Elven Encounter

by Willa Okati

  That was, unless…

  Sara pushed at Niall’s chest, backing up a little. “You two are together, aren’t you?” she asked. “I mean, I saw you kiss when you got off your bikes. But you’re coming on to me like there’s no tomorrow. Are you gay, bi, or just open to whatever comes your way?”

  “We like a little bit of everything. And I like what’s in my arms. I want you like the last drop of honey in the jar,” Gent crooned against her ear. He took one of her slender hips in a rough, casual hand and pulled Sara’s ass flush against his groin and the swollen hardness within his jeans. “The body doesn’t lie. I’m with Niall, for certain, but the both of us are open to more than just man and man all the time. For a pretty lady, there’s always an exception to be made.”

  “Do you plan to make an exception for me?” Sara felt breathless, bracketed as she was by so much male heat and blatant desire. “A little nobody like myself?”

  “You’re not just any woman,” Niall reassured her. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you were special. You’re the sort of lady we -- Gent and I -- have been trying to find for ages.”

  “And this isn’t just some kind of line? Two men and one woman. Since the next few words aren’t ‘walk into a bar’, we’ve got an interesting situation on our hands.”

  Niall’s broad hands slid around to cup Sara’s ass. They felt good there, solid and warm, just like they were exactly what she’d been waiting for all her life. “If you’re willing, this afternoon is about to get a whole lot more interesting.”

  Rebound, a voice in Sara’s head warned her. She ignored it, focusing instead on the heat rising off Niall and Gent’s skins. Niall’s hands felt so good on her that only one thing could be better -- and Gent nicely picked up the hint, his arms circling her from behind and splaying open-palmed on her upper and lower stomach.

  “Relax,” he whispered. “I can feel you shaking. Are you nervous or excited?” He nipped lightly at her ear. “You smell divine. If I were to move my fingers lower, would I find that you’re as wet as I suspect? Soaking through some scrap of lingerie that’s begging to be torn away?”

  Sara took a deep breath, every nerve ending in her skin tingling. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

  Gent kissed her neck, sucking hard. “Anything to make you happy,” he teased. “Not that it’s a hardship for me.” His hand slid lower, dipping beneath the waist of her jeans and down toward her pussy.

  When he touched her sopping folds, Sara almost exploded all the way into outer space. She’d been throbbing and dripping for these two since they caught her between them, and her cunt was so sensitive that the first brush of Gent’s fingers sent her flying on an unexpected but absolutely delicious orgasm. More cream dampened her thighs as she came hard, then came again as Gent lightly brushed across her swollen clitoris.

  “Oh, she’s a fair one,” Gent crooned, his fingers stroking Sara’s labia. “So hot and so ready. I’m thinking she’s who we’ve been looking for, Niall, don’t you? Lovely as a fairy princess and hot as a devil.”

  “Let me try her out,” Niall insisted. “I want to find out for myself.” He touched Sara’s cheek. She regarded him through the haze of afterglow, dreamily admiring the roughly handsome lines of his face. “May I?”

  “God, I wish you would,” Sara said brazenly. She felt like she was in a movie, one of the better porn films, with herself in the leading role. They hadn’t even taken any clothes off yet, but this was already so far removed from the plain vanilla sex she’d had with Rick that it was going to her head. She planned to enjoy every second of this unexpected encounter. “Do it. Whatever you have in mind, you have my blessing.”

  “Fair lady,” Niall whispered. He bent down and his lips met hers in a tantalizingly slow, thorough kiss, his tongue lightly sweeping the inside of her mouth.

  Sara melted. Mmm, I like. I want more.

  When they parted, however, Niall went down on one knee, putting his face on a level with Sara’s pussy. “Gent, undo the button on her jeans. Pull down the zipper. I want to taste this sweet pussy while you work on her with your fingers. We’ll both drive her mad.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” Sara managed, her head whirling. “Get busy, Gent.”

  Gent laughed softly, then did as he’d been told. Drawing his talented hand out of Sara’s jeans, he made quick work of the button and zipper. Sara hissed as the cooler air of the room struck her soaking curls, sending fresh new tingles through all the sensitive nerve endings.

  Niall drew her red thong panties down, seeming to marvel at just how small the underwear was. “I’ve heard of these, but never seen them. They hardly cover anything.”

  “So I like to feel pretty. Besides, haven’t you ever heard about surprise presents?” Sara thrust her hips forward. “I believe someone said something about tasting.” Her pussy burned for Niall’s touch, both fingers and tongue. “Get on with it. We’re wasting daylight.”

  “Anything to please my lady.” Niall pulled Sara’s jeans and thong down to her knees, then nudged her so her legs were parted. More cool air swirled around her enflamed cunt, driving her wild with the hunger for something more solid. “This is your last chance to back out,” he warned. “Gent and I don’t plan to stop until everyone’s been satisfied.”

  “Who’s complaining?” Sara felt like a wild thing, free as the wind, dizzy with pleasure -- and she knew it could only get better from there. “Show me what you’ve got.”

  Niall looked up with his dark eyes, searching Sara’s face. She knew what he’d see -- a wanton with her lips parted, eyes glazed-over with lust. “You honor us, shining one,” he whispered.

  “Honor, schmonor. Get with the program.”

  “Such a hurry. I like that.” Niall put his hands on her hips, tangling his fingers with Gent’s. “Let’s see what you taste like.”

  He nuzzled into Sara’s pussy, nosing his way in first as if he were getting a good sense of the landscape. A hot, wet tongue flickered out to lick a quick stripe up her nether lips, all the way from channel to clit, making her jump and cry out his name.

  “Sensitive,” Niall remarked, his breath tickling her wet curls. “A fine quality in a woman.”

  Sara dealt him a glare. Here she was being wild and careless, and he was going as slow as if he had all day. Impatiently, she pushed her hips closer to Niall’s face, hoping he’d get the hint.

  He did. Kneading her hips, he dove back in for a deeper taste, pushing open the sensitive folds of skin and licking between them, his tongue rough and hard. He made a low, satisfied noise -- apparently she tasted good to him -- and pushed on, trailing his way up to her clit.

  When his tongue flickered around that sensitive little button, Sara jumped half out of her skin. “Niall!” she choked. “Don’t stop.”

  “He’s not planning on that,” Gent told her quietly, burrowing harder against her shoulder. “Niall never does anything by halves.”

  And it sure seemed like he didn’t. Niall waited for Sara to settle down, then got to work driving her out of her mind. He twined his tongue around her clit, tugging hard, then licked another long stripe down to her soaking channel. He thrust his tongue inside, licking at the walls, fucking her with his mouth.

  Sara began to breathe in hard, rapid gasps. She could feel a third climax rising in her, but she needed more. Her clit begged for attention, throbbing as if it were demanding its fair share of the fun. “Up,” she begged. “Higher up.”

  Niall took one last taste of her pussy juices, then nuzzled his way to her clit. He teased around the edges of her cunt, small kisses that didn’t come quite close enough to where she wanted him. The heat of his breath made Sara nuts. She was about to grab his head and push him into her hot spot when he gave a growl and plunged toward Sara’s clit, sucking it in between his lips and swirling around the nub with his tongue.

  “Oh, God!” Sara’s head exploded, pleasure rocketing through every muscle in her body. She started babbling, words that made
no sense whatsoever but didn’t matter, chanting on and on as Niall’s talented tongue drove her past the next orgasm right into another one, the climaxes ebbing and flowing into one another without an end.

  He sat back, his lips gleaming with her juice. Unlacing his fingers from Gent’s, he slid them down her smoothly-shaven legs and stopped at the knee. “There. Is that what you were talking about?” His slightly Irish accent had deepened, adding a near-brogue to his voice. Sara would have melted if she weren’t already boneless from ecstasy. There was just something about accents that really pushed her hot buttons.

  Gent kissed behind Sara’s ear. “I think that’s exactly what you were talking about,” he purred. “And if you’re willing, there’s much, much more to come.”

  “It gets better?” Sara panted. She hadn’t ever felt this good, not even once. Her own battery-operated boyfriend didn’t compare, and next to it Rick and her previous lovers had all been disappointments in the sack. Talk about going from famine to feast. “What comes next?”

  “What do you want?” Niall shifted, balancing his weight of his heels. “We can do anything your heart desires. We could take you to your bed, or stay right here. I’ve had my turn, though. It’s for Gent to go next.”

  “Mmm, Gent.” Although she hated taking her eyes off Niall, Sara turned so she was facing Gent, looking up into his bright green eyes. Eyes that sparkled with mischief and glowed with excited heat. “What have you got in mind?”

  “With a bonny lass like yourself?” He readjusted his hands on her ass, squeezing. “I’ve a mind to see you in a bed, all this beautiful hair, just like sunshine, spread out across a pillow.” He reached up to undo the Chinese chopsticks that held her bun in place and tossed them aside, sifting his fingers through her hair as it fell past her shoulders. “You smell like roses and jasmine and woman.” He cupped her breast, treating it with careful reverence. “I want to see these bared for me to suck on and lick from one curve to the next.”

  Sara shivered with anticipation. Ciara had so been right when she’d said Sara would want a lot more to do with these guys than let them tinker around outside. She wanted them to get a look under her hood. This was definitely crazy, not playing safe, but it felt so good to just let go and race through the thrill ride.

  Who could say no?

  “Then take me to bed,” she whispered, reaching up to touch Gent’s silky red hair. It felt soft as satin, whispering across her fingertips with scarcely a sound. “I have everything we need in my room. Leave the bikes for a while. Let’s enjoy this.”

  “I’ll tell you what I’ll enjoy,” Gent growled, looking wicked. He lowered his lips to Sara’s. She automatically tilted her head into the kiss, sucking at his tongue when he slipped it into her mouth. He didn’t play around, devouring her mouth with the same appetite he’d shown when lavishing affection on her neck.

  Even if these two moved on, she’d have love bites and feel the presence of them in her pussy for days after they were gone. But she wouldn’t think of that right now. All that mattered was taking advantage of their current company.

  Niall rose up to blanket her back this time, reaching across to knead Gent’s shoulder. “The lady’s got a sound plan in mind,” he remarked. “I think we should take her up on her offer.”

  Gent tore away from the kiss. “And without wasting any time,” he agreed. “This is better than anything I might have dreamed of. She’s the one, Niall. I’m sure of it.”

  I’m the one what? Sara thought hazily. The question puzzled her -- but did it matter? When facing down the possibility of these two studs in her bed, everything else paled in comparison. She grabbed Gent’s ass, kneading through his soft jeans to the hard, tight ass underneath.

  “Eager, aren’t you?” Gent asked, sounding amused, although the sexual heat in his eyes glowed even hotter than before. “We’ll show you a time the likes of which you’ll never forget.”

  Sara tilted back her head and laughed. “Lead on,” she ordered. “Or follow me. The bedroom’s just down this hall, last door on your left. We can do anything you want.” She hesitated, an extra twinkle of naughtiness coming to mind. “To whoever you want,” she said slyly.

  Gent was no fool. “Oh, so you like the idea of seeing Niall and myself together? Does that idea get you hot, you wicked fairy queen?” Gent bent low to nuzzle against her neck. “Would you like to see the two of us fucking and sucking?”

  Hell, yes. Sara rocked into Gent’s chest and brought her hand up to mold against the back of his head. “I want anything and everything,” she decided. “Whatever you choose is good with me. I just want more of this. Take me to bed.”

  “As the lady wishes.” Gent reached down and lifted Sara as if she weighed no more than a feather pillow. “Last door on the left, you say? I don’t think I need a guide. We’ll get you in bed and show you the world, pretty one. One… inch… at a time.” He gave her a light shake. “Niall, follow us. Our lady wants some more attention. I think it’s high time we got past the foreplay and on to the main event, don’t you?”

  “Past time,” Niall rumbled. When Sara looked up, she could see Niall’s rough face alight with smoldering passion, gleaming with eagerness. “Let’s go.”

  “Race you?” Gent bounced Sara on his shoulder. “First one there is first inside our lady fair.”

  Niall gave a rumbly laugh. “It’s a bet. Hold on tight as you can, Sara. We don’t play around.”

  “Except when play is the whole idea.” Sara got a better grip on Gent as Gent got a better grip on her. “One… two… three… go!”

  Sara yelped with excitement as her two men raced down the corridor to her bedroom door. She bounced on Gent’s shoulder, squealing out her glee.

  This was definitely going to be one for the diary.

  Chapter Three

  Sara’s bedroom door opened with a crash. Gent was careful not to hurt her, but his hurry was no less eager as he tossed her onto the softness of her thick, pale yellow comforter. She bounced on the foam mattress, laughing with glee, and looked up at him.

  Gent was definitely worthy of admiration as he shrugged out of his leather jacket. God, he could be something out of a woman’s wet dream. So broad through the shoulders, so narrow at the waist, and those legs… she hadn’t gotten a look at them yet, but the jeans he wore were so tight that she had a great idea about all the rock-hard muscles underneath.

  She leaned back on her arms and blew an air kiss to the man who’d been carrying her. “Are you ready for me?”

  Niall appeared behind Gent. “Ready for anything you choose,” he rumbled.

  “Aye. It’s yours to say what comes next.” Gent crouched down and pressed a kiss to one of Sara’s bare knees. “But if I can make a request, let’s have you naked first. I want to see that luscious body without any kind of clothing to interrupt the view.”

  “Mmm. I could go for naked.” Sara felt giddy. “But if I’m calling the shots, then you undress me.”

  “Which one of us?” Gent wanted to know.

  “Either. Both. It doesn’t matter.” Her skin tingled and burned with the need to be free of her tan suede vest and the rest of her jeans. “Just get to it.”

  “I was first in the room, so I claim the right to this,” Gent informed Niall. He knelt next to Sara on the bed. “Now, how does this work?” He reached for the chunky wooden buttons on her vest. “Do they open, or does the garment slip off over your head?”

  This just got better and better. “They open,” Sara replied, feeling a thrill of excitement as Gent’s talented fingers caressed the tops of her breasts. “One at a time. Go slow. I want to see your face while you’re doing this.”

  “As the lady commands.” Gent fumbled a little with the first big button, then made a noise of pleasure when it slipped loose, followed by a hungry growl as her cleavage was exposed. “None of those breast binders for you, eh?”

  “I’m small enough to get away without one. And it comes in really handy sometimes.” Sara
wanted his hand on her breast, no more waiting. “Go for the rest of the buttons,” she ordered. “Get me naked.”

  Now that he’d learned the trick to the chunky buttons, Gent was quick to finish opening Sara’s vest. He pushed the suede off her shoulders, letting her shrug it off onto the bed, and dropped both gaze and hands to Sara’s breasts. Though small, they were full, their crimson nipples standing up hard and proud. She thrust her chest forward, waiting for a reaction.

  God, it felt good to be a wanton.

  Gent muttered something in a language Sara didn’t understand. Gaelic? The words didn’t matter so much, though. What she cared about was the way he toed out of his sneakers and shucked off his pants, and then feeling his big, strong fingers cupping her breasts and weighing them in his palms. “Delicious little mouthfuls,” he said in reverence. “Cherry ripe, they are. A man could die happy with his head pillowed on these.”

  “Less dying, more action.” Sara shifted position, raising herself up a bit to better appreciate the weight of Gent’s hands on her sensitive skin. “You mentioned tasting these. Are you going to make good on your word, or do I have to sweet-talk you around to the idea?”

  Gent laughed. “Give a man a chance to admire,” he admonished. “I’m drinking in the sight of all this beauty, and overcome by the thought that they’re all mine and Niall’s. But you, so ready to run, probably want something like this.” He lowered his head to her breasts and latched on to one nipple, sucking it between his teeth and giving the nub a light bite. The slight sting zinged through Sara’s body, from her chest to her thighs, and then to her soaking pussy.

  Gent didn’t play around when it came to serious playing around. He covered her breast from top to bottom with a hot rain of kisses, always coming back to her nipple and tonguing it until she was almost too sensitive to bear the pressure of his tongue. When she gasped and gave his head a shove, he was quick to back off -- and to latch onto the other breast, lavishing her with passionate affection.