Tattooed & Alone for Christmas: Part One (A Possessed Series Novella)

by K. L. Donn

  “That’s right, baby,” he hisses, nibbling on her neck. “Say my name.”

  I am damn near ready to explode with desire, and my best friend wants to tease her into oblivion. Normally, I’d be down for that, but tonight, I just need to feel her velvety curves against me.

  I finally have perfection in my arms, and I need to consolidate that sensation into a power so strong it will carry us away into a carnal sereneness unlike anything we’ve felt before.

  Greer

  I can see the hunger in Eli’s eyes. He is beyond ready to jump her like a dog in heat. Deciding to tease them all just a little more, I run one hand slowly down her body. Tracing the smooth curve of her belly button, I continue my whisper-soft assault farther south by dipping the tips of my fingers into her silky curls. The heat of arousal is burning me up, and I nearly give up the game I am trying to play.

  “Fuck,” I hear Eli curse just as Jet whimpers when I rub lightly over her pearled nub. It is just begging for attention. My fingers are quickly soaked in her dewy cream. With every stroke of my finger on her clit, the more of her honey-scented liquid trickles from her channel.

  A deep groan from Eli has me looking up. His eyes are so light in anticipation they glow, transfixing on the slow movement of my fingers. His breaths are deep with every inhale. Fists clench at his sides as he backs up to the bed. As he sits down, I watch enthralled as his cock grows even larger.

  Telling him to lay back, I prepare our girl for his intrusion. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.” Her sharp intake of breath assures me she understands how excited Eli is for her.

  “You ready for him?” I force her forward with small steps as she shakes her head in the negative. “I’ll help you,” I whisper seductively in her ear, a light shiver runs down her spine.

  Plunging two of my fingers into her depths, they slip into her tight pussy. Her cream coats my fingers easing the way as I leisurely begin moving them in and out. Hooking one finger, I search for the spot I know will set her off. As soon as I meet the rough patch with the pad of my finger, I apply pressure there and to her clit, rubbing furiously. Her body begins to tremble faintly as she writhes against me.

  Hot damn.

  My cock is as hard as it has ever been and nestles between her ass cheeks. The more she wiggles against me, the more of my own pre-cum drips between us, lubricating the way. Her deep-pitched moan signals her impending release. We finally reach Eli sitting on the bed waiting for her, stroking his own cock in a vise-like grip.

  “Come here, pretty girl,” he holds his hand out to her.

  As she accepts, I grab a fresh box of condoms from the nightstand. Ripping the box open, I call to E, tossing him one before he’s completely lost to the woman standing between his legs.

  “Lord, have mercy. You two are fucking huge.” Her cheeks bloom red as soon as the words leave her mouth, as though she hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

  A burst of laughter left my own chest. “That so, baby?”

  She shrugs, trying to play it off. The rip of Eli’s condom wrapper has her diverting her attention back to him, and her cheeks flame red for a whole new reason.

  Jet

  Shit on a stick. These guys are fucking huge. You’re in way over your big-mouthed head. But man oh man are they yummy and big and mouth-wateringly delicious.

  Did I mention they’re fucking huge? Like, beat me over the head with a bat huge. Like, how is that even logistically possible huge? I mean I know things move and stretch, and It’s probably bigger in my head than it actually is except…Fuck.

  “Jesus Christ. Are you sure this is gonna work?” Did I say that out loud again? I think the size of him broke my filter. Might as well keep going. “I mean, honestly, have you killed someone with those things?” When I aim to put my foot in it, I really go for it I guess.

  “Sweet cheeks, not to rain on your parade or dis our now over-inflated egos, but we’re both pretty fucking average.” I wanna smack Eli’s smirk off his face. He’s laughing at me, the ass.

  “Ya don’t gotta laugh, yanno. Plus, I don’t think ten inches is average. Pretty sure there is a study that says like six or seven is average. You…” I point between them. “…are like monsters.”

  I’m not understanding why it’s so funny to them. They don’t have to put those killers in a tiny little whole, I do! Feeling Eli’s hands on my hips, I look to him, and he’s got this sexy grin and bedroom eyes thing going on. They lull me into a spell, weave a path to shut my brain down, and open the floodgates of arousal again.

  He leans forward, pressing his lips right above my belly button, slowly trailing his tongue in small light circles around it. One hand grips the back of my thigh, pulling the tiniest amount to make me bend and lift it. My knee is now sitting next to his hip, with his humongous cock ready to plunge into me in one swift move should he please.

  I see Greer’s shadow move from the side just as his hands cup my ass lifting me without pause. “Shit,” I squeal all unladylike. “Warning next time, yeah?” I’m not really complaining, but I have to make them work for it, right?

  Sitting right down on Eli’s lap now, straddling him, his condom covered cock is nestled snuggly between the lips of my pussy. I can feel his throbbing heartbeat through the large vein I’d seen running along the shaft.

  “Hi,” I whisper, suddenly feeling shy now that it is hitting home that I am going to sleep with them both. A thought hits me. “I don’t do this. Ever. Like, I fully expect dinner. I’m not some easy whore.” Looking between the two of them, I need them to understand I don’t sleep around. That this is a unique situation for me. That they are special to me.

  “This,” my finger moves in a circle indicating us, “is special.”

  Huge smiles alight both their faces at my explanation.

  “We know,” Greer reassures me. His finger glides down my cheek, across my lips, and lingers as I kiss the tip delicately. He traces along my jaw, moving down my throat and across my collarbone before finally dropping his hand away.

  The entire time, he ensnares my gaze with his own, controlling me with just that simple look. Holding me captive as I realize Eli has lifted me so that he is now poised at my entrance. Closing my eyes in expectancy, I tentatively slide down his length, concentrating more on the way he fills me than how large he actually is. Every inch of him permeates my being, not one spot is left untouched by his length.

  I embrace the stretch and burn as my body makes way for him, leaving me feeling full, whole, and complete. It doesn’t hurt the way I expect. Both of them treat me as if I am the most important thing in their world. It is heady, overwhelming, and exhilarating to be so important to someone.

  Once Eli is fully inside me, I take a moment to enjoy the sensations rushing through my limbs. Foremost is the pleasure I feel with every throb of his cock.

  A groan slips past his lips as his fingers tighten their hold on my hips. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

  He starts rocking his hips underneath me gently, drawing a harsh sob from my throat. Shock resonates through me at the pleasure this man is bringing me. I have never experienced anything like it before, not even when taking care of myself.

  I can feel Greer’s large calloused hands roaming my back as I begin my slow, sensual ride in Eli’s lap. Their hands on me together are the most amazing feeling I’ve ever had. With every touch, they show me their own need for this connection we are gradually building up to.

  “Eli,” I breath on a pitch as he hits a sensitive spot I never knew I had. “Please.”

  “What?” He rains kisses along my chest, eventually circling my nipples. Wrapping his lips around one, he nibbles on the tip, forcing my breath to stall in my lungs as the intensity of it runs a straight line from where his warm mouth is to my overheated pussy.

  “What do you want, Jet?” Greer whispers in my ear, rubbing his hard length against my back. I feel his essence leaking all over me, and I love it. Having his mark on me is so liberating.

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p; “Harder,” I pant. “Faster.” I bite Eli’s lip when he moves in to kiss me. Pulling it into my mouth, I suck, he groans and together we fly as I start rocking on him harder than before. With every stroke, his length pounds between my thighs, hitting somewhere deep inside that elicits a mix of pleasure and pain.

  It becomes addictive, and I need to feel him splinter inside of me as I melt into him. “Fuck, she’s hot like this,” Greer growls from behind me, pulling my hair in a tight grip as he wraps the loose ends around his hand.

  “Shit, I’m fucking close,” Eli murmurs.

  His fingers on one of his hands move to my clit where he begins rubbing in quick strokes across the swollen bud. “Oh God,” I moan or whine. I really can’t tell.

  I feel a tingle deep in my womb as my toes curl so tightly they knot. The pain only increases the bliss running through my veins as I shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. White flashes in front of my eyes as I hear Eli’s shout of completion. My body vibrates in tiny aftershocks of desire.

  Before I have a chance to calm down and catch my breath, Greer is lifting me off of Eli and tossing me on the bed. Flipping me over, he treats me like a precious rag doll, making sure I land with a soft oomph as he climbs my body. Laying light kisses in every nook and cranny he finds, I sense his reverence for me.

  “You smell like peaches on a warm summer day.” His in-drawn breath at my hip just as he bites hard enough to make me yelp leaves the sweetest love bite I am sure to ever get.

  “Do it again.” I can’t believe I’m begging for him to mark me. I never thought I’d be that girl. But to have that reminder of what they are doing to my body in the name of lust is intoxicating to me.

  Not only does Greer nip me again, I feel Eli join in with him. Two sets of lips, one on each side of my body as they skim up my skin leaving me in a crazy web of sexual hunger.

  Greer

  Watching as Eli rocks his cock in and out of Jet’s juicy pussy and not joining in is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. However, I know she isn’t ready for both of us at the same time. Much as I would love to enjoy the tightness we would create inside of her, the friction as we worship her body together, I don’t want to scare her away.

  She is writhing in need under us now, wanting us to leave love bites on her body. I am only too happy to oblige. As we come to the stiffened peaks of her breasts, my eyes meet Eli’s with a twisted smirk on my lips. His quick nod shows he needs to latch on, too.

  Together, we wrap or mouths around a nipple each, sucking slowly at first, making sure she is enjoying it, wanting her to be lost in her own pleasure. When her back finally arches for more, we both bite down hard enough to give her a taste of pain as she is lost in her own carnality.

  “Oh shit!” she calls out as she falls apart under our ministrations. Her entire body buzzes with the sheer force of her orgasm.

  I wasn’t prepared for that. “That was fucking hot, baby.” I praise her as I finally lay over her. Her legs spread seamlessly, an invitation to come home.

  Sliding my hardness into her pliable body, I feel her hot pussy contracting from the violence of her orgasm. The ripples suck me in as if she were waiting for me to enter, to finally claim her.

  “Fucking goddamn, woman, you’re like a vise.” Raising up on my elbows, I want to watch her eyes as we make love.

  “Isn’t it sweet torture?” Eli chimes in, watching from his perch beside us.

  “Fuck, yeah.” I groan slightly in pain from when she scored her nails along my sides.

  “Greer…” I fucking love the whine in her voice.

  I begin a slow rocking motion as her body conforms to mine, wanting to make it last. With her roaming hands and wiggling ass, it makes it hard to savor the energy we are producing. When she begins to tighten her walls on me, I snap, needing the release only she can give me.

  The way we move is as if we are synced as one unit, with every downward thrust of my hips she lifts hers to meet mine. When I moan, she groans. It isn’t long before the tingling starts in my spine, pleasure runs so intensely through my veins that my vision blurs. As soon as her walls tighten on me to a painful degree, I let go. Flooding everything I have into the end of the condom and then some. I’ve never experienced anything so profound to my well-being before. I feel as though I am burning from the inside out.

  Having this perfect specimen so close yet so far away is a dream I never thought I would have, that we would share. Eli and I come as one unit. To know she is accepting of that, genuinely so, is enough to convince me that she is perfect for us.

  Eli

  Watching her sleep is one of the most relaxing things I’ve ever done. I don’t even know why, and it’s sappy as shit. The way she breathes fascinates me. They are even, slow breaths. I can count each one leisurely as if they were my own.

  She is turned onto her stomach while I lay there contemplating how we can make her ours. Tie her to us and us to her. I think of all the ways we are going to have to fight for what we want with how judgmental society can be. Will she be ready for it? Are we ready for it?

  Sitting up, I slip the thin cotton sheet down her body, needing to see all of her again. A small tattoo adorns the back of one thigh just below her plump ass cheek. Wanting a closer look, I kneel over her inspecting the small black drawing.

  At first, I wonder who she trusts enough to tattoo her there, but then I see what it is. A little blue bird flying through a cloud. There is no more detail than what allows you to know of its existence, and I wonder if this is how she imagines herself?

  “I drew it when I was nine.” Her sleepy voice startles me.

  Looking into her sleep-filled gaze, I lightly trace the small cloud. “What for?”

  She doesn’t have to ask what I mean, she just knows, and I fucking love how intuitive she is.

  “I got into a fight with my dad in the garden one day. After he had left me a crying mess, a flock of small blue birds flew overhead, but there was this one small one left behind. I felt like we were one in that moment. It’s silly and wishful, but I felt less alone than I ever had. Knowing even the smallest creatures fought to find their way was almost healing, I guess.”

  She looks down, as if in shame, like she is the only one who doesn’t know her place in the world. My fingers stop their gentle exploration to hold her as I lay down. Pulling her back to my chest, I whisper in her ear, “You could find your place with us?”

  I hold my breath as she looks up at me with hope shining so brightly in her eyes. It is nearly blinding. Her smile matches as she snuggles closer to me, reaching out to grab Greer’s hand as he remains unaware of the deep moment we’ve had.

  Chapter Four

  Jet

  Waking up in their arms is terrifying and exhilarating all at once. I love the secure feeling I have from being in their arms all night. I adore the way they cherish me as they worship me. Greer is so reserved outside of the bedroom, but as soon as he has me naked, he is in control. Calm, cool, and collected. He knows what he’s doing and shows no fear in owning every ounce of my pleasure he can.

  Eli is silent, always watching. I feel like he will memorize all my hot spots. Savoring every moan and sigh as he nibbles his way up and down my body.

  They are both just as fierce-looking in their sleep as they are awake. There is no soft side to either of them in slumber. I’m in awe of it. I wish I could memorialize my strong lovers in a photograph.

  What we did the night before was the best night of my life, but now emotions are flooding me, and I’m not sure I’m ready for them. Will they still want me in the cold light of day? Am I good enough for two men? Worst of all…Do I even deserve them? Doubt is leaving me nervous and reckless.

  Needing to get away from them and the feelings they evoke in me, I quickly grab my clothes, dressing as I make my way downstairs again.

  Not wanting to leave without a word, I search around until I find the kitchen. Seeing the table set for three with candles in the middle ready to be lit, covered d
ishes waiting to be unveiled, my heart melts a tiny bit. They really do want to wine and dine me.

  I am torn between wanting to stay and needing to work through my thoughts. Deciding I’ll make them a pot of coffee and leave a note, I set about my task. After the coffee starts percolating, I sit at the counter trying to figure out what to write without it sounding like what we’ve shared was just a booty call.

  Guys,

  (Not really sure how to address that without sounding weird.)

  E & G?

  (Weirder still.)

  I’ll just start.

  You have opened something inside of me I never knew I had. I’d closed my heart off so long ago and with one hot look, a whispered touch, and sweet promises, you have me wanting everything you seem to be offering.

  Only one problem…

  I’m terrified I’ll screw this up. I’ve spent so long fighting any kind of emotion that I’m having trouble accepting the ones you seem to bring out in me. Don’t get me wrong, I love that you so easily read me, accept me, know me. Only I need to know me before I can give you me.

  Does that even make sense?

  My point is, I want this, I want us. More than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life.

  Before I can accept it, though, I need to be sure about all these feelings. You have both shown me how you feel last night. I have NO doubts about either of you. Only me.

  So I ask that you give me some time to figure out my crazy brain and beat it into submission with my heart. Please.

  Christmas is in two days, and I would love to spend it with both of you if you don’t have any plans. So this is me formally inviting you to my home for a Christmas feast unlike anything you’ve had before.

  I hope to see you then.

  Yours, Jet.

  The End… For now.