“You’re shitting me, right, Bro?” John asks him disbelievingly and trying not to laugh.
“I kid you not, Dude,” Marco laughs out loud.
“In all honesty, guys, Marco is excellent in the kitchen,” Elizabeth tries to save her boyfriend’s reputation.
“I don’t doubt that, but can the guy cook?” Brian can’t resist the jab.
Elizabeth turns bright red, “That is what I meant, Jerk!” she retorts, and swats Brian on the shoulder.
“You should try playing with food, boys, it’s amazing what you can do,” Marco says smirking at Elizabeth, making her blush deepen.
As if on cue, Elsie lowers her face to the cup of hot chocolate in her hand. When she looks back up there is a dot of whipped cream on the tip of her nose, and some at the corner of her mouth. All four sets of eyes are on her.
The air surrounding them has become charged, there are unseen sparks shooting between John, Elsie, and Brian. There’s a shift in the looks on John’s and Brian’s face. No one says anything for a moment as the atmosphere changes, John, Brian, and Elsie have become locked on each other.
“Marco, I forgot to ask Janie something, let’s catch her before they start. See you later guys,” Elizabeth says as she pulls Marco away, noticing something was happening there that they were not a part of.
“What?” she asks John and Brian, her eyes moving from face to face.
“You have some cream, Angel, right here…,” John’s voice had become rougher and deeper.
His finger slowly moves to touch the whipped cream on the corner of Elsie’s mouth. Her lips part slightly as his finger moves gently across her lower lip.
“…and here…,” Brian’s voice whispers huskily.
Brian’s lips part, as his finger moves to the tip of her nose to touch the white cream waiting there.
Elsie’s eyes move to look at Brian and his eyes are glued to her mouth, watching John’s finger caress her lip.
“Give us the tip of your tongue, Angel,” John quietly rumbles.
The pink tip of Elsie’s tongue peeks out between her white teeth.
“Lick the cream off our fingers, Angel, taste how good it is…” John quietly commands.
Elsie’s mind is imagining her tongue flicking the tips of their cocks and the strokes of their fingers over her hard nipples and through her wetness. Her breasts are aching to be touched, and her walls are pulsing as wetness oozes from within her.
Both men’s fingers touch the tip of her tongue and it moves to stroke both of them, curling and swirling, licking and tasting, as it glides over the rough texture of their fingers, wanting so much more. Brian lets out a soft curse as he clenches his teeth and a low growl can be heard rumbling in John’s throat as they both fight for self-control. Elsie’s eyes flutter, and her head dips back just a fraction, as a soft moan escapes from deep within her. They are lost in this moment, reveling in the feelings of this simple act, which promises so much, so much erotic pleasure, so much passion, so much to be discovered.
“We are going to bring you such pleasure, Angel, more than you could ever imagine,” John says quietly, his look searing into her.
“We are going to make your body scream with desire, again and again, until it shatters in complete satisfaction, Elsie. We are going to worship you,” Brian’s voice caresses her.
“Oh, God…,” Elsie moans. She is lost in their seduction, their promises intoxicating her. And there’s no turning back, they have unlocked her desires and have already entered into the deepest part of her.
“Shhh, Angel, you’ll stay with me today. I’ll take care of you, then tonight, you’re ours,” John says with a look of hunger and dark promises.
Brian’s face comes closer to Elsie’s ear and he whispers, “We are going to take care of you, Elsie. We are going to adore and devour you, but most of all we’re going to make you come alive, you sweet thing,” his voice soothing and exciting her at the same time.
The passionate moment is broken by the emcee’s voice coming over the portable speakers, “Ladies and gentleman, thank you all for coming out today and supporting the Christmas Angel project, coordinated by Azalea Pediatrics, let’s have a round of applause to show our appreciation.”
The crowd bursts into a loud reverberating applause.
Elsie’s body is humming from the vibrations all around her. The intense arousal coursing through her is causing her to tingle from head to toe, especially in her lady parts. She closes her eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths to ground herself.
John bends close to Elsie’s ear to ask, “Did you walk here, Angel?” over the excited man’s voice.
“Yes,” is the only response she can give him, not really knowing where he’s going with his questions, but she has a pretty good idea.
“Good, Darlin’, you’re leaving with me, and you’ll be staying with me today,” he pauses to look into her face and read her expression, but also to give her an opportunity to give him a good reason why she can’t.
Elsie hesitantly looks into John’s face, her eyes wide with uncertainty as they scan his, looking for something. What she finds in them is comfort, desire, and sincerity. She pushes aside all of her fears and insecurities. Grabbing that single moment of courage that glows brightly, she replies, “Ok.”
John and Brian both beam at her, genuine happiness showing all over their faces. They’re both very proud of her. Although she hasn’t told them with words that she’s just won a battle with her demons, everything in her, her words, her body movements, that cocky lift of her chin, everything screams it loud and clear.
The men move to either side of her, each of them placing a hand on her back, one on her upper back, the other on the lower curve. She feels safe, nestled between these two warriors, each one completely different from the other. Each has dents and dings in their armor but
