart men featured in the magazine had written “Hot for Laurel” and “I’ll breach her security any time, any place, anywhere.” Total geek speak. Evidently they felt the same way about the Laurel featured in the magazine as she felt about the Miller men.

  Sighing, she left the study. Where are the guys and my sisters?

  Chapter 5

  “Damn, Zander,” Aidan said as they searched around the abandoned car for any evidence they could find regarding Laurel’s sisters.

  “Look at this.” Zander pointed at the tracks of a bunch of snow shoes. “I’m thinking our neighbors to the South rescued the girls. Those three liked the exercise they got from walking in snow shoes.”

  “Maybe.” Aidan scanned the area. “I don’t feel good leaving the area. We’ve got nothing for Laurel. She will totally freak.”

  Both men gazed up and down the hills looking for anything that might indicate what happened to the girls. “It looks like someone slid down the ravine.” Zander knelt down by a spot in the snow that continued down the side of the ravine. Getting on the snowmobiles they traveled to the base. At the bottom they found an indent in the snow that looked like it might have held a body. Next to the spot was snowmobile treads. “It looks like whoever fell down the ravine was rescued by someone with a snowmobile, most likely it was Eric.”