A Naughty Santa Gram

by Alyssa D Mynx

  Masculine laughs sound around me, and the guys all share a look I can't decipher. Oh well, I blame it on tipsy avoid-the-stress-and-emotions Blake. She can't seem to pick up subtle clues.

  "And you," I say as I turn, glancing at the last guy who's playing on his phone, "are Johnny. I like you, Johnny, and I think I want a three plus some with you.

  Silence meets my words, and I think I've got the wrong name until Ethan gives Johnny a hard nudge, dislodging his phone and making him drop it. Johnny groans and leans over, picking up his phone, and the whole table shakes when some part of him hits the table.

  "Ouch! Son of a..." he trails off, seeing me and getting that deer in headlights look again. "Erm, yeah, sorry, swearing, head hit my hard on table." I think he realizes what he just said because he blushes to match my Cherry Pie and stammers on. "No, I'm sorry, I just.... Ungh." He puts his head in his hands and mumbles something else under his breath.

  All the guys start to laugh, Xav throwing an arm around Johnny and giving him a hard pat on the back. "It's ok, Johnny, I was tongue-tied when I met her, too, so I feel you."

  "Totally. I had to work up the nerve to go talk to her when she was basically naked, so you've at least met her with clothes on," Ethan states.

  "Dude," Landon whisper shouts, "not helping."

  "Alrighty boys, let a woman handle this. Johnny, you're freaking sexy with those glasses, and I don't know you well, but I'd like to. Like, on a physical level. Oh, and here's something about me. I'm sassy, I take what you give me and return it two-fold, and I like old school video games, plus a bunch of new ones on my phone."

  Johnny raises his head and straight up asks, "Pac Man or Galaga?"

  I shrug. "Why choose?"

  He nods, thinking, then puts his phone down.

  "What other games do you enjoy? Any of the new modern games coming out? What about for your phone or tablet? Do you like it for fun or to waste time? What motivates you? Are the graphics what you'd expect with a storyline you see? Anything you hate? What about --"

  "Whoa man, give her time to answer the questions," Xav jokes.

  "Shit, she released the kraken. Now we'll never get him to stop," Ethan mutters affectionately.

  "Right, um, my bad." Johnny blushes again.

  Of course, I have a huge bite of bloody prime rib in my mouth when everyone goes silent, and I'm not about to waste my precious by eating too fast. I just hold up a finger and close my eyes, moaning at the hunk of meat I have filling my mouth. I know it's leaking down my chin, but at this point, I could get it all over my chest like a bukkake shot, and I'd be just fine with that.

  When the last bit of meat is down my gullet, I finally open my eyes. Five pairs of hot eyes meet mine, and there is some shifting and adjusting around the table.

  "Oops, sorry, guys. I just like meat."

  "Please, for the love of video games, keep going," Johnny stammers, swallowing hard and shooting me a shy grin, then glancing at Ethan.

  "Oh, buddy, I will, no worries. So, video games are your thing, then?" I ask him, motioning the others to have conversation or food among themselves. Low murmurs start up between the guys.

  "You could say that. I, well, I design games. I'm a software engineer specializing in gaming graphics and story lines."

  "That is super awesome! What games have you helped develop? Any I would know?" I ask, thoroughly intrigued by this little nerd. Never figured nerd was my type, but apparently, it is.

  "Well, I did help with the Upset Flyers game, but they didn't like the name I came up with, so it was changed. Now, you look, and we've got several games for your phone, merch, and a couple of movies based off of it."

  "I freaking love that game! Taking out King Piggly Wiggly is the best part. He's so fat and weird. You helped make that?" Seriously, this guy is now my new hero.

  "Er, yeah," Johnny murmurs, blushing again.

  "That's awesome. What about the rest of you, what secret awesomeness do you guys have?" I inquire a bit loudly to our other tablemates, taking another bite of prime rib and moaning to myself.

  "I think I just want to watch you enjoy yourself while you eat," Landon says, shooting me a wink.

  A hearty round of agreement sounds out.

  "As long as you guys all go get a plate too. I hate to be the only pig at the trough."

  Everyone leaves to get food minus Drake and me. I moan a little harder, just for him, and put my hand on his upper thigh as I do so. Something darker is compelling me forward, making me be bolder.

  "Watch it, Brat. I'll own that ass again if you don't stop."

  "Mmm, I think I'm just relaxed enough that I'd let you. How's the coat closet sound?" I smirk, sending him a wink and changing the whole hand on his leg to one finger moving in little swirls.

  "If I weren't the host, we'd already have been in there, Brat. But you'll just have to be content with waiting."

  I pout, putting out my bottom lip. "I don't want to wait! I think you're fucking hot, and I want to do you again, maybe even call you sir again. Don't you want that?"

  "More than anything. However, I think you need some more food and water in you."

  "But--"

  Drake gives me the look, and I shut up quickly. My ass is already burning from thoughts of future play, and Angela is salivating, the damned whore. I shift in my seat and go back to eating.

  Soon enough, the other guys are returning with food and drinks, and I'm all finished. All I really want is to eat the shit out of that cheesecake now, but I'm so full, a pin to the belly would pop me like a balloon.

  As soon as Drake is done eating, I beg him to go out on the dance floor with me.

  "It'll be fun."

  "We've already done this," he complains.

  "So? It was for like five minutes. I need more."

  "Five more minutes then."

  "Nope, you're stuck with me until one of these guys," I instruct, gesturing towards his friends that are actively listening to our conversation, "come to rescue you.” Winking, I side-whisper at them, “Take your time."

  They all laugh and give Drake a little ribbing, and I can't blame them. He is such a tight-ass that you could bounce a penny off of him. Or his ass. Whichever.

  I get him back to the center of the dance floor and snag a glass of wine off the tray a waitress is carrying, hoping to finish drowning out things and be able to enjoy myself. Supper took my happy buzz to a nothing, so a girl’s got to do what a girl has got to do. Downing it, I place it on another passing tray and grab Drake for the slow dance that's playing.

  I nestle myself into his chest, happy for the warmth. His sandalwood scent is intoxicating. If I were male, my arousal would be as obvious as a tent pole right now. I move closer into him as we rock back and forth, no real dance moves, just swaying to the beat, and purposely rubbing up against him.

  "Brat," he warns.

  "Shh. You know you like it," I say, turning my head up from where I had it settled to face him.

  "Doesn't matter, you little minx. You need to stop before one of the others comes out here."

  "But it would be fun. Want to know another secret?" I blurt out, that last glass of wine starting to hit me, as well as the don't-care Blake.

  "Sure," Drake agrees.

  I tug his head down to mine and whisper in his ear, "I plan to make all five of you want me tonight. I don’t want to choose, and you all seem to like sharing, so... I want to feel all of you."

  Drake snaps his head back, shock and excitement flashing across his face. "Do you know what you're saying? Do you understand?"

  His hands tighten on my upper arms as his eyes search deep within me, seeking something, but I don't know what.

  BZZZ. BZZZ. Fuck.

  "It means I like you five, I'm horny as hell, and right now, I don't really care about anything else," I say desperately, trying as hard as I can to ignore the phone. I'm about to throw the damned thing into a punch bowl.

  "Well, then I suppose we should be gentlemen and cooper
ate with the lady," Drake says, relaxing again and tucking me up against his chest, his erection hitting me hard in the stomach.

  We sway a bit more, and very very slowly, he calms down. It takes a couple of songs, but he gets there. Good thing, too, because at that moment, Johnny walks up.

  "Drake, umm, may I cut in? Also, you realize this sort of dance is usually done by moving more rapidly than you two are, with more space between you?"

  Drake just chuckles. "Yes, Johnny, I just had to hold her for a bit. She's all yours now, my friend, and watch out: she's a woman on a mission tonight," he warns, releasing me and kissing my hand like they do in the movies before giving it to Johnny.

  "So," I inquire, "is Johnny really your name?" I figure simple is better with him. He's even more high strung than I am right now. Surprisingly, Johnny does significantly faster dancing than Drake. Hopefully this upbeat music will work some of his anxiousness out.

  "Actually, it's Johnathon, but my friends have called me Johnny since we went to camp together. That's how we all met, you know."

  "Really? I wondered, because I know you all aren't the same age," I huff out, ready for another slow song again.

  "It was a summer camp for boys, and we were housed together. They mixed up the bigger kids and the little kids, and we just clicked. Every year we requested to be put together, and we'd write and hang out when we could. We all lived in the same state, and then we all went to the same college and stuff. Afterwards, we decided to move in together and save some money, and here we are today." Damned man isn't even breaking stride.

  "That's awesome. Tell me, who's the youngest and who's the oldest?" I beg through small gasps, intrigued by these men.

  "Xav is the oldest, then Drake, Landon, Ethan, and I'm the youngest. Really, I shouldn't have been at that camp, but they went by grades, not by age, and, well, I was smart, so I'd jumped a few."

  Thank God, the tempo changes to a slower pace, and we move in closer. Johnny’s cheeks turn red, and he moves his hands around until finally, I take it and settle it behind my back just above my ass. Then, taking his left, I put it behind my neck, just the way I like it. He relaxes when I take over where he needs to touch, and I just curl my arms into myself and relax into him.

  "Hey, Johnny?"

  "Yeah, Blake?"

  "Want to know a secret?"

  "Sure. But you should know that I'm very bad at keeping secrets, probably the worst out of the group," he whispers, a blush filling his face.

  "That's ok. I think this is one you'll keep to yourself."

  "If you believe so, then ok. What's your secret?"

  I pull his head down to mine, because dammit if I'm not a short hobbit, and whisper into his ear, "I'd love to give you gamer head sometime."

  Johnny jerks back, his face flaming. "You, you want, what?"

  I feel bold as I say, "I want to suck your cock while you play one of your video games. It's something I've always wanted to do."

  "But, you, why― why me?"

  I shrug. "You're sexy in that nerdy way. I bet you haven't had too many women offer that, and I'm feeling a bit sexually open and horny. " I bring one hand down to his pants and capture his hardening cock. "Besides, I don't think you're too against the idea, now, are you?"

  "Fuuuuck," he groans out, grinding his hips into my hand and moving both hands to my ass. "You don't even know me, Love, so why would..." he trails off.

  "Why would I want to do you? I think having you in my hands, in my mouth, under my control, would make me very happy. And I know Drake and Landon and Xav, and if you're one of their crew, then I know you're safe to trust. And I don't know, I've had a sexual awakening since my ex, and I want to see where this thing goes." I shrug. "So, you interested?"

  "F-fuck yes I am. But Landon is headed this way, and I'm, umm, I'm showing some."

  "Good. I think you should go to the bathroom and calm down. No release,” I warn playfully, “just calm down."

  "Fuck," he exclaims again, capturing my chin in his hand and leaning in to give me one of the hottest and fastest kisses I've ever received before I'm abruptly released.

  I have a hand to my lips as Landon approaches with a couple glasses of wine. God, I love this man already.

  "Sweetness, what did you do to scare off our Johnny? Were you being naughty?"

  "I only told him I wanted to suck his cock while he games sometime."

  Landon stumbles, eyes going huge and nearly dropping the glasses. "Well, uh, yeah, that would do it. Here." He shoves a glass into my hands, cheeks getting darker. He downs his glass of wine and looks around, searching for a place to put it. I sip my glass as I watch him, wondering what he's thinking about me and my sexual desires. Finally, a waiter passes by, and he sets his glass on their tray.

  I motion the waiter forward and set mine there as well, unfinished, but I’m more interested in dancing with this big man than sipping wine. A faster song comes on, and I can see my girl Jenna a ways away, turning to put her back to Dillon. I like the way she's thinking, and it's dim enough on the dance floor that I think I can get away with what I'm going to do next.

  I tug on Landon's dress shirt and bring him down to my level. "Dance with me, make me want you again," I whisper into his ear. He gulps, and I release him, turning my back to his front and settling against him. I turn my head up and back and say, "Hold my hips."

  He does, and then I begin to move. My ass is too short to reach his own groin, so I put one hand behind my back, flinging the other up to his neck while I gyrate and grind against him. Behind my back, my hand seeks out his cock, and when I find it, I grip it, moving my hand up and down his length as I move side to side, trying to make him want me as much as I want him.

  Landon brings one hand up from my hip to my stomach, and the other moves to grasp the hand that is by his neck. He leans down to kiss the side of my neck and rumbles in my ear, "Watch it, Sweets. You're playing with a fire that I don't know if you can handle."

  I turn my head and respond, "Oh, but I want to. I want to play with all five of you. I want to taste each one. Am I crazy? Yes. Do I care? Not right fucking now."

  Landon gently bites the side of my neck and growls into my ear, "Be careful what you wish for, Sweetness, you may just get it."

  I finally release his cock and turn, facing him so he can look down my dress and so I can put my hands on that broad chest of his.

  "If you still want this after you sober up, then we will talk. Deal?"

  "Deal," I agree, wanting this so badly.

  A slow song comes on, and Landon positions our bodies firmly, without contact, the jerk. I suppose I can't make all the guys walk away with raging hard-ons.

  Once the song is over, Landon leads me to the desserts because I think we both need a distraction. I get three kinds of cheesecake, plain New York, Turtle, and Oreo. Landon guides me by the hand, leading me back to their table. I'm seated between Ethan and Xav this time, and they get up close and personal with me.

  "So, a beauty like you goes for a delicious dessert," Ethan murmurs into my ear.

  "Mmm, it's the best thing after Oreos, hence this piece of cheesecake," I respond, pointing at the black and white piece.

  Ethan leans over and rumbles in my ear, "I hear you have a plan."

  I nearly choke on my piece of cheesecake. Coughing, I nod.

  Once I've settled, Ethan shoots a look at Xav and continues. "Well, we've come up with a plan, too." My chair is suddenly as close to the table as it can get while still allowing me to breathe.

  "You see, Poppet, we don't want you to be the only one who doesn't get teased tonight, especially since you left my Johnny hanging so hard."

  A hot and heavy hand from my left lands on my thigh.

  I start to turn my head, but Ethan gently turns it back to the right towards him.

  "We want you to feel beautiful.”

  The hot hand on my thigh inches its way beneath the hem of my dress, and I turn quickly to look at Xav, finding him deep in conversa
tion with Johnny about something technical. My boob buzzes again, and this time I check it. Thankfully, it's a text from Jenna.

  “Going home with Dillon, don't wait up!”

  My phone is gently taken from my hands and set on the table, and Ethan captures my chin to face him.

  "Something you should know about the five of us, Blake, is that we don’t keep secrets from each other. So when you told Drake, it was only a matter of time before we all knew."

  The hand has worked its way up to my inner thighs, and one finger is teasing at the skin of my folds. Damn Jenna for telling me not to wear underwear. I suck in a breath and can barely move for fear of what may or may not happen.

  Ethan glances at Xav and nods, turning me to face him now.

  "Firecracker... Truth or dare."

  "Dare," I gasp out, fingers clenched in my lap

  "Mmm... I dare you to let my finger in."

  I gasp again, and all eyes are on me. Each set has a knowing gleam to it, and my cheeks warm with heat at the knowledge that each one knows whose hand is up my skirt right now.

  Looking steadily into each pair of eyes, I open my thighs as wide as the dress will go, and say loud enough for all of them to hear, "Accepted."

  Involuntary shudders pass through Johnny, and kindred ones flow through me. That single, long, strong digit slowly slides across the seam of my lips. Back and forth, he teases me. I throw a hand out to grab at Ethan holding onto his shirt. Xav moves his finger the barest hint deeper into my folds, and I whimper.

  BZZZ, BZZZ, BZZZ.

  My annoying-ass phone breaks the moment, and I shove the hand out and answer, completely fed up with my mother ruining my day.

  "What the hell do you want, you fucking bitch?"

  Masculine chuckles come through the line, and I freeze, being sent back to the moment that voice raped me. "Wrong person. Daddy misses his little whore, and I--"

  I hang up and drop my phone, shoving back in my chair as my breaths come hard and fast. Nine years. Nine years since I’ve heard that voice, and in that one moment, all the walls I've built up are shattered. Years of therapy and moving forward, gone.

  My mind wanders, trapped in the memories and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, male laughter and grunts, followed by the screams of a sixteen year old girl. The scent of cheap cologne, body odor, and cigarette smoke fills my nose, and my lungs start crying for air. Tingling starts around my mouth, and the world has gone fuzzy. I'm being shaken again, those hard, hot hands grasping me and yelling at me to fight back, to give them something worth taking.