Max took my hand and drew me toward him, maneuvering me with a strong, confident hold on my hips until I was straddling his lap but facing away from him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see El. He was no longer focused on flying the sleigh—he wasn’t even looking ahead. He was angled toward us, one leg up on the bench seat, his hand slowly stroking the bulge in his pants.
For a split second, I worried we would crash, but then I realized we weren’t moving. Facing the front, I could see for miles around, and all I saw were stars and soft hills of white. El had parked us above the clouds, and everything around us was so still—beautiful—as the night sky twinkled.
I paused for a moment, momentarily mesmerized by the view.
Before I could lower myself onto Max’s thighs, his cock appeared between my legs. He held it firmly at the base and slid it back and forth over my folds, making me moan and slap my hand on the dash for balance.
His hand on my hip tugged, and then he was sliding into me. I impaled myself completely on his hardness in one go, and we both moaned. The feeling of fullness, the angle, the exhilaration of hovering above the clouds made for a heady cocktail in my body, and I was panting within seconds. My core clenched around him, and I started to rock my hips.
“Take her dress off, Max. Please,” Tin pleaded, his voice sounding very close. I looked over my shoulder to find him leaning on the back of the seat right next to us, one arm half-hidden behind the backrest and moving in a steady rhythm. El had his perfect, straight dick out too; he stroked it slowly as he watched my hips gyrate.
Max took pity on them and gripped the bottom of my dress. I straightened up and lifted my arms so he could take it off and fling it over his shoulder.
Instead of letting me lean forward again, Max captured my shoulder with one hand while the other splayed over my belly, holding me flush against his chest.
I was in nothing but a bra. The fabric—and the way my back was arched—pushed my tits forward and up, creating perfect cleavage, if I did say so myself. It was one of my own designs, a green-and-white candy cane pattern for the straps with white cups and delicate green trim, finished off with a little green bow between the cups.
“You have the most perfect tits.” El groaned, watching them bounce as I ground myself on Max.
“And the bra,” Tin added. “Christmas wet dream.”
Max moved his hand down from my shoulder to my breast, squeezing it and pushing it up. I arched into his touch, reaching an arm over my head to grip the back of the seat. I looked straight up at the stars above us, completely lost in the sensations coursing through my body.
“That’s it.” Max’s breath was hot in my ear, panting and rough as he bucked his hips under me. “Ride me deep, baby.”
With one hand still at my breast, he trailed the other down and began to stroke my clit.
I cried out and started riding him harder. Between his thick length rubbing me deep inside and his strong fingers touching me between my legs, it wasn’t long before my first orgasm washed over me. It burst through my body, making me see more stars than the ones I was already looking at.
Max kept rubbing me until I stopped crying out, but he didn’t give me time to recover. He pushed my shoulders forward until I was sitting up and unclasped my bra, taking it off and flinging it behind him. Then, with a firm hand between my shoulder blades, he maneuvered me until I had both hands propped up on the dash of the sleigh. My back was arched, my tits hanging heavy, and I was already moaning at the new angle.
I looked between us, licking my lips at the sight of where we were joined.
Max gripped my ponytail and tugged, denying me the view and making me arch more, my neck stretched.
“OK?” Max asked, stilling completely.
“Uh-huh, yes, fuck me, Max,” I managed to say between panting breaths.
The other two groaned at my dirty words, and Max didn’t need another invitation.
With one hand fisted in my hair and the other gripping my hip almost painfully, he guided our movements.
I had to work my thighs to slide up and down his cock, but he thrust up every time I lowered myself onto him, creating a deep, hard, intense rhythm.
The sounds of all four of us moaning and grunting mingled in the night, driving my pleasure higher.
Max pounded into me and came with a drawn-out groan, releasing my hair and pressing his chest flush with my back as he rode it out. The intense way he rolled his hips into me—his cock hitting a spot deep inside—coupled with the sudden appearance of Tin’s hands at my breasts had me crying out again.
Tin pinched my nipples, then gripped my tits, kneading them gently as my second orgasm washed through me, wave after wave of pleasure sending tingles across my skin.
I leaned forward farther, forcing Tin to release my breasts, and rested my head on my arms as I tried to catch my breath.
Eventually, I pushed myself up into a sitting position. El was reclined against the other side of the sleigh, his cock still out, one arm thrown over his eyes as his chest heaved. His T-shirt was pushed up, revealing his cut abs and the mess he’d made on them.
A glance over my shoulder told me Tin was in a similar position, but he was flashing me a cheeky grin and had already cleaned himself up.
A light slap at my thigh brought my attention back to Max.
“Up,” he commanded, then kissed the back of my neck. “That was a fun interlude, but we are so far behind now. We gotta haul ass.”
“But what an ass,” Tin called from the back, making us all laugh as I lifted myself off Max’s softening dick. Hopefully I hadn’t fixed the power core only to make it impossible for them to finish their deliveries with my greedy sexual needs.
The Christmas Tree
Like a well-oiled machine, the guys straightened their clothing, cleaned up, and got back to work. I was still pulling my dress over my head when El started the sleigh back into motion and began guiding it down through the clouds.
Once we cleared the cloud layer, the guys picked up the pace, and I stayed out of their way as much as possible while sitting in the middle of them. I helped where I could, passing a wayward present to Tin, pointing out an area of the city to El so he could navigate a little better, and just leaning on Max’s shoulder, who was so on top of it he didn’t need help with anything. I stayed silent for the most part, letting them concentrate and trying to ignore the nervous energy rising in my gut.
“Are we going to make it?” I asked, chewing on my bottom lip. A faint purple glow was starting to light the sky.
“Yeah, we got this.” Max gave me a confident smile, and I allowed myself to relax a little.
“Last one.” El slowed the sleigh above a curving suburban street. Snow coated the rooftops and sidewalks, the pristine powder untouched in the night.
“Piece of fruitcake.” Tin grinned, throwing out his white magic and delivering dozens of presents to the neighborhood in one go.
As the horizon continued to lighten, the guys all high-fived and then turned to me for victory kisses, making me giggle at their enthusiasm.
When they’d all settled back into their spots, I wondered how long it would take to get back to my apartment—how much more time I had with them before they had to drop me off. If we’d been driving, it would have taken at least an hour through this weather, but we were flying, so it would probably be a lot faster. What would they do once they took me home? Would they go back to the North Pole? Celebrate? Sleep?
“All right. One last stop.” Max settled back in his seat as El nodded and took off again.
“What?” I looked between them. “I thought that was the last delivery.”
“It was.” Tin leaned over the back of the seat, nuzzling his nose in my hair. “Our job is done, just in the nick of time. We’ve delivered all the presents. We just have one more special delivery to do.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Look.” El nodded to the front of the sleigh.
I dragged my attention away from Tin—he was starting to place soft kisses on my neck—to look around.
El lowered the sleigh down past the rooftops, much lower than he’d been doing all night. As it neared the ground and “parked” in the middle of the street, the surroundings started to look familiar.
It was still snowing softly, fine flakes gently piling on top of each other to create a blanket of white on the quiet suburban street. The predawn glow, darkened by the heavy clouds, cast everything in a gray light.
I covered my mouth with my hands as tears welled in my eyes.
There was the Thompsons’ yard, where I’d had my first crash while learning to ride my bike without training wheels. I could just see the corner where Bobby Nichols had given me my first kiss as he walked me home from the movies. And right there, right in front of me, was my parents’ house—the tall spruce in the yard, the winding path to the front steps I knew was beneath the snow, the wide front porch, the bright red mailbox my mom had insisted on when the old one was taken out by rowdy teens with baseball bats, even though it didn’t match the gray and white of the rest of the house at all. There were too many memories in the front yard to name.
“You brought me home?” I whispered as I wiped the moisture from under my eyes.
“For Christmas.” Tin rested his chin on my shoulder, and I leaned my head against his as we stared at my childhood home.
“This is . . .” I had no words. I’d expected them to just boot me out of the sleigh as they sailed past the city on their way back to the North Pole. Perhaps I wasn’t giving them enough credit, but I’d only just met these men a few hours ago—I didn’t want to assume anything. The fact that they’d remembered how badly I wanted to be home for Christmas was beyond heartwarming.
“Get in there before the sun comes up fully.” El nodded to my parents’ place. “The last delivery must be made before sunrise.”
“Merry Christmas, Sadie.” Max’s voice was low and melancholy, but his gentle smile was genuine as he squeezed my hand.
I knew this had to be hard for them. Bringing me to my family on a picturesque street on a perfect Christmas morning. I knew they were thinking about things they never had or things they’d lost too soon. They’d put my happiness first, and I couldn’t think of a better example of selfless giving—from the heart and soul.
El, Max, and Tin were perfect for what they did. Their stories may have been tinged with sadness, but they knew how to bring joy like no one’s business.
I took a breath and swallowed around the lump in my throat. “Thank you. All of you. Thank you so much for bringing me to my family. And for taking me along for this adventure. I’ll never forget it. Merry Christmas.”
I twisted to face Tin over the back of the seat and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug and a soft kiss. He flashed me one of his infectious grins, and his eyes glinted with white magic as I pulled away.
I launched myself at Max next, and he pulled me into his lap, holding me against his chest as he gave me a firm, lingering kiss. I cupped his cheek and stared into his eyes, mesmerized by the spark of red magic as he sighed.
El was facing the front, a slight frown creasing his brow, his long fingers picking at the bottom of the steering wheel. I scooted over to his side and rested my chin on his shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
He sighed but didn’t shrug me off—he lifted one arm and wrapped it around my shoulders. I took it as my in and climbed into his lap, straddling him. I had to grip his face to make him look at me. When his eyes finally connected with mine, there was frustration and sadness in them.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, keeping it simple. The sun was nearly fully up—we were running out of time.
He gripped my hips, looking uncertain for a moment, then sighed again and rolled his eyes. “I don’t want you to leave. But I also want you to see your family for Christmas. I’m . . . conflicted.”
In answer, I pressed my lips to his. Underneath all the sarcasm and bravado, he was such a sweet man. They all just wanted to be loved, and who couldn’t relate to that?
As soon as my lips met El’s, he deepened the kiss, demanding more, banding his arms around my back and forcing my chest flush with his. I gave him what he wanted, kissing him deeply and holding him tightly. When I started to consider blowing off my family for another round of fun in the sleigh, I pulled away.
“You’re killing me.” I groaned, and he flashed me a grin, calling up his dimples.
“Just don’t want you to forget us.” He gave me one last kiss on the lips, that glint of green magic in his eyes.
“I could never forget you, El. I’ll always remember this night and all of you. I promise.” I chewed on my lip, uncertain how to phrase the next question. “Am I . . . will we . . . uh, will I ever see you again?”
“Would you like to?” Max asked from behind me while at the same time Tin announced, “Fuck yeah, you will,” and El squeezed my waist and gave me a serious “Yes.”
I grinned and decided to leave it at that. They wanted to see me again, and on this crazy night, I was choosing to have faith they would figure out how when the time was right. I resisted the urge to ask about phone numbers—they knew where I lived. They’d find me.
“OK. Time to go.” I patted El on the shoulder, and he stood with me in his arms. The muscles in his chest, arms, and back strained as he lifted me over the edge of the sleigh and deposited me on the street.
Immediately, I wrapped my arms around my middle. Now that I was outside the sleigh’s warm, protective magic, I was freezing.
I flashed them one more smile and waved before rushing across the yard to my parents’ place.
Just as I ran up the steps onto the porch, a flash of Christmas magic came sailing past my head. It was Tin’s brilliant white, shimmering better than fresh snow in sunshine, but it was tinged with Max’s red and El’s gold as well. It flashed past me and disappeared as it reached the front door, jostling the elaborate wreath.
I turned on my heel, the question at the tip of my tongue, but they were already gone. Two streaks of iridescent Elf magic curved up into the sky, giving the impression of sleigh tracks in the air, but they were already fading.
The light just inside the front door came on, casting yellow beams across the porch, and I turned back to the house before I could wonder anymore about what the guys had done with their magic.
The door opened, and my dad nearly barreled into me.
“Whoa!” He jumped back and dropped his gloves, one hand flying to his chest. He was bundled up in a puffy jacket and boots, and his blond hair—same shade as mine but peppered with gray—poked out of the bottom of a bright red beanie. The giant white pom-pom on top bounced as he jumped, making me laugh.
“Sadie?” He placed his hands on my shoulders. “You scared me half to death.”
“Sorry, Dad.” I stomped my feet. “Can we go back inside? It’s freezing.”
“Shit. Of course.” He pulled me into the house and closed the door. The warmth of central heating almost immediately had me sighing and dropping my tense shoulders.
I took my boots off as my dad removed all his extra layers.
“What are you doing up so early, Dad?” When I was younger, my parents used to get up early with me to open presents around the tree. But now that we were all grown, we normally spent the morning sleeping off the mulled wine from Christmas Eve dinner, then gathered around the tree with the extended family later in the day.
“I was coming to get you.” He shrugged as he hung up his coat.
I paused on my way to the living room and turned to face him, bugging my eyes out. “Dad. It’s been snowing. That’s at least a three-hour drive there in this weather and then another three hours back.”
“Well, I didn’t know it was gonna bloody snow, did I?” He propped his hands on his hips but smiled. “Didn’t want you to miss Christmas.”
I sighed and went in for a hug, squeezing him tightly around the
middle. “That’s really sweet, old man.”
“Who you calling old?” he chastised, but he rocked me from side to side. “Good to have you home, kid.”
“Who you calling kid?” I laughed as I pulled away, surreptitiously wiping at the moisture under my eyes.
“You’ll always be my kid. Now, come into the kitchen so your old man can make you a peppermint hot chocolate.”
He took off without waiting for a response, and I followed him into the living room.
As I passed the Christmas tree in the corner, its twinkle lights glowing in the dark room, I paused. Dad started clanging around the kitchen—opening cupboards, moving pots and pans—as I inched closer to the tree and bent down to get a closer look.
“Those sneaky, sexy bastards . . .” I mumbled under my breath, a slow smile pulling at my lips.
Sitting under the tree, in among all the other gifts, were the presents that had been stolen out of my car. They’d used their Christmas magic to get my gifts back from whatever lowlife had taken them. Or maybe they were all new gifts—it didn’t matter. What mattered was that those three had once again shown me how kind and thoughtful they were.
“Do you know where your mom put the little pot?” Dad called from the kitchen. “I could’ve sworn I saw her using it yesterday when she . . .”
I chuckled and joined him in the kitchen. “I haven’t lived here in six years. I haven’t been here in months, Dad. How would I know where Mom put anything?”
“Aha!” He straightened up from the corner cupboard he’d been rummaging through and held up the little pot with a black handle triumphantly.
I lowered myself onto the stool at the island. The kitchen was timber with granite countertops—earthy and welcoming like the rest of the house—and like the rest of the house, it was decorated with garlands and lights, holiday-themed tea towels and aprons hanging off the oven door.
“Now, what the hell were you doing outside without a coat?” Dad asked as he started making the hot chocolate. “And how did you get here? I thought your car was a goner.”
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