“Hi John,” is all she can manage, which is out of character for Elsie, whose tongue is always razor sharp and ready to shred at a moment’s notice.
“All alone?” Brian comes up on her other side and her pulse sky rockets even more.
“Yeah, um, Marco came over and pulled Elizabeth away from the dance floor for a little while, I think he was lonely stuck with his sidekicks all night long,” she lifts her chin in the direction where the couple is standing.
“Well, Elsie, we’ve made it our mission to make sure you’re ok,” John takes another step closer to Elsie, he’s now on the verge of being intimately close. His voice is commanding, stroking her and pulling her towards him.
“Oh?” is all she can intelligibly say, his body heat and he-man delicious scent is fogging her brain with erotic images and she doesn’t trust herself not to say anything for fear that it might come out sounding like a whimpering plea, ‘Yes, please push me up against the wall and rip my clothes off. Do all those things your body screams it can do.’
“And our missions are always completed with the utmost satisfaction, Elsie,” Brian takes a step closer as well, his panty melting smile working its magic on her, making her squirm from the pulsing deep in her core. Where John is smoldering, Brian is cool perfection and an air of seduction instantly wraps her in its embrace.
“You don’t mind if we make you our mission, do you Elsie?”
Brian’s voice licks her with fire, igniting her, as images of both of them taking her, and getting lost in oblivion fills her mind. She’s instantly ready to cum at the mere thought of both of their mouths, hands, and cocks all over her body. She gasps, fighting the urge to lean her face against John’s bare chest and lick him from where that happy trail is peeking out of his pants. She wants to lick her way up, dipping her tongue into his belly button and listening as his breath catches from the wet touch, before finally taking those tight little nipples of his between her lips.
Elsie’s eyes lift to look into both of theirs, her mouth growing hungry from her thoughts. The promise of erotic delights beyond her most intimate imagination are being offered to her without words, without a touch, without so much as a whisper, but they couldn’t be any clearer. It’s all there in the heat of their eyes, in the seductive curve of their lips, and in the flexing of their muscles as they fight to maintain control. And there is no way she can resist. She is so screwed.
“Wha… what kind of mission?” she quietly stammers, her eyes wide and her mouth dry.
John leans one arm against the wall above her head, his 6’6” body towers over her 5’ 3” frame, and confidently states, “Elsie, you sweet little angel, exactly the kind of mission that you’re thinking of.”
John is very careful not to let what he is really feeling, what he’s thinking, show on his face. He’d been trained to not let any emotions show, if he wasn’t so good at the disguise, he would have been killed a long time ago, while he was deployed. Worse yet, he’d most likely have been brutally tortured and kept just on the brink of being alive before sweet death would have released him from his torment. John’s a marine, one of the best, and emotions don’t exist in his world. However, if anyone read his mind at this very moment it would have been clear, that Elsie melted him despite the well-controlled stoic façade he’d so perfectly mastered. John had a nagging premonition; if he succumbs to his intense attraction for this intoxicating, petite, pixie, it will destroy him. He can’t resist her any longer, so he will have her, indulge in the sweetness that she promises, and in so doing he will give her more pleasure than she’s ever known before. But he must do it in a safe place, a place where he won’t lose himself. He’ll do it with Brian, just like so many times before, when they’ve taken a woman to a place of sensual oblivion together. He’s desperate to give this gift to Elsie, more than he’s ever wanted to do anything, for anyone, in a very long time. She has a kind of hidden sadness in her ethereal face, a sadness that is well-disguised amongst the smiles and bad-ass words. It’s so deeply buried yet matches his own in a way that calls to him like a song that only their hearts and souls can hear.
Oh God, yes, please take me, Elsie resists the urge to plead as a sigh escapes her and her eyelids flutter with John’s words. Her head tilts back as her body instinctively feels the pull towards his.
“Will you come with us, and let us take care of you, Elsie?” Brian’s voice softly caresses her, intoxicating her with the promise of untold pleasure.
But those old demons, the ones Elsie had thought were locked up tight came sneaking in whispering the doubts that always paralyzed her, What if he sees the scars? You’re not beautiful, you’ll disgust him.
She immediately froze and she’s sure the two men could see the look of terror on her face.
“I can’t,” Elsie croaks out.
John is mortified at the idea they’d frightened her. Brian looks on confused, as he did not expect this reaction. He was certain that he’d felt her attraction to them. She seemed especially drawn to John, and he would do anything for his friend, besides giving Elsie all the pleasure she could take would definitely not be a difficult task.
She starts to rush away but John stops her, putting his hand on her arm. Her eyes fly to his. She looks like a scared little kitten about to be eaten by a big bad grizzly bear.
“I’m sorry, Elsie, we didn’t mean to frighten you, we’d never
