by Amanda Rose
“Lift your foot for me,” he commanded gently.
I obliged him without hesitation, letting him undress me at the pace he wanted.
This slow seduction of his was lighting my body up more and more with every gentle caress. I had felt Tobi’s aggressive affection and Ezra’s fiery passion. But Jasper surprised me with his tender, yet deliberate touches. I never expected it to be like this when it was just the two of us.
When I was in nothing more than my matching red, lace bra and panties. His hands gripped my waist and slowly he turned me around. I looked down at him with hooded eyes, ready for whatever he wanted to do with me next.
His hands went to the back of my knees and he tugged, not hard, but enough that it sent me down to straddle his lap.
“That was smooth,” I said with a smile.
“You have yet to see smooth, baby.” He pressed his lips to mine; his arms pulled me closer and his hands dove into my hair.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and held him to me as he lowered me backwards. Somehow, he had snapped the clasps of my bra without me feeling it, and peeled it away from my body as I settled against the soft blanket. The faux fur against my bare skin only heightened the sensations I felt tingling throughout my body.
He lowered himself on top of me, pressing his center against mine as he continued to kiss me. He wasn’t fast or overly zealous; he took his sweet time tasting my tongue on his. I wouldn’t even care if we went any further at this point, as long as he kept kissing me like this. It made my toes curl and my breathing heavy.
He shifted away from me and slipped out of the rest of his clothes. As he finished, he slid one hand from my ankle, all the way up to the edge of my underwear. He pulled them away, the slow act was torturous as my body yearned for his touch and to feel him inside me.
It was crazy how much I started to shake after that. Between how hot he was making me and the roaring fire beside us, I shouldn’t have been shaking. But this wasn’t feeling like the normal sexcapades I had with the guys. This was more than that. And I was scared of it.
Yet, I couldn’t pull myself away to stop. Not with how good my body felt beneath his commanding hands.
He played with me a little, sliding his fingers between my wet folds and biting my sensitive nipples. Every touch was so loving and tender.
“You are a goddess, Lowen Westmon,” he whispered into my ear just before entering me.
I moaned loudly as he began to move. He held onto me tightly, continually kissing me and touching me as he rocked into me over and over again. I heard nothing, but the beating of my own heart. I thought of nothing, but the feel of Jasper’s velvet skin sliding across mine. I saw nothing, but stars swimming across my vision. I was washed away into oblivion as he took me there on the floor beside the fire.
I wished I could admit to myself what this moment truly was, but the words refused to escape the deepest confines of my mind. The fire that built inside of me roared just as brightly as the one that casted shadows across our entangled bodies. I felt the pressure build as electricity flowed between our bodies. Whatever Jasper was igniting in me was more than the need to have fun – the three of them had opened a floodgate inside of me and released things I had never felt before. Things I didn’t want to feel.
With that I felt the tightened coil inside of me snap, and I called out his name as he drove into me one last time.
All too soon, it was over.
We had barely finished dressing when Tobi called asking if we were on the road yet. Surprisingly, Jasper kept it to himself on why we were late, confirming that this moment meant more to him than just a quickie.
As we stepped into the snow from the stairway to head to my Jeep, I was so busy thinking about what happened, that my foot caught a patch of slick ice. I felt like a cartoon character as I tried to catch myself, arms wind milling in the air. Unfortunately, I didn’t. My legs flew out from under me and I went down onto my ass, groaning in pain at the hard landing. Jasper had been too far ahead to catch me in time, but instead of helping me, he began to laugh.
“Would you shut up and help me up?” I seethed at him. I sounded madder than I intended, but I was pretty sure it was my mind rebelling against the thoughts that kept popping up about what just happened.
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, walking over to help me up. “Are you okay?”
I glowered at him, but quickly recovered. Just as he leaned down and held a hand out for me, I grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to me. Only, he didn’t land on the ice like I did; he ended up slipping and face planting into the snow.
It was my turn to laugh as he lifted himself to his knees.
"Oh no you didn't," Jasper said slowly, wiping the snow from his face and flicking it away.
“Your face … is priceless! Karma is a bitch, isn’t it?” I asked him through my laughter.
My laughter died quickly when I saw a mischievous look take over Jasper’s face. He scooted closer to me on his hands and knees, prowling like a panther stalking its prey.
I tried to crawl backwards away, but he snagged my ankle and slid me to him.
“You can’t just start a war and not finish it, Low,” Jasper said with a wicked grin.
I got no warning before a huge glob of snow was shoved up the back of my shirt. I yelped and jumped up from the ice. I danced around trying to get as much of it out as possible, but it was too late. My entire back and ass were now completely soaked through.
“That was a cheap fucking shot!” I bellowed at him before bending down to make a snowball.
“You’re just mad I had you wrapped around my little finger. You don’t start a fight with me and expect to come out a winner!” He started gathering up his own snow.
With an almighty battle cry that would’ve made my dad proud, I ran at him.
Complete chaos ensued as we fought each other with snowball after snowball. It was the most fun I had in a long time and by the end of it, I was just so happy, I didn’t even care how unbelievably soaked I was. This was what I needed to get the frustration of what I was feeling out. Anything to help keep away feelings I didn’t want to face at bay.
Jasper was finally the one to call it quits, grabbing me up and over his shoulder to throw me into my jeep. He hopped into the driver’s seat and cranked the engine then turned the heater on full blast.
“You’re not even going to let me change before we go?” I asked him.
“No time! Tobi will kill us if we’re late.”
I gave him a pout as my body shook, the heat of the Jeep not warming me fast enough. I wouldn’t have started anything had I known I wouldn’t get to change out of my wet clothes beforehand.
“Nope! You should’ve thought about that before starting a snowball fight,” he teased with a smile as he shrugged off his jacket then handed it over. “But, I’ll give you my jacket to warm you up faster.”
Fuck new clothes! This works.
I stole the guy’s jackets frequently when I was too lazy to go search out my own. I always felt safe in theirs. I couldn’t help bringing the edge of the jacket to my nose and subtly smelling the musky cologne on the leathery material, memorizing the spicy scent as Jasper drove us towards the city. Jasper never smelled bad.
It was then as we drove, that the reality of them leaving hit me.
I hated to admit it, but I’d miss having them close. I’d miss having them at all. I knew once they went back to their regular lives after the holidays, we wouldn’t see each other anymore. That was what I wanted when we agreed to everything. No attachments. Just fun. But then what happened with Jasper by the fire was starting to make me rethink everything I’d said I wanted.
I just didn’t know if that was good or bad.
CHAPTER NINE
“Shaq”
I couldn't believe what I was seeing when Jasper and I walked into the venue.
The building looked a lot bigger inside than it did outside. The ceilings were vaulted and at least five stories
high. White Christmas lights were strung around large pillars that lined the room. There were at least six Christmas trees, hundreds of red bows and wreaths hung around the room and everything smelled like brown sugar and cinnamon.
The guys had obviously not spared an expense making this place breathtaking. If it wasn't for the stage covered in fake snow that was at the back of the room, I never would've guessed a strip show was about to go down. There were hundreds of tables set up all around the middle of the room and chairs set up along the stage next to the wide catwalk that jutted out from it.
The teams that would be dancing were milling about the room; some of which were in an array of costumes from red leather Santas, to speedo wearing elves. Very few were still in regular clothes. But all of them were just as sexy as the three men I'd been sharing the cabin with. It was a bit intimidating being the only female moving through the crowd as Jasper tugged me towards the back where a set of doors led to behind the stage.
Tobi and Ezra were talking to some of the stage crew when we entered. Tobi gave an exaggerated sigh and looked up as if thanking God, we'd made it. I was thankful when I saw there were two women in the stage crew. It meant I wasn't completely surrounded.
Ezra scooped me up for a hug and kissed me quickly. "About time you two made it. We were worried you wouldn't get here in time to get you all sexied up."
"I'm already sexy. You didn't need to worry about that," Jasper responded smugly.
"He didn't mean you dumbass," supplied Tobi who grabbed me then hugged and kissed me as well. His kiss was a bit more searing than and not nearly as quick as what Ezra had given me.
I grinned like an idiot when he released me. "You can blame Jas for our late arrival. He decided to pick a snowball fight."
"I was going to ask why your clothes were damp," Ezra said before shooting Jasper a scolding look.
"She started it not me. I just finished it," Jasper defended with his hands held up.
"Which he liked reminding me the whole way here," I added and stuck my tongue out at him.
He snapped his teeth at me. "Woman, don't tease me right now. Tobi will be pissed if we disappear out of this room before you've gotten ready."
"Yes, I will. You," Tobi said to me pointedly. "Meet Mindy and Grace. They're going to do your hair and makeup." He motioned to the two girls standing off to the side. They gave me with friendly smiles as they shook my hand. "Girls," he said to them. "Make her look hotter than she already is please. The works."
"You got it!" The one name Mindy said before she grabbed my shoulders and steered me towards another room off to the side.
Oh, lord ... what had I gotten myself into?
An hour later, I was finished having my face washed, scrubbed, plucked and made up. My hair was done in full curls that gave my normally flat hair a shit ton more volume than it was used to. I was relatively impressed with what those girls had done. My hair shined more, and my face looked sculpted from stone by how smoothly they'd contoured it. My eyes were smoky with thick, fake lashes added. My cheekbones shimmered like they were made of glass from the glitter they put on them. My lips were painted blood red with a lipstick I was sure I'd have to use acetone to remove. And finally, after getting my full outfit put on, my skin that wasn't covered was dusted with silver glitter powder, giving it an added shimmer.
Thigh high, red and white striped stockings were added into my outfit, along with red stiletto pumps that I was terrified to even walk in. I'd heard the show begin halfway through getting ready and knew I didn't have long before the guys came looking for me. The sounds of music and women screaming could be heard like an avalanche from the little dressing room I was in. It seemed weird I'd be performing in front of so many women, but the guys had assured me that there were men out there as well. Most of them were most likely gay, but my part would still be appreciated by the few who weren't.
I was scared to show the guys how I looked, but I had a feeling they'd like what the girls had done. I took a deep breath and threw on my Santa robe before stepping from the room. I quickly found the guys standing by a group waiting for their turn on the stage. It wasn't until I was halfway across the room that Ezra noticed me first. His jaw dropped. He elbowed Jasper next to him, who also gaped. Tobi turned noticing the looks on both their faces. I'd never seen Tobi look surprised before. It was a damn good look on him.
Several other men who'd been close by also looked to see what was going on and made the same faces. Did I really look that good?
"Holy shit..." Jasper said; his mouth opened and closed like a fish as he gave me serious elevator eyes.
I gave them all a smirk and stopped to give them a twirl.
"Looks good?" I asked. I secretly felt self-conscious, but I knew if I acted like I owned it, then maybe I'd feel like I owned it.
"Fuck yeah it does! Damn, babe," Ezra said, grabbing my hand and bringing me closer to twirl me around again.
"I'm pretty sure there will be some women in the audience that'll go lesbian for you tonight." Tobi added.
My cheeks flushed at how they all continued to eye me like I was a big juicy steak. Maybe this was how I got my four-way with them. That'd be a hell of a way to say goodbye to these beautiful bastards.
Goodbye.
I internally chastised myself for letting the fact that they would be leaving, get to me. I didn't catch feelings. They were a great answer to the loneliness this holiday season, but after the show, it was back to normal for me.
"How long until we go on?" I asked them, distracting myself from the thoughts.
"Three more teams to go before us, each with a twenty-minute set. Then it's us and we tally the votes from the judges hidden in the audience. After our set, we'll announce the winners and that'll be it," Tobi answered. He stopped then held up a finger to me. "I almost forgot. I have something for you; it’s for your opening part of the act."
He turned and pulled something from beneath a table that was set up against a wall. When he lifted it, I saw it was a red-velvet sack that looked just like Santa's toy bag.
"What the hell is that for?" I asked him, eyeing it warily. It was huge, and I wasn't entirely positive I could carry it while walking in these damn heels.
"Don't worry, it's not as heavy as it looks," Ezra said to me, seeming to have read the look on my face easily. "It’s full of some little gifts for the ladies in the audience. You're going to hype them up with these. Just open the bag and start tossing them into the crowd."
I arched my brow in suspicion. I undid the rope that tied it together and opened it, only to immediately start laughing at the contents. I reached in and pulled out the most monstrous, black dildo I'd ever seen. It was as thick as my wrist and lined with bulging veins. I was a bit worried about the woman who caught this one.
"Taking toys to a whole new level, aren't you?" I asked them with a laugh as I held up the monstrosity.
"Don't act like you're not impressed," Jasper jested, elbowing my side with a wink.
"Hardy har har. The woman who catches this is going to need a damn wheelchair when she's done with it. Imma call it Shaq," I said, waving it in Jasper's face.
"Shit, she’s naming them now,” he said to the others before snatching Shaq away from me and shoving it back in the bag. “You're not allowed to touch these until you're passing them out. I don't need a big, black dick being waved in my face."
"You're no fun!" I heard someone shout from across the room. I turned and saw a very large and delicious looking black guy waving.
Everyone laughed.
"You're getting payback tonight, babe. Just you wait," Jasper whispered seductively in my ear before smacking my behind.
"Hands off Lowen until after the show, Jas," Ezra said, grabbing my shoulders and moving me to the other side of him. "Don't need you trying to exact revenge before our turn and making our prized prop late."
I giggled at Ezra's teasing and looked over at Jasper. He mouthed 'It's on tonight woman'.
I sure hoped it wa
s. I wanted all of them one last time before this was all over.
Over....
Fuck, I hated that word.
CHAPTER TEN
“Too much?”
The show was a complete success.
The second I stepped onto that stage, I was hit with an uproar of noise from men and women alike. I shook and stumbled a bit when I first started out, but as the music began to play and I was passed between my guys, the fear evaporated away.
So long as they each caught me, touched me, and moved me, I was fine.
The first part of the dance I did in my robe, including throwing the numerous shapes and sizes of dildo’s and vibrators that I tossed into the audience. When I threw Shaq, which I realized was the biggest, veiniest bastard in the bunch; I gritted my teeth in horror at the tiny woman who caught him. Best of luck to her.
I laughed when I spotted Sara in the audience, throwing me two thumbs up before tossing a ten-dollar bill at me. I gave her a wink and did a little booty shake in her direction, gaining a laugh from her. I was surprised she was there, but I guess I should’ve expected my bestie to be there. Caleb wouldn’t let her miss this.
The guys were the ones to disrobe me, showing off my revealing outfit beneath. I strutted my stuff, getting the ladies in the audience worked up as I skimmed my hands along my guys. It took everything in me not to drag them all off stage as I fondled them in front of everyone. I was basically a show girl, walking between them to take off their own robes, and then tear away the Velcro pants from each of them as I passed.
As the women got hyped up, tossing dollar bills at their feet, so did I. Heat pooled between my legs as they gyrated their hips, flexed their muscles, and moved their bodies in ways that made you feel like they were having sex with you, yet they weren’t even touching you. But I knew what they felt like. I was the one lucky girl out of all the women here to have experienced how those hips felt pressed to mine. What their tongues tasted like. What their asses felt like when tightened. It was a glorious feeling. Jasper had been right after all.
