Their Little Helper

by Nichole Riley

  “Miss Coleman?” I somehow manage to open my eyes and look towards Draven; I notice his hand is empty of the glass and he is now starting to undo the button to his slacks. I watch in rapt fascination as he moves to the zipper and starts to tug it down.

  At the same moment, Anson is swirling his slick tongue to the inner part of my legs and his hands are roaming up to the sides of my shorts. I break eye contact with Draven’s hand, because I want to see what Anson is about to do with me.

  “Nuh-uh, Miss Coleman.” Draven’s hand has shot out, gripping my chin softly and turning my focus back to him. “Eyes here; I didn’t give you permission to look around.” I nod in understanding as I become lost in the warm honey brown gaze, the color like that of the liquid he poured over my body.

  “Good girl,” he praises me, and somehow that simple affirmation sends another tidal wave of pleasure rolling through my body. These men are good; hell, they’re damn good.

  Draven goes back to sliding his zipper down, and Anson must be paying attention, because I feel my shorts slide down my legs at the same speed. I suck in a breath when cool air reaches my exposed dampness, and so does Anson. I don’t think he expected me to be bare, but I quite simply hate wearing underwear.

  Draven looks down my body and as soon as he sees my dampened sex, he runs his tongue over his lips like he is dying to have a taste. My hips involuntarily lift up, seeking the pleasure his mouth could easily give me, and he looks me in the eye and smiles a feral smile.

  “Anson, you may proceed. Miss Coleman, your eyes are never to leave me, no matter what happens.” I nod dazedly as Anson starts to kiss and lick his way back up my leg once more. The moment he reaches the apex of my sex, Draven reaches in and pulls his stiff erection from his boxers. I swear my brain completely stops functioning as I take in the smooth surface; my eyes tracing every vein and becoming glued to the tip where a bead of liquid is gathered. Oh, how I wish I could stick my tongue out and lick it off. I want to know what he tastes like.

  Draven must have communicated in that silent way of his because once he begins to slowly stroke himself; Oren slides his hands over my chest and unclasps my bra from the front. I knew I loved this style of bra for a reason.

  What follows completely short-circuits my mind. With my eyes firmly glued on Draven and his dick, Oren grabs each of my nipples and begins to roll them between his thumb and forefinger while his brother finally reaches the destination he has been taking his sweet time getting to.

  The first lick has me bucking my hips off the bed. Same with the second. Anson places his palm low on my belly, pushing me back to the bed and then plunges his tongue into my core. My body begins to feel like one big, over-firing nerve when the twins somehow sync up the pressure and softness together. Oren pinches my nipples as Anson sucks my clit into his mouth hard, and then runs his tongue back down my folds like he doesn’t want to miss a single drop of my wetness.

  I begin to pant harder; I can feel myself climbing quickly towards my release. Draven strokes himself from the bottom up and twists and squeezes a bit when he reaches the head; making his precum drip over the top and onto his hand. It’s a truly glorious sight to see.

  He must be able to tell I am getting close because he abruptly stops and so does his brothers. I whimper in agitation. What the fuck. I glare up at Draven who is still wearing his predatory smile. Sadistic fucking asshole.

  He clearly sees the protest on the tip of my tongue because he quickly jerks his hand up in warning. Oren pushes me into a sitting position when Draven walks out of view and I look down at Anson to see my juices covering his face. Damn. He smiles and winks at me as he helps his brother roll me over gently and I find myself on all fours in a kneeling position.

  I look up to see Draven propped up on pillows his hard length in his hand, once again stroking himself in smooth motions. Just before I’m about to crawl my way up to him I feel someone’s hands on my hips pulling me towards the edge of the bed. I turn back and see Damien, stripped down to nothing, with his large erection sheathed in a condom. I clinch my sex in excitement.

  “Miss Coleman. Eyes here, please.” Clenching my teeth, I turn back to Draven and his sexy grin, and then lick my lips at the sight he is giving me. “You are allowed to be vocal from here on out. In fact, please don’t hold back. I want to hear that pretty mouth of yours scream as Damien pounds your sweet little cunt.”

  I feel my arousal start to trail along my thighs again. Just like in the lobby, I feel Damien’s body heat before I feel the head of his dick at my entrance. Without warning he thrusts in fast and hard. I moan in pleasure at the fullness of him and begin to circle my hips around to encourage him on.

  He doesn’t hesitate and picks up the pace, thrusting all the way to the root, in and out. His balls are hanging so low they smack my clit with each thrust and it sparks my ascension to my release a bit faster.

  I see Draven has taken his bottom lip between his teeth and he tugs his length faster; his gaze never leaves my body, watching my movements closely as his brother pounds into me from behind.

  This empowers me and I want to make him cum just as I know his brother will make me soon. I start meeting Damien’s thrust with equal force until the only noise in the room is the smack of flesh and the panting of me and these devilish men.

  I am unable to control how fast I reach my peek but I start to squeeze my inner muscles tighter, craving for us to find that blissful release together. Damien moans and I start to feel the familiar tingle ignite in my clit. Right before I am about to crash into oblivion, Damien’s hand shoots out and smacks my ass hard three times.

  That does it.

  The mix between pleasure and pain sends me over the edge and I scream out as I have the hardest orgasm I can ever recall.

  By the time I catch my breath and look towards Draven I see his dick is still spurting out streams of hot white cum, as his dick pulses out the rest of his orgasm. He’s panting and there is a new power trip going on in his eyes.

  I look from the cum to him and smile. Before I know it, he is up and crawling across the bed to me. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me so hard I am sure my lips will be bruised. In the next instant, he’s gone and I’m left feeling utterly lost.

  I sit back on the bed, lost for words, and look around to Damien and see his eyes wide with shock.

  “What?” I ask him.

  “That’s the first time Draven as kissed anyone in five years.” I open my mouth, probably looking like a fish out of water, because…what?

  Damien shakes his head at me and then makes a motion to climb in bed. He reaches to the bedside table where I notice there is a washcloth and then proceeds to lean me back and clean me up.

  I have read about this in plenty of novels, and each of them was right. There is something oddly intimate about the gesture and I feel a spark ignite in my heart. If I wasn’t so tired I’m sure I would be freaking out right about now, but I just push it aside to analyze later.

  After he’s done cleaning me up, he hands me a plain white tee shirt to wear and slides up a pair of pajama pants. He pulls back the covers, climbs under them, and opens his arms to me. I smile, because I hadn’t thought about what would happen afterwards. I climb into his arms and we snuggle underneath the covers and I start to lose myself in his calming and protective warmth.

  Just I’m about to drift to sleep, Damien leans forward and brushes my hair away from my face, placing a gentle kiss along my temple and telling me, “You did well, Kenz.”

  I smile and snuggle further into his embrace. He doesn’t disappoint and pulls me closer and holds me tighter.

  “Hey, Damien?” I say in a groggy, sleep filled voice.

  “Yes.”

  “What happened to the twins?” I didn’t realize it till just a second ago, but they weren’t here when we had finished.

  “You’re not ready for that yet, they went off to finish some other way.” I feel disappointment crash over me like a freezing tidal wave and
I huff out a loud sigh.

  “I thought you guys were going to show me everything.” Though I try, I can’t help the whining tone that creeps into my voice.

  “Baby steps, Kenz; the twins have some kinks that have to be eased into.”

  “I thought this was it. Show me and we were done.”

  “Is that what you want?” He starts to rub his thumb along my shoulder in lazy circles. The motion comforting though feather-light.

  “Well, no, but—“ Pulling me in tighter, he shushes me with a single, firm squeeze.

  “Well I know we aren’t done with you yet. We will play this out till everyone feels like the scene is complete. Draven all but sealed that with the kiss on your lips.”

  The worry creeps out of my brain and I move within his embrace and roll onto my back. I look into his beautiful eyes and reach up to run my hand along the rough stubble of his cheek. He closes his eyes as I touch him and a genuine smile touches his lips.

  When I bring my hand back down he wraps his arm over my stomach and gets comfortable again before placing a soft kiss on my lips and whispering softly, “Get some sleep, pretty girl. Tomorrow is Christmas, and Santa won’t come till you’re dreaming.”

  “I already have everything I want.” I murmur through a smile, my eyes drifting close.

  The wave of sleepiness has taken hold of me so tightly that I can’t fight it anymore, though I surely want to. What I said was pure truth; I do have everything I want. I smile a small smile to myself, because, for the first time, it’s there. I found it.

  My spark.

  Chapter Ten

  I wake up the next morning to a distressingly empty bed. Stretching my muscles out, I take note of how deliciously sore I feel between my legs. I didn’t exactly think about how I would feel this morning either. But, as I ponder on everything that happened last night, I can’t hold back the smile that crosses my lips.

  Getting out of bed, I see that someone has folded my clothes and left them on the end of the bed with a note that says, ‘We will be in the living room when you wake up –D’.

  It would be a lie if I didn’t admit to feeling a giddy sense of excitement as I rush to get dressed and take a few seconds to check my phone.

  I reply to all the staffs’ Merry Christmas wishes and spend a few minutes laughing at the sexy man picture Roxanne sent with the words ‘I couldn’t find a sexy man at the last minute, so this picture of a sexy man will have to do. Merry Christmas!’

  Let’s just say, the man in the picture is talented enough to hold up a Santa hat with no hands.

  The last text comes from my father who wishes me Merry Christmas and wants me to meet him and the other board members in the meeting room at 12pm before our family dinner. I text him a quick reply confirming that I’ll be there and that I love him.

  I walk into the room and see the guys lounging around in jeans and shirts. As soon as they see me in the doorway, a range of varying smiles light up their faces. I look down, feeling almost bashful, but my damn heart starts to spark again.

  “There you are sleepy head! Merry Christmas, beautiful!” Anson pops up from his spot on the couch and walks over to me and kisses me lightly on the lips.

  I’m a little taken aback by his affection and I look over his shoulder to gauge Draven’s reaction. His face is sporting a lazy, relaxed smile; absolutely no hostility to be seen. I almost want to question it, but that would be like looking a gift horse in the mouth.

  Anson takes me by the hand and guides me to the couch, and I graciously take the seat next to Oren. He smiles down at me and leans forward to kiss me on the forehead. The difference in their attitudes from yesterday is like the difference between night and day.

  “Merry Christmas.” He rumbles softly in my ear.

  I look up at him and feel my heart spark again. “Merry Christmas.”

  Damien comes out of the kitchen with a mug of coffee and a small plate of monkey bread. He sets both in front of me on the coffee table before heading back into the kitchen. Within a minute, he has returned with cream, sugar, and a spoon. “Good morning and Merry Christmas, Kenz. Eat up.”

  I give him a full smile and reply, “Thank you, Damien. Merry Christmas.”

  As soon as everyone gets settled in their seats I dig in. The warm combination of bread, cinnamon, sugar, and melted butter assaults my taste buds and I can’t stop a groan of satisfaction from slipping through my lips.

  “This is amazing; can you let me know where you got this? I need to start frequenting their establishment so I can have more of this heaven.” The guy’s chuckle and everyone looks to Draven.

  “What?” I feel a little lost by their reaction. Am I missing something?

  “I made it.” Draven states plainly and once again I am floored by this man’s complexity.

  “Well. Okay then.” Taking another bite, I smile warmly at him, pleased to be learning a bit more about what makes these men who they are.

  “What, no kiss for the chief?” He asks cheekily, and it prompts me to choke on the bite I just took. Oren pats me firmly on the back until the traitorous piece of pastry lodges free and I properly swallow it.

  “Are you serious?” I ask in a rasp, still feeling the sting in my throat.

  “Completely.” He answers and cocks his brow at me. I look towards the rest of them, wanting to gauge their reactions to this unusual request. Everyone smiles and appears to be calm and relaxed. So, I sit the plate down and step over Oren’s feet and walk up in front of Draven, who is casually leaning back on a plush cream loveseat.

  I push aside my reservation, still my reserve and bend over him. He keeps his eyes focused on me while mine bounce between his and his luscious lips. As soon as I get within a hairs width he snakes his hand around my waist, pulls me till I am cradled in his lap, and thoroughly kisses me.

  The action catches me by surprise, and it takes me two or three seconds until I relax into the kiss. His tongue darts out, licking at the seam of lips and I open for him, allowing him access to explore. He tastes like Scotch and cinnamon; this might be my new favorite flavor.

  He pulls away after another minute then situates me on his lap to face the others, his right hand still anchoring me in place. The rest of the guys are smiling like it’s…well…like it’s Christmas.

  “Merry Christmas, Kensley.” Draven purrs as he holds a small blue box out to me.

  Did he just call me Kensley?

  I gingerly take the box from his hand and untie the oversized silver bow. When I peel the bow back and lift the lid, I am completely floored by what I see.

  A small snowflake, encrusted in white and blue diamonds, is secured to a delicate silver chair. I lift it up and dangle it from my middle finger; it’s absolutely gorgeous.

  “Oh my. I…I don’t know what to say. Thank you. It’s beautiful.” With a huge smile, I look up into his eyes. They’re lit up with pure happiness, and he reaches towards the pendant.

  “Before you fall in love with it, I need to explain its purpose.” He tells me as he twists the pendant around to show me the back. On the back of the snowflake, directly in the center, there is a small but elegant ‘G’ engraved. I turn back to him with my eyebrows furrowed in curious confusion, waiting for him to explain.

  “We talked this morning, though I had already made up my mind beforehand. We want to see how this scene plays out with you, if you’ll have us.” I look around the room, shocked that they would want someone like me.

  The dang sparks in my heart ignite to fireworks when I see their beautiful smiles of encouragement as they wait to hear what I say.

  “Of course I will.”

  He squeezes me tight and whispers in my ear, “You’re mine, Kensley, and I like to mark my property. This was the most covert way I could think to do it.” The implication causes shivers through my soul as well as my body.

  I am his.

  I am theirs.

  He takes the delicate chain from my hand, and I lift my hair so he can fasten it arou
nd my neck. It falls perfectly to mid-collar, and I can’t take my eyes off of it and the way it catches and plays with the light. This seems like a significant moment; I just wish I knew what exactly it will entail in the future.

  Draven pats my leg to move, so I stand up as he says, “Alright. Your father would like to see us in the board room in about,” he looks at his watch, “thirty minutes. So, we need to get ready. Kensley,” he turns me to him and his finger lifts my chin to meet his gaze. “You need to go change. We’ll see you there.” He bends down and places a soft kiss on my forehead.

  I smile and thank them again as I float on cloud nine back to my apartment.

  It took me no time to change, and now I’m sitting in the board room across from my men.

  My men. Wow. They’re my men.

  They keep sending me covert glances and subtle smiles. I am just hoping we will all be able to spend time together tonight. There is so much I want to discover and learn about each of them; both their bodies and their brains. I can’t help but feel giddy about what’s to come.

  This is a complete one-eighty train of thought since the last time I was trapped in this room.

  The realization makes me chuckle inwardly.

  I am snapped out of my inner teenage-esque giddiness when Daddy lays a file folder in front of me. I am so happy I can’t even grumble that we are meeting on Christmas. I give him a genuine smile and he pats my head. When I look back across to the brothers I realize that they have their own files as well.

  “Thank you, everyone, for coming on such short notice.” Daddy starts and every head in the room swivels to turn their attention on him. “I could have waited, but I just got off the phone with your father. We decided that this should be addressed immediately.” He nods his head to the guys, and the only reaction from the platonic business-like smiles is an arch of Draven’s brow.