JingleBall Page 3

  Oh dreams. How they have a way of working themselves out…

  “I know you’re awake,” whispered the one behind me.

  Ryder. That was definitely Ryder. I turned my head just slightly so I could see him peering over my shoulder.

  “Dane’s still recovering a little. But I’m hoping you don’t mind playing while we wait.” His hand slid from my shoulder to my knee and back up again, the touch so light it almost tickled. My skin goosebumped in response.

  Okay, that wasn’t the only response.

  Carefully shifting so I wouldn’t upset Dane, I rolled onto my back while Ryder stood. Then without warning, he scooped me up in his arms—insert mental squeal of uber-feminine delight here—and dropped me with a bounce onto the other bed.

  “Well, we’re certainly making the most of this room’s furniture, aren’t we?”

  Ryder stared at me for a moment, almost thoughtful. And I finally felt the need to add, “That was a joke,” just in case his mind was still a little sex-foggy.

  Frankly, I couldn’t blame the guy. I wasn’t entirely sure my mind was up to full speed either.

  Then he bent down and picked me up again—this was definitely a mode of transportation I could get used to—and set me down on the desk. I gasped a little when the cool wood hit my ass. I mean, wowza, that was a shock to the system after being so warm and snuggly. But my mind didn’t stay with the shock long as Ryder kicked away the desk chair, knelt between my legs and gave me a big grin.

  “You said we were making the most of the furniture. And I just realized this poor desk was all over here by its lonesome, being completely ignored.”

  “Yes, poor desk. So neglected.” I patted the top, smoothed my hand over the cool wood. And was about to make some other witty desk joke—if such a thing existed—but he quickly pushed my thighs as far apart as they would go—once again, thank you, yoga—and pressed his mouth to my pussy.

  My head fell back against the elegantly wallpapered wall with a thump. But with that amount of pleasure down below, I probably wouldn’t have noticed if my head rolled off my shoulders. Jesus please us, he knew what to do with his tongue.

  Up the length of my folds, around my clit, then back down to fuck in and out of me, he worked my pussy, little muffled sounds of pleasure coming from him. At one point, he grabbed my hands and brought them down, silently demanding that I hold myself open to him for better access.

  How was it that, even used to masturbating and touching myself in private, holding myself open for a man to have his way with me seemed exponentially naughtier? In a nice way, of course.

  He traced around the outside, not leaving a centimeter between my legs untouched by his tongue. When I panted, mumbled something that sounded remotely like I was close, he backed off. Dammit. Only the lightest of touches, the most delicate of swipes. Then he wasn’t touching me at all, only blowing cool air over my heated, wet flesh. I moaned at the change in temperature, almost as erotic and mind-numbing as an actual caress. He must have figured I was close to coming with or without his help—and he would have been right—because he went back to work, the flat of his tongue deeply massaging my clit until my stomach contracted and my knees pulled up on instinct and I let out a howl with my release. My fingers couldn’t do their one simple job of holding me open, so I fell back against the wall, panting and seeing little red dots behind my eyelids.

  Ryder stood, and his smug face told me he was very pleased with his performance. Since I was too, I figured there was no point in letting him think otherwise. I gave him a pat on the shoulder, which took a hell of a lot more energy than it should have.

  From the bed, I heard, “Ryder eats pussy like a pro, doesn’t he, babe?”

  I squirmed until I could see around Ryder’s shoulder and saw Dane sitting casually on the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, back against the headboard, arms behind his head. Cock standing nice and straight at attention. Looking as if he’d just enjoyed a nice skin flick and was hoping for some real action of his own.

  I wasn’t going to object to the action. I’m a giver, what can I say?

  I looked at Ryder, then motioned to the bed with my head. “You mind?”

  He stared at me for a moment, then tossed his head back and laughed. Picking me up, he chuckled again. “You’re getting used to the whole pampering process, aren’t you?”

  I wound my arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. They were still wet from my own juices, which was more of a turn-on than I could have ever imagined before. “Let’s just say the assimilation process has been a quick one. As if you two aren’t benefitting from the bargain.”

  He set me down gently next to Dane’s legs and shrugged. “Not complaining.” Then he kissed the top of my head and sort of stepped out of my line of vision.

  These guys were good. It was as if every move was designed to make sure they both got their time with me, the pleasure they wanted. And neither tried to hog me, keep me for himself.

  I ran a hand up Dane’s leg, let the hair tickle my palm and stroked my thumb over his balls before coming back down to rest at his knees. His cock twitched at the touch, but he didn’t show any other signs of wanting to jump my bones. As if he had complete control over his libido.

  “Feel like taking a ride?”

  Huh? “A ride?”

  He patted the tops of his thighs. “A ride. Reverse cowgirl. Mix it up a little.”

  Now that was one I hadn’t tried before. When I told him as much, he smiled.

  “No problem. Why not? If you don’t like it, I’m pretty sure we can find something else to do.” He winked and grabbed a condom from the basket. “Would you?”

  I took the protection and helped roll it on. After he was suited up, I climbed on top, but facing him. Looking the other way, at nothing but an empty room, felt a little weird. “Are you sure you want me looking the other direction?”

  He smiled and nodded. “Trust me. The angle alone is worth it. You’ll find out.”

  I shrugged. What the hell? I swiveled around, pressing down on his cock and seating myself fully so my butt touched his stomach. His hands wrapped around my hips, wiggling me side to side a bit. I rotated in a circle and he groaned.

  “Seems like you’re already enjoying it.”

  Actually it was kinda nice. While I always liked kissing, especially while fucking, having the free, open room to look at was different…in a good way. I thought it’d throw off my balance, but actually, it gave me more opportunity. I could lean forward, backward, do whatever I wanted and I wasn’t going to get in anyone’s way. I could do whatever made me feel good, and that was definitely a bonus.

  Of course, what made me feel good was going to make him feel good too. Win-fucking-win.

  I leaned forward, putting my hands on the bedspread between his knees, and pumped my hips forward and back, just a few times to get the rhythm down. Dane’s fingers dug into my sides, and he pushed up to meet me. Then, because I could, I stopped, only the very tip of his penis still inside me. There was no way he could raise his hips up this high.

  “Babe. Regina. Come on.” The strain in his voice was clear, and I almost felt bad for a second. Almost. But then I slowly worked my hips around, rotating clockwise, and moved my way back down his cock like a corkscrew, and I heard him curse behind me.

  “Fuck, that feels good. Do it again, babe.”

  So I did. And oh my God it was amazing. I closed my eyes and did it in reverse, going counterclockwise this time. It was as if his cock was hitting every square inch of the inside of my pussy, no spot left unturned. Literally, turned.

  “Yeah, you’re gonna want some of this.”

  I didn’t know what the hell Dane was talking about, but then the bed dipped in front of me and I opened my eyes to get a straight view of Ryder’s groin. I glanced up, as much as my neck would allow in the position I was in, to see Ryder’s serious face.

  “Think you can handle it?” he asked, hand cupping my chin.

 
What, did these guys think I was an amateur?

  Okay. I was an amateur. Two guys at once was a first for me. But still, I’d given a hummer or two in my time. So I nodded and leaned forward to give him a long lick, just to let him know I was good to go.

  “Don’t you dare let her forget about me back here,” Dane warned.

  As I took the tip of Ryder’s cock in my mouth, I squeezed my inner muscles around Dane to let him know that no…I sure as hell wasn’t going to forget about him while he was still in me.

  It’s called multitasking.

  Chapter Four

  Underneath the Mistletoe Last Night…

  Ryder was a bit thicker than Dane, and I only managed to get about three-quarters of his length in my mouth before I knew I’d be pushing it to go all the way. Especially not when half my brain was occupied below the belt. But I wasn’t about to give him any less than my all, and I concentrated on sucking harder, working faster. My hand gripped his base, partly for balance and partly for pleasure, and I rotated it in time with my hips. If they stayed on the same rhythm—my hips and my hand—then I avoided that whole “pat your head, rub your belly” situation. And everyone benefitted.

  His hand gripped my hair, and Dane’s fingers snaked around my front to graze against my sensitive, swollen clit. Thank God, since I ran out of hands and couldn’t touch myself.

  “Fuck yeah, babe. Just like that. I’m so close, keep it up.”

  I contracted my muscles again to let him know I heard him, since my mouth was a little busy. I bobbed my head in time with my hip thrusts, listened to Ryder’s soft encouragements, paid attention to his gentle guidance with his hand. And then I heard Dane’s warning.

  He thrust up hard, and I let go of Ryder’s cock just long enough for Dane to come, mostly so I didn’t accidentally nick him hard with my teeth. A little pain could be good. A lot of pain was probably a deal breaker. But I pumped my hand hard and fast over his erection while Dane came below me. And when he settled down, I replaced my hand with my mouth once more and went faster, being guided more now by the rhythm set by his hand against my head. But he was close, and I backed off.

  A taste of his own medicine.

  I blew cool air over his wet shaft, and he groaned and cursed above me.

  “You are a sadist, aren’t you?” he rasped, looking down at me. I grinned and winked, then took just his head in my mouth for a little suck before pulling back and blowing on him again.

  “Christ, woman. I’m close and you’re killing me!”

  Dane’s hand once more started playing with my pussy and I felt the familiar twinge low in my belly. Two fingers clamped around my clit, squeezed and pulled, while his other hand massaged around my mound, the tops of my thighs, my lower belly.

  Oh God, this was going to be what heaven was like. I knew I wasn’t going to last, so I took Ryder’s cock back in my mouth and sucked furiously, pumping my hand in time with my tempo. He sucked in a breath and his hips twitched forward, gently fucking into my mouth. Then he groaned, warned and came on the back of my tongue. I swallowed, swallowed some more, kept working him against the roof of my mouth with my tongue until he tugged and popped out.

  “God that was good fucking head.” He stroked a hand over my hair and rubbed his thumbs over the tops of my ears. “But you’re not done yet.”

  “Not quite, but she’s really close.” Dane kept his teasing fingers flying over my clit, my entire cunt, and my forehead dropped to Ryder’s hip. He kept playing with my ears—a weakness of mine that there’s no way he could have known about—and I tightened, my body ready to explode.

  “Should I let her come? She’s so close.”

  “I don’t know. She did tease me there for a bit. Maybe we should—”

  “Guys. Please.” My voice sounded so distant, the blood pounded in my ears and I was about ready to promise them my 401K just to let me get off.

  Dane laughed. “I’ve never been one to deny a lady.” And his fingers went even faster, in a beat that my body immediately recognized as the tipping point, and I exploded, muffling screams into Ryder’s hard lower abdomen and grabbing his ass for balance.

  This would have been the point where I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

  * * * * *

  I was wired. I couldn’t have fallen asleep if I wanted to. I glanced at the clock over Ryder’s shoulder. Three-fifteen in the morning. Good God, already? Had I really been up there for that long? I stretched and tried to judge how my body felt. A little sore, I decided, as if I’d had a good workout at the gym, but nothing too bad. I clenched my vagina and felt a little sting. Okay, so that part got a little more than a workout. But wowza…if only my cardio classes at the gym were this delicious. I’d be in the cardio studio three times a day.

  I slipped away from the boys—both completely passed out on the bed…and they definitely earned the nap—and crept into the bathroom to freshen up and pull myself back together.

  Not that there was much to pull. After putting my costume back on, I finger-combed my hair and wiped the small circle of mascara from under my eyes. Past that, I was actually not looking half bad. Color in my cheeks, my lips looked fuller, my eyes were brighter.

  I definitely looked as if I’d been fucked good and long.

  I sat on the edge of the tub and thought for a minute. This was exactly what I’d been hoping for. So yeah. I felt pretty damn pleased with myself. And I could admit it.

  “Regina, you in there?”

  “Yup.”

  “Whenever you’re ready to head back down, we can go together.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  * * * * *

  We walked down to the party together, one man on either side of me. Oddly, it wasn’t even out of the ordinary to me any longer. It was as if the entire weekend was wrapped in a “what goes on here is okay” bubble, and so it just was what it was. And I felt zero shame in my night of pleasure. That was the entire point of coming to the Jingle Ball in the first place. The reason I’d taken Zara up on the opportunity.

  I could almost feel the last bits of stress I’d been carrying around melting away. Getting to not only confirm my curiosity about the Jingle Ball but also enjoy and participate in some delicious activities of my own took the edge off.

  Plus, I just fucking had fun. And at the end of the day, that was the big point.

  We walked in to see yet another show going on. Good Lord, this place was more active at three in the morning than a truck stop. This show was more of an erotic version of local theater. I wasn’t exactly sure about the plot, but I thought I caught something about a naughty elf and how Santa would have to punish her.

  “It’s basically live porn,” Dane whispered in my ear as we took a seat in the back on one of the couches. The room was shrouded in darkness, except for the stage, of course. The naughty elf seemed to have lost her top in the chase scene, but Santa had her now and she was in a very compromising position, draped over a bench in Santa’s Workshop.

  I looked over at Ryder, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. “They’re not really…”

  “Really what?” he asked, teeth gleaming in the black as he smiled at me.

  I waved my hand at the stage and looked at Dane. “I mean, they won’t seriously…”

  “I don’t know, will they?”

  “No,” I hissed. Of course not.

  Of course. Santa had zero problems with modesty as he flipped the elf’s outfit up, shifted his fake stomach to the side and rammed into her from behind, all while using a paddle shaped like a Christmas tree to spank her for being a bad, bad helper.

  My jaw dropped open. Why, at this point, I was entirely shocked, I don’t know. I mean, before we excused ourselves to our own private threesome, people in the audience were doing the dirty. But maybe it was just the obviousness of it all, the fact that they literally had the spotlight shining on them.

  “Just think of it as background noise,” Ryder suggested, his hand cupping my breast, playing with
my nipple almost idly.

  Oh. Huh. He had a point. Sort of like Sexual Sounds, Greatest Hits. Only this album came with its own interactive music video.

  Dane’s hand moved to creep under my little dress and massage me through my panties.

  “You guys.” I knew by now nobody would even notice us. We could have lit a bonfire in the back of the room and danced around naked, and nobody would have cared. Actually, they would have probably joined us. But a little token show of resistance seemed appropriate.

  Dane pulled me to the side and swiveled me around so I straddled his thighs. My pussy cradled his erection, heat on heat. I reached down and found he’d already rolled on protection. Sneaky boy. One glance over my shoulder showed that I was right—nobody was going to notice or care what went on in our little square foot of the room. And so I did what seemed completely natural. I pulled my panties to one side, angled his cock and slid down. A few thrusts and he whispered, “Don’t zone out. Listen. What’s behind you?”

  I realized I’d been so concentrated on our own bodies that I hadn’t remembered where I was. I opened up my senses, tilted my head back and listened.

  Soft moans. The moist sound of bodies rubbing together. Whispered words, too quiet to hear the conversation but the tone was unmistakable. Dirty talk. The thwack of Santa’s paddle, the groan and delighted shriek of his super-naughty elf.

  And, I realized as the sounds enveloped me, if I could hear them…people could hear us. The wet sound of my body taking Dane’s, my panted breathing. They could turn around and watch us at any moment if they wanted to. Maybe they were at that moment. A pair of eyes watching every time my pussy slid down his shaft, enveloping his cock, as my tongue meshed with his and I let go of little desperate sounds in his mouth warning him I was about to…

  He pulled back, not letting me reach release. I bit his shoulder, pissed and annoyed that he’d pulled me back.

  “Save some energy for Ryder, babe.” He nudged my chin so I looked to my right, and there was Ryder’s cock. Waiting, twitching with anticipation. I focused on him, keeping my hips still as I pumped Ryder’s cock with my hand. Watched as his hips strained toward me, meeting my fist halfway. As he managed to pull me closer, Dane worked my clit with his thumb.