by Amanda Rose
Getting a Christmas tree over twenty feet tall at this point is almost impossible. I end up paying thousands of dollars to have one flown in special from Oregon. It seems silly to me considering Vail is literally surrounded by evergreen forests. The only positive part of the whole situation is that I do manage to get Colden to visit a Christmas tree lot with me to pick out the small trees.
The rest of the week flies by in much the same way … and it's pure bliss, our fledgling friendship that started that night by firelight is wonderful. There is just an easiness to it. Colden slowly opens up, the warmth of his spirit beginning to shine through more and more. His stone-faced looks of boredom and disinterest get replaced with laughter and smiles. Anita even takes me aside and gives me a hug and thanks me, saying she has only seen Colden smile a handful of times in the last few years. On the fourth night, I convince him to sleep next to me instead of that chair. We end up lying there for hours talking and when I wake up in the morning, he's spooning me. My heart pitter-patters in my chest. Tucked in the safety of Colden's arms, surrounded by his comforting scent, with his hot breath teasing my hair, is the closest thing to heaven I have ever experienced.
The day that Hudson, Jack, Gabe, and Whit are supposed to arrive, I have nervous butterflies the entire day, but I don't let that stop me from getting my work done. Everything looks great so far. The whole house is decked out in almost a thousand feet of live garland I had shipped in from Washington state. A massive custom wreath is hanging above the main ballroom fireplace, the centerpieces for the tables arrive tomorrow, and the outside is lined in red and white lights.
All the trees are up and in their places, strung with their own lights and just waiting to be decorated. It should be smooth sailing from here on out. Everything has come together at an incredible rate. If you'd told me last week I would get an event like this ready on such short notice, I would've said you were nuts. Tonight, after all the staff go home, I have a special evening planned. I'm making a big fancy dinner for just the six of us then I'm going to decorate the big Christmas tree with the antique ornaments I asked Jack to bring with him; I'm hoping I can get them all to do it with me.
Days ago, I let Anita know I needed the kitchen all to myself. I'm making my own homemade Christmas dinner; I do it every year. With the Christmas party and all, I know I won't get a chance, so tonight will be my own personal celebration.
I wake up early, slip into a sexy gold Herve Lager bandage dress, red patent pumps, simple understated ruby studs, and a matching necklace. I pull my hair into a ponytail, fastening a piece of holly for a little extra holiday flair.
I get started right away, slipping on a silly gingerbread themed apron and taking my heels off—I'm not cooking for hours in heels—and putting on some pop Christmas tunes.
I'm singing and doing a stupid little dance to All I Want for Christmas by Mariah Carey while I'm stirring my homemade cranberry sauce when I hear a sultry whisper in my ear.
“You look fucking delicious.” Hot breath hits my skin and a violent shiver runs down my body. “Almost as good as you looked when my fingers were stroking your wet pussy.” The heated sound sends a shudder through me and butterflies to my stomach. The sinful intentions behind the words set my body on fire and flood my brain with sex. Hudson's voice is a sumptuous feast for the ears. His hands slide down my waist to rest on my hips. Carnal desire takes over. I arch my back, pushing my ass toward him. I feel like a woman possessed.
“I never expected such an enthusiastic response. What has Colden done to you?” he growls, grinding himself against me. He's already hard; I can feel it. “Or is it what he hasn't done?” he snarls, massaging the sensitive flesh of my hips.
“I—” I try to look back towards him, but his hands slide down my hips and push the tight gold fabric of my dress up, and all I can do is moan. I hear the sound of him undoing his belt buckle. Anyone could walk in here and see us. A thrill of excitement races through me. His hot palms slide back down my waist, under the tiny band of my panties, pushing them down my thighs. He positions himself at my opening. And I want him like I've never wanted anything in my life. “Please. Fuck me,” I whimper.
“Only if you make me a deal,” he says with a groan. And the noise is so sexy I moan in response, tilting my ass in a silent plea to continue.
“Anything.”
“If you come first, you'll drop to your knees in that sexy little apron and suck my dick,” he grinds out like he couldn't think of anything sexier. My body agrees.
“Yes. Dear god, hurry,” I pant. My sex is dripping with proof of my violent need, and Hudson fills me with a groan of masculine approval.
“So, eager,” he says, but I cant respond.
Trapped between his lean muscular body and the counter, I succumb. I go pliant, melting into the pleasure of his skilled thrusts. He doesn't stop working my pulsing body, pounding me until I come with a violent scream. I collapse with a small sigh of contentment.
Hudson pulls out and steps back. I turn to look at him. He is gorgeous. The full length of his glorious penis proudly displayed. The soft wave of chocolate hair falls on his forehead and caramel eyes heavy with desire look me up and down with a wicked smirk.
“A deals a deal. Now get on your knees and suck my dick,” he commands. His sinful smile dripping with confidence. I turn towards him, stepping out of my panties. His smile gets a little wider. Why can't control myself? A face brimming with lust watches me as I drop to my knees in front of him. I keep my blue eyes locked onto his. Standing there, staring down at me, he looks majestic. Powerful. Sensational. Like some ancient virile god of seduction.
He stares into my eyes as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, slipping the hard shaft between my lips. His hands drop to my head and his fingers thread their way through my hair. He massages my scalp in a gentle motion.
“Yes, sweet thing, just like that,” he says. The words are an aphrodisiac, reigniting my insatiable desire. I take him deeper into my mouth then pull back, swirling my tongue around the head. Teasing. Coaxing him towards the same sweet release I just experienced. He drops his head back in pleasure. My body flushes with new arousal as I continue to lick and pump and suck him closer to orgasm.
“Fuck,” he groans, and shudders as he comes, spilling himself into my mouth. I sit back, my face flushed with need. How can I still be so turned-on?
“Oh hey, Colden. Natalie and I are done if you want to hang out,” Hudson says, looking over his shoulder. My heart starts pounding. Did he just see us? I don't want to do anything to ruin the close friendship that we've developed over the last few days.
I stand up, wiping my mouth. The look on Colden's face is pure rage. I meet his eyes, pleading for him to calm down.
He grits his teeth, turns around without a word, stomping out the back door and slamming it behind him. But I can't let him go, not with all that pain and darkness swirling inside his heart. I've seen the cracks in his stone facade; I won't let them scab over. I need him to keep that openness, that vulnerability that he's shown me … The world is a better place for having Colden in it.
I chase him into the snowy night. I'm only wearing the tiny dress and an apron; I even forgot to put on shoes, so I'm freezing. But it doesn't matter. The cold burn isn't as painful as the hurt look in his eyes.
“Colden,” I say. He stops walking, but doesn't look at me. I run in front of him and put my palm against his chest. “Please. Don't leave,” I plead.
I can't feel my feet and my whole body is shivering with cold. but my heart is quivering with fear. I can't let Colden lose himself to his own frozen heart. He doesn't move for several seconds. The golden wave of hair is hanging in his face, obscuring my view of his expression. I've made such a terrible mistake. I feel like crying.
Then he reaches up, pulls his jacket off his shoulders, and drapes it over my trembling ones. My heart soars and I fall in love with him just a little in that moment. Even in a violent rage of jealousy, he is kind and caring. How
can he be so wrong about himself?
When his blue eyes finally meet mine, there isn't anger or kindness. There is only a feral look of desperate lust. Wild. Hungry. Carnal. He wraps one arm around my waist, yanking me roughly against his hard chest. He kisses me with such avarice I can do nothing but yield to his violent demands.
Mine, he says with each flick of his tongue. He shows no indication that he can taste Hudson on my lips but he must. His free hand cups my partially exposed ass cheek, lifting me up tighter against him. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him deeper. The same animalistic frenzy that has a hold of him overwhelms me. I stop shivering with cold and instead, I shiver with want. The warmth of his rock-solid body presses against mine, protecting me from the frigid winter air. He carries me through the door, all the way up the stairs to the bedroom, our mouths locked together the entire time. He tosses me on the bed, slipping his fingers under his tie and pulling it over his head.
“Take off all your clothes. I want you bare and open for me,” he snarls, pulling off the rest of his own clothes. I get my first look at the muscular lines of his well-built body. I must have died and gone to heaven. The length of his shaft is displayed unashamedly. It's enormous. I start to strip as fast as I can, throwing off the warm jacket that smells like him. I untie the apron and yank the dress over my head. I don't have to take off my own panties because the scrap of red lace is lying on the kitchen floor.
Colden reaches behind my back, unclasping my bra with practiced skill. When it falls away, I gasp. I'm bare and open, just like he asked. He palms my breast, taking the tender aching mound in his large hand, kneading and massaging it. With little pomp and circumstance, Colden climbs between my legs. He hovers above me, closing his eyes, trying to get control of his frenzy.
But I don't want him to.
I want the full force of his storm, on me, in me.
“Please,” I beg, and Colden's eyes flash with heat. He grabs my hips with one hand, using the other to guide himself to my wet slit, and enters me with a rough, angry thrust.
He fucks me, pushing me into the mattress, grinding deep, holding me there as I writhe in ecstasy.
“Mine,” he growls. He fucks me hard and violent and frenzied but not quick. His. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he moans. The sound is primal and possessive and desperate, greedy even. Male. Slowly, his thrusts get faster and faster, riding the high of giving into an ardor so strong it has consumed my every thought for almost a week. He pants and gasps. The sounds of approval ripping from his throat are so incredibly beastly. The wild sounds spur me closer to the edge of orgasm.
“Natalie,” he groans; my vision blurs. “You're mine,” he practically roars. I feel his massive shaft pulse several times as he comes hard, spilling his hot seed inside the most vulnerable part of my soft tender body. He collapses with a ragged sigh of contentment, letting himself drop onto the bed next to me. His stunning eyes are calm, peaceful as a mountain lake.
“That was quite the show, but I beg to differ. I found her first. I fucked her first. I'd say that makes her mine.” Gabe's sinfully cruel voice comes from the doorway, smooth as cognac. Corruption incarnate. A tall lean slice of naughty draped in the scrumptious tailored lines of another expensive suit. He licks his lips; his body language exudes arrogance and authority.
He is baiting Colden, trying to get a rise out of him. Colden doesn't move or attempt to get up. Instead he grabs me, pulling my still naked body against him possessively. I love the feel of being wrapped in his powerful arms, but if I ignore Gabe, he won't stop.
“Excuse you both. I will decide who I'll fuck. And for the record, I got fingered by Hudson,” I start counting, holding up one finger, “watched Jack masturbate to Hudson and me.” I hold up a second finger and then a third. “And got pounded by Whit before you ever got to touch me. So I wouldn't act so high and mighty,” I say, sitting up to face him.
He adjusts his glasses and smirks at me, not in the least discouraged or upset by my words. I wish I had clothes on. It is so not fair that I have to argue naked while he gets to stand there looking regal and put together. He pinches the corner of his glasses, pulling them down so he can look over the top of the frame. My cunt pulses in response. How can this be? I just finished. The cruel cold gray of his eyes are magnetic, drawing me in.
“Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me.” The silken tones of his cultured voice are seduction incarnate. He takes his jacket off as he talks, laying it nicely over the back of a chair. He then begins taking off his cuff links and tie, setting them on the seat of the same chair.
“That is beside the point,” I say. But my eyes can't stop following his every careful movement. He begins unbuttoning his shirt slowly; he is devious.
“No, that is exactly the point. You want to fuck me. And I can't get the image of you bent over that piano screaming my name out of my mind.” He slips his shirt off and lays it over the jacket. “I think if we fuck a few more times, this obsession will lessen,” he says simply, leaning down to untie his shoes. Gabe is rude, condescending, conceited, and delightfully villainous—and it turns me on. I want to slap him and fuck him at the same time, like my irritation and hatred morph into some sort of natural aphrodisiac.
“Despite what you think, the world doesn't revolve around you. There are other people's feelings to consider,” I say with narrowed eyes. I reach down and rest the palm of my hand on Colden's heated flesh.
“I think she is talking about you Colden,” Gabe says, completely ignoring me. “What do you say?” He lifts his eyebrows suggestively. He doesn't take his eyes off me. My skin dampens under the intense scrutiny.
“Huh? Am I missing something?” I say, crinkling my brows in confusion. He can't possibly be suggesting what I think he is, not with Colden's past.
“Lets stop beating around the bush shall we. A threesome. You needn't play coy with me; I can read you like an open book.” He growls the last word at me, the sound tantalizing even though I wish I didn't like it.
“A threesome with you and … Colden?” I stutter. The idea heats every cell in my body. I look over at Colden, lying there with his eyes closed. His face is schooled into a neutral mask. I don't know if it's just an inveterate tendency or an attempt to quell a surge of unwanted emotions. “I don't think that is a good idea.”
“Of course it is. Don't you trust him?” Gabe asks, feigning worry. He even lays his palm against the smooth plain of his own perfect chest. Talk about overacting. That conniving sack of garbage. He knows exactly what he's doing, trying to manipulate me and Colden simultaneously. It's not going to be that easy.
“Of course. It's you I don't trust,” I retort. I resist the urge to stick out my tongue. The jerk makes me want to act so childish. He walks closer to the bed, unbuckling his belt as he moves.
“Prove it,” he says, dropping his slacks and underwear to the ground. He grabs the base of his dick, silently daring me. I want to … but Colden. He sits up suddenly, cracking those stunning blue eyes. He looks me up and down, contemplative but also appreciative. His big beautiful dick swells with excitement. He glances at Gabriel. They lock gazes momentarily, silently communicating.
“Fine. But don't push me, Gabe. If I tell you to stop, you'd better fucking listen.” My mouth hangs open in shock. Am I dreaming?
“Are you sure?” I scoot towards him, meeting his eyes.
“Yes, but I'm in charge,” Colden replies. Gabriel narrows his slate colored eyes, but doesn’t disagree. Clearly Gabe isn't used to letting anyone take charge at all because he doesn't wait to be told what to do. Completely nude but still arrogant as ever, he saunters over and sits on the end of the bed.
“Well, do you think you can handle this or do I need to be on top?” he says with a cruel smile. I know he's manipulating me, trying to get a rise out of me, but the comment irritates me anyway. I'm not going to let him get his way that easily.
I touch Colden's chest gently, asking him to lie back. I climb on, positioning his ma
ssive dick at my opening. His hands grip my hips somewhat roughly as he drops his head back and closes his eyes. Inch by inch, I lower myself onto his cock. At this angle, he feels so much bigger. Longer. Somehow my wet pussy manages to take the full length of his impressive penis. And I sit back with a gasp of triumph. The sound causes Colden's firm grip to tighten. My hips are going to be bruised tomorrow. I lean down, resting my hands on the wide expanse of his perfect body, and start to move my hips. Small sounds of pleasure almost immediately escape my lips.
Gabe is pissed. He tries to hide it, but I can see it in his eyes. He sees me watching and smiles at me, a look of devilish delight sweeping over his face. He gets up and positions himself behind me, standing at the edge of the bed where Colden and I lay perpendicular to the headboard.
I try to turn so I can see what he's doing.
He leans against me and whispers in my ear, “You're going to regret that.”
Then he shoves me against Colden's bare chest. Hard. Pinning me there. The softness of my breasts are squished between us. Colden is still inside my hot cunt, but I can't move. I moan and writhe in ecstasy. Gabriel positions his ridged shaft at my ass then shoves himself in roughly. It walks the fine line between pleasure and pain. I was right—every second with him is exquisite torture. I go pliant, giving into each hard thrust. Being trapped between these two gods of sin and sex is pleasurable beyond words. Bliss. Nirvana. Heaven.
Gabriel puts one of his hands over Colden's, subtly taking over, using the other to grab a fistful of my hair. He yanks my head back, and I moan. He's such a prick, I shouldn't like what he's doing, but for some reason … I do. Maybe it's because, even as he's grunting and filling me with his cock, I can sense the lost and broken boy underneath. He needs to feel something, just like Colden does. And if I can be that catalyst, why would I even want to say no?
The pleasure coils inside of me, a storm to rival the one outside the window, the howling winds of my own ecstasy crashing through me, making my muscles clench and tighten, trapping the two powerful, dangerous men inside of me. I hold them there with the simple force of my cunt, milking their shafts, begging them to finish and find their own pleasure.
