DINAH’S CHRISTMAS DESIRE
An erotic interlude with the characters of
DINAH’S DARK DESIRE
Mechele Armstrong
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Dinah’s Christmas Desire
Mechele Armstrong
This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Wearing underwear and a bra, Dinah fingered the velvety material of the dress lying on the bed. The softness slipped across her fingers.
She heard the footsteps a second before hands touched her back. “Need help with the zipper, darling?” Taylor murmured as he came up behind her.
“I don’t have on the dress, silly.” Her breathing increased, along with her heart rate. She didn’t turn to face him but leaned back into his muscular, shirtless body.
“Guess I can’t help with that yet.” Fingers caressed along her ribs. Her nerve endings jingled as he reached around to her middle. He slid his hands down over her bare stomach and then across her underwear. He moved his fingers quickly back and forth just over her clit, teasing her through the material. “I can help with other things.” One finger pressed in on the nub.
“This is helping?” She sucked in a shaky breath. Her body went slack, leaning against him.
“That’s more than helping her with her zipper.” Ian’s amused voice sounded from behind them.
“Maybe you could do better?” Taylor nipped her shoulder as his fingers continued to toy through the thin cloth of her panties. Dinah shuddered. Her arousal seeped out as all the things they could do this evening came to mind.
Ian came alongside of them, carrying two small packages. “Merry Christmas.” He handed a green one toward Taylor and a red one to Dinah.
Taylor dropped his hands from Dinah’s mid-section and turned to face Ian. Her sex protested their absence. Taylor accepted his present.
“What’s this?” Dinah held the small parcel in her hands as she turned to face Ian, too.
Ian had already dressed for the evening. She sighed. They would never convince him not to go to this Christmas Eve party. But she’d rather stay home and make some magic between the three of them under the mistletoe. So, tradition spoke only of kissing under it. Didn’t mean it had to stop there.
With a mischievous grin, Ian said, “Open it.” He sat on the bed with legs spread open. The bulge of his cock was outlined by his thin black pants. “Not me, Dinah. It.” Once upon a time, being caught staring would have made her shy. Now, it only made her smile. He waved a hand. “Go ahead.”
Taylor tore into the wrapping. “Oh, it’s been a long time, man.” His mouth quirked up into a grin. “Too long.” She glanced over to read from the package. He’d opened a vibrating anal plug.
She blinked. It had a remote. “A butt plug?”
“Oh, yeah.” Taylor ripped into it before taking the device out to hand to Ian. “You doing the honors?”
“After Dinah opens hers.”
“It’s not Christmas yet. Or are you trying to be naughty?” She looked warily at the gift.
“I’m always naughty. I want you and Taylor to have these presents early. We always opened one the night before Christmas. I’m just choosing which ones you two open tonight.”
Taylor swiftly unbuttoned the top to his pants before dropping them to the floor. His cock sprang up, huge in front of his body.
Dinah couldn’t tear her eyes away as he got on the bed. He shifted up on hands and knees, butt in the air. Then, he wiggled his naked self back and forth, knowing that they watched.
“Open it, Dinah.” Ian tilted his head to the side as he watched Taylor, unable to look away as well.
She quickly tore off the paper. Looked down to find a vibrating egg with a remote. Pulling her gaze up from it, she watched as Ian got on the bed behind Taylor. “Are we wearing these to the party?” Her heart raced. This wasn’t anything she’d done before. A vibrator? In public? Her mouth dried with her excitement. “Won’t people hear them?”
Ian squirted some lube into his hands, warming it up. “I doubt anyone’s heard the anal plug. The vibrator is supposed to be quiet. And it’ll be tucked up inside of you.”
Her whole body rocked to its core. Now, what he’d said primed her desire, but it wasn’t as stimulating as the scene in front of her. Taylor’s head came up as Ian penetrated him with the plug.
Not a more perfect sight had ever been seen, except maybe when Ian was naked, too. Two muscular men draped all over each other. Her men. She bit her lip. The two of them making out could be almost as sexy as it was with her in the middle … but only almost.
“It’s in.” One of Ian’s hands went around to cup Taylor’s cock, cresting around it. The other took a small black key ring from his pocket. Pushing a button, Ian cocked his head as Taylor’s body straightened out in a line. “It works.”
Taylor’s hips bucked. “No shit.”
Her breathing erratic, Dinah slipped on the bed behind Ian. “Why are we going out tonight?”
“He wants to torture us.” Taylor’s voice came muffled. “Can we get on with the party, so we can hurry home?”
Ian clicked off the remote before slipping it in his pocket. His hand withdrew from Taylor as Dinah plastered herself against Ian’s back. She rubbed her breasts against him. Her hands skimmed to his hips.
“I want to try these out. We don’t have to stay long.” Ian extricated himself, taking the vibrator from Dinah’s hands. “Take off your underwear. I’ll help you put it in.”
“Five minutes?” Taylor turned over to rock to his feet, moving out of the way. “Lay back, darling.”
“More than five. I have two remotes to hit.”
Dinah eased off the bikini briefs she wore. She reclined back on the pillows in the spot that Taylor had vacated. Spreading her thighs, she licked her lips.
Taylor rewarded her with a groan while Ian swallowed audibly. Both sets of eyes remained on her wide open sex.
“Stay home?” She pulled her bottom lip up between her teeth. “You could still torture us. We could have dinner here.”
“Wait a minute. Two remotes?” Taylor arched a brow. “If you take mine, why don’t I get hers?”
“Becau
se that’s not the way it works.” Ian opened the package. The egg slid out into his fingers. He wiped it off and held it in his hands. “Don’t want it to be cold.” He kneeled on the bed in front of Dinah.
“Bastard.” Taylor swatted Ian’s backside.
“Cut that out. And you’ll be doing me by the deer in the front yard by the time we make it home. Mark my words.”
Taylor didn’t deny it.
Dinah opened her legs wider as Ian pressed the small cylinder up into her center. Her juices coated his hand. He bent his head, nostrils flaring. His fingers brushed her clit, and as though he couldn’t resist, he twiddled with the bundle of nerves. She thrust herself against him.
Taylor cleared his throat. Ian quickly pulled away. He licked his fingers one by one. “You’re going to be so wet later.” He took her underwear in a shaking hand. Sliding it over a foot, he said, “Get her dress, Taylor.” He slipped the underwear back into place.
Taylor held out the dress as Ian helped her up. Together, they slid it on and zipped it.
Ian blew out a low whistle. “Santa baby is right.”
The short dress, which resembled a Santa suit, tightly hugged her curves. She smoothed it down. “Like?”
Taylor pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Oh, yeah.”
He quickly dressed while she put on hose and then followed her downstairs.
In the living room, sparkling lights beamed their brilliant hues from the Christmas tree. Three red stockings, each with one of their names written in silver glitter, hung from the mantel. Each time she saw them, warmth spread through her. Who’d have thought she could be so happy with her two guys on their first Christmas together? Certainly not her until they’d shown her how life could be in a threesome.
She walked to the tree, hugging herself around her middle.
“Everything all right?” Taylor came up behind her to place his arms around her.
“Everything’s perfect.” She let out a contented sigh.
“Where’s Ian?” He nuzzled her neck.
“I don’t know, but he’s taking too long.”
Ian stomped in the front door. White powder clung to his hair and clothes. “It’s snowing. I had to go see for myself.”
“Really?” Dinah stepped to the window to peer outside. White flakes twirled as they fell to the ground. Even more perfect. They’d have a white Christmas to commemorate their first holiday together.
Taylor leaned into her body as he peeked. “Sure is.” His masculine scent overtook the pine Christmas tree smell. She nuzzled against his neck.
A buzz startled her. Her pelvis tilted around the now vibrating egg. Spasms rocked her, which she couldn’t control.
Taylor steadied her with his body.
Her world narrowed down to the pressure building and rocketing in her sex. And then, the vibrations increased.
She managed to look at Ian. The buzz ceased. “I forgot to test it upstairs. Guess it works?”
She growled. To hell with going out. She walked over to grasp his face in her hands. His eyes took on a glow of wonder as she stood on tiptoes to kiss him fully. Her tongue pressed against the seam of his mouth until he opened. She explored him much as if he were a candy cane hanging on their tree.
The buzzing began again. Her hips rocked into his. She whimpered against his lips.
One of his hands came up to press against a breast. The dress wouldn’t allow him inside so he stroked outside the material, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers.
A body pressed against her back. Ian’s mouth left hers to claim Taylor’s as they kissed over her. Taylor’s cock bumped up against her back while Ian’s nudged her front. Ian’s hands continued to caress her breasts while Taylor’s rubbed the side of her hips.
She took a deep breath. “No party.”
Ian’s mouth barely left Taylor’s. “Agreed.”
Ha. She’d done it.
Taylor slowly edged them backward until they neared the tree. He pulled his mouth from Ian’s and got a fleece blanket from the couch to spread on the floor before he lowered himself to it. “I’ll make a fire later. But I need you two. Now.” He let out a sudden, strangled moan.
Ian had activated the butt plug.
The vibrations increased in her sex as she went down to the blanket. Her torso rocked up beside Taylor’s writhing form.
Ian knelt down beside them. “If I don’t get to have my fun in public, I will have it here in private. This will be my present for tonight.”
He reached out and pulled off Dinah’s hose and underwear. She shifted, changing the angle of the vibrator. The orgasm hit her, a jumble of sensations running through her, quick and hard.
He wrestled the clothing from her feet before scooting to Taylor. “Feel good?” He reached his hand forward to fondle Taylor’s cock. Taylor lifted up his hips to push more into Ian’s hand.
“You know it does.”
Ian’s other hand went back into his pocket, and Taylor twisted upward again.
Dinah’s own vibrations changed into a pulse pattern. $Ease off. Buzz. Ease off. Buzz@. She let out another sound. Her hands clenched into fists. Nothing had prepared her for this. Arousal built up from seeing Taylor and from the egg lodged inside of her. Her eyes squinted shut. The orgasm cut through her, leaving her moaning.
Her eyes opened to find that Ian had undone Taylor’s pants and slipped them off. He stroked Taylor’s cock, rolling his hand around it. Taylor thrust in time, more than likely to the anal plug.
Ian saw her watching. One hand left Taylor to reach into his pocket. The egg changed patterns yet again, now doing a long buzz and a short pause.
Her body rained down its juices. Her clit pulsed in time with the vibrator.
Again, it changed to a steady slow buzz.
A strangled cry from Taylor broke the quiet. She glanced over to see him pumping his cock into Ian’s mouth as he orgasmed.
Taylor lay back, breathing like a freight train. The glittering tree lights reflected on his face. After a minute, he grabbed Ian, pulling him in for a fast and furious kiss.
Dinah reached down to pull out the vibrator.
They broke apart to stare at her.
She met Ian’s gaze. “It’s his turn, don’t you think, Taylor?”
Taylor reached into Ian’s pocket, taking both remotes. He switched the vibrators off. “Oh, yeah.” He grinned. “Take mine out.” Ian helped him take out the anal plug. Then Taylor shifted over behind Ian, pulling him to recline against him as Taylor rested his back on the wall beside the hearth.
She quickly turned her back to them. “Zipper.”
Ian’s hands shook as he pulled the tab down. She shrugged out of the dress as Ian blew out a breath. “My Christmas angel.”
No, they’d been the angels to her. They’d shown her the way. She reached around to unclasp her bra before slipping it off.
She shimmied over to them on her knees. Sliding the tab to Ian’s zipper down, she winked at Taylor. “Help me? Someone’s been naughty.”
His smile was huge. “You got it, darling.”
Ian’s voice came on a breath. “Don’t you two double team me.” He reached out to caress her breast.
She pulled back. “No. This is your turn.” She nodded to Taylor, who grasped both of Ian’s hands in his.
Taylor kissed the side of his neck. “Relax, Ian.”
With a sigh, he did.
She slid Ian’s pants down and shifted her body over him. She placed her sex directly over Ian’s rigid cock. Her hand came down to help guide him slowly into her channel.
Ian hissed as he penetrated her sex.
She lifted up again until the tip of his cock was the only thing inside her. Then, she planted herself back down. Repeating the actions, she squeezed in with her walls, clenching around him on each downturn of her body.
Ian’s hands whitened in Taylor’s, but Taylor didn’t release him.
She rolled herself back before grinding her pelvis as
hard as she could against him, unable to get close enough. Ian’s moan rumbled up deep from within him as he came, his hips thrusting forward wildly to fill her like she wanted.
After a moment, Taylor released Ian, who lay down in a daze with her cuddled beside him. Taylor grabbed a blanket to toss over them before lying down.
Ian kissed her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Dinah.”
Taylor kissed the other side. “Merry Christmas, darling.”
The tree lights twinkled. “Only because of you two.” She let out a contented sigh. “I’m glad you two aren’t like Christmas.”
“Why’s that?” Ian snuggled more into her.
“Because it only comes once a year.”
Mechele Armstrong
Writing stories and poetry as a hobby, Mechele graduated from Virginia Commonwealth University with a degree in Religious Studies and Social Welfare. Although there were challenges with work and family, the need to write and be published, to share her passion for books was always there.
During a rainy weekend at the beach reading several romance novels she fell in love, not with the hero, but with the genre again. So began a two-year adventure of doing what she loved most, creating worlds with strong heroines and enchanting heroes that will keep you turning pages until the end.
Living in Virginia with a husband, kids, dog, and fish, Mechele finds time to share her vivid imagination and ability to tell stories of adventure, love, lust, and everything in between.
Visit Mechele on the Web at http://www.mechelearmstrong.com, or email her at [email protected].
To read more about the characters and their world, check out Dinah’s Dark Desire by Mechele Armstrong.
Dinah has two hunky best friends, Ian and Taylor. They are there for her during any trauma that comes her way, especially when her boyfriend abuses her. But when they decide they want her between them forever and all ways possible, what will she decide about their relationship?
Being with them is the sexiest thing she’s ever done. They arouse her beyond anything she’d ever dreamed possible. And they give her a sense of completion, though she never imagined the American dream with Dick, Jane, and Robert. But odd things start happening. Ugly things that make her doubt who she’s becoming, she resists her desires, ignoring her gut feelings.
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