Reaching Landon, I lean over and catch his lip between my teeth, straddling his legs, then settling on them. He groans, a deep sound filled with want and need, as he reaches up and catches my nipples between his fingers. Behind me, the desk creaks, settling with Drake’s weight.
"You've no idea what you do to me, Sweetness." he whispers, rolling my hard pebbles between his fingers. He moves his face to the crook of my neck and stays, kissing and licking at that sensitive spot between neck and shoulder.
I gasp and settle my hands on his hot chest. His hard cock bobs against my stomach, and an ache I desperately want filled rockets higher as I feel him.
I turn my face to his and whisper, "Let me taste you, Landon. Let me please you."
A soul deep groan echoes into my chest, and his deep voice rumbles against my skin as he responds, "Yes."
The desk creaks, and as I climb down from my perch, Drake is making his way towards us.
"Let me get us situated, love, and I promise we'll make it good for you," Drake says, reaching around to grab my breast in his rough hands. "Would you like that, Brat? For Landon to fill your mouth, and me to fill your tight little pussy?" His hand moves from my breast and heads south, brushing over the bare skin of my lips.
Gasping, I arch into his hands, begging with my body and asking with my mouth, "Please, sir. Please."
"Two pleases, Drake, I think she's serious." Landon chuckles, stroking his cock again. I can see the bead of precum, and all I so desperately want is to lick it off. I struggle against Drake’s hands, and finally, he lets me go.
I step into the space between Landon's legs and let my hair dip down to brush against his cock. Drake’s hands are on me again, making me shuffle back.
"Arms on his thighs, Brat, and don't stop until his cum fills your mouth. Understood?" he asks, pushing me down but holding my head by the hair to keep me from my prize of a dick.
Whimpering, I try nodding my head, but Drake has too good of a grip on it. "Yes, sir, I won't stop," I say, determined to give these two men pleasure.
Drake releases his hands, and I move my hair off to one side. Slowly, ever so slowly, I dip my head down to capture just the tip of Landon's cock in my mouth. Drake is behind me, moving my legs apart. Vulnerability is my new name, and I feel so open, exposed.
I slowly move incrementally down his cock, moving tongue and lips to get him to groan. I start to hum, the low vibrations making him jerk his hips.
Behind me, Drake moves his fingers to my wet entrance and is just playing, lightly teasing me and running one finger through the slickness he’s created. Chills spread through me, and I gasp around the cock in my mouth as Drake moves a finger inside of me.
"Fuck, Brat. You're so damned wet. I fucking love it," he groans, adding a second, and quickly a third finger.
I'm taking as much of Landon's dick as I can, its hot length steel wrapped between my lips, all the way to the back of my throat to where my gag is starting to kick in.
I gag again, and Landon says, "Don't worry, Sweetness, I'm the longest. I'll work with you to be able to take my whole length deep into your throat. Hmm... we may have to use toys to help you practice. What do you think of that?"
My pussy clenches tight around Drake’s fingers, and he gives a dark chuckle. "By the response of her body, she'd love to practice deep throating, wouldn't you?"
I mumble around the big cock in my mouth, and my body spasms again as I approaching climax. "I'll take that as a yes, Ms. Jameson. Now, you're going to take my cock like a good little brat, and I'm going to fill your hole, understood?" He smacks my ass again, and I murmur assent around Landon's cock.
Drake’s heat moves directly behind me while Landon moves his hands to my breasts, playing and teasing at the nipples. I moan at the sensations that spiral out from my nipples, following a path straight to my core. There’s the quick sound of a foil package being torn open, and I moan harder when the tip of Drake's cock enters me.
I didn't get to see his cock, but even through his pants, I could tell he'd fill me up, and now every millimeter inside of me tingles as he slowly slides in.
Gasping and choking on cock, my mouth slides down on Landon every time Drake thrusts into me. Soon, Landon is thrusting up, his hands tight around my head, moving it where he wants it. My orgasm is building, each thrust from Drake hitting me in just the right spot, each gag from Landon drawing dampness from my eyes and my pussy.
"You want to come, don't you, little brat?" Drake asks. "I can feel your walls tightening around me with every thrust." He moves his hand down to my clit and gently pinches it.
I squeal, the walls of my pussy grasping at his cock, trying to suck him dry. Landon is swelling that last bit, and I go at it hard, working to make him come in my mouth. Clenching my head and thrusting deeper than he's gone, Landon shoots in my mouth, and I swallow, taking a pounding from one man while swallowing the cum of another.
The rubbing of my clit starts to pick up speed, and I swallow the last bit of cum. Landon takes my head and rests it on his lap as I gasp, moving with each of Drake's thrusts. He plays with my hair and my nipples, and with all of the sensations going off in my body, I finally reach the point of no return, almost yelling, "Drake," as I cum, until I remember I’m in my boss’ office. My walls are clenching, and Drake is still moving, setting off another orgasm just as the first fades.
I'm starting to see spots, and I’m gasping for air when Drake gives a final thrust. I can feel the flex of his cock as he cums, each one sending little earthquakes through me.
Finally, Drake removes himself and quickly picks me up, bridal style. Landon rushes to the closet and snags a blanket, bringing it to Drake. Together, they wrap me up as I lay in blissful ecstasy from the sex I just had. I am reeling with the fact that I've done it with two men, yes, but also reeling with how damned hot it made me feel to be the sole focus of two men at once. It's something I have only read about in certain books, but I’ve fantasized about it, too.
The guys get me settled in a chair, righting their own clothes before gathering mine up and setting them on the floor next to me. They're talking to each other in low voices when I interrupt.
"Well, fuck it all, that was great. I don't know if it can happen again, but fuck. Best sex ever, gents," I say, getting up and take my clothes from them to get dressed.
"Blake, Drake and I-"
"I'm good, Landon, no need to apologize or anything. Fuck, say 'you're welcome,' because that was some good fucking." I quickly pull my shoes on, saying forget it to the socks. I can put them on later after the flames in my face go down. Holy shit. I just had sex with my boss and a coworker at work! Never would have seen that one coming, but what the hell.
"Brat, sit down," Drake says, but he's lost his heat and the force behind it. I think fucking me relaxed the bastard. I feel like a squirrel snorting nuts right now.
"Nope, got to get ready for that first 'gram today! I'll see you guys later," I holler, turning the deadbolt and bolting out of the building as fast as I can. This calls for coffee and a place to hide until it’s 'gram time.
The next time I see the guys, I'm covered in glitter.
"Hey sparkles! You're supposed to let the glitter get them, not you!"
"Looking good, disco!"
"Glitter bomb alert!"
Their calls follow me as I enter the door to SHG, Inc. I'm storming up to Bossman's door when Presley sees and tries to stop me.
"Ms. Jameson, Drake is in a meeting with a Santa right now. Please, you can't go in there."
"Oh, is he? Well, he's about to be in a meeting with another Santa as well," I growl, storming into his office like a 125 pound angry disco ball.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Asshat. Mind telling me why I'm covered in glitter? Oh wait, I can answer that. Because my client was a WOMAN who wanted a MALE Santa but got ME. So do you want to know what she did?" Anger is rolling off of me about as heavy as the glitter is.
Only then do I realize that, of course, Landon
is the one Drake is meeting with. Karma is a bitch, and I didn't even do anything wrong.
"Why, Sweetness, you look practically brilliant," Landon says cheerily, eyeing me in my skimpy Santa outfit and silver glitter.
"Oh, you're so fucking funny, Landon," I bite back, turning to him and getting ready to wipe some glitter on his face. Let’s see how he fucking likes it.
"Stop." That one loud, cracking word is all it takes for me to stop and turn back to Drake. "I am unaware of the situation, Blake, so why don't you sit and tell me what happened." His tone brooks no argument, but to hell if I'm going to make this nice and easy.
"You'd like to know what happened? You'd like to know," I begin, leaning over his desk and letting glitter fall onto it, "why I'm silver like tinsel?" I turn and stomp over to his other chair, leaving a sparkling trail behind me.
Plopping into the chair in a dust of glitter, I start, "So I get to the office, just like the order says, silver glitter bomb in hand. I’m smiling and being all nice and people-y, just like you said I had to be. Just minding my own business. I find my mark right where the notes said she would be and go up to her, saying every cheesy line that her sister said to say, and what does she say? Take a WILD guess, boys. Come on, guess what she says." At this point I'm glowering so hard at these guys that my eyebrows are starting to twitch in fury.
"I'm guessing she didn't like you, did she, Sweetness?" Landon asks.
"Don't you fucking 'Sweetness' me, you dick wielding man."
"Blake, I'm sure it wasn't―"
"Wasn't what, Drake? Wasn't BAD? Oh, rest assured it was bad, and rest assured you'll likely be getting a phone call from a very angry client soon. Because Ms. Francine Walters was livid that she got 'an old fat heifer' instead of the 'nice stud' her sister orders her every year," I practically shout, shoving myself back in the chair and crossing my legs. I don't even care that both guys can probably see up my skirt to my little red thong. WHO CARES when you get called an old fat heifer.
"I'm so sorry for that, Blake. But, umm, how did you end up getting the glitter on yourself?" Drake asks quietly and slowly, apparently afraid of the angry snake I've become.
"Oh, funny story that. After I get called an old heifer, this lady rips the glitter bomb from my hands, turns it around, and dumps it on my head. Did I mention she's tall as fuck and muscular? No? Well, she is. I was sure I was going to be bitch slapped down to the exit, but instead, I have glitter where glitter has no place being."
"Aw, Sweetness. I can help you pick off—"
"Landon, I swear to God, if you say another word, I will beat you with a stapler right now," I say, fuming. "I am not about to be romanced when there is more glitter on my tits than there is in glitter glue."
A soft knock on the door interrupts my tirade. "Enter," Drake calls out.
"Mr. Daniels? There's a Ms. Walters on the phone for you. Would you like me to transfer it or take a message?" Presley asks from the doorway.
Hearing that name, I throw my arms up, then I put my foot down, lean on my elbow, and point at Drake. "I damned well told you so," I mouth at him.
He just rolls his eyes as he tells Presley, "Transfer it on over. I'll take it on conference call in here."
Glaring at Landon and me before the phone on the desk starts to ring, he says to the both of us, "Keep your mouths shut and learn how to have some people skills."
Picking up the phone, pushing a few buttons, and setting it back down, Drake says, "This is Mr. Daniels, CEO of SHG, Incorporated. How may I help you, Ms. Walters?"
The screechy voice of the giant vulture that'll be haunting me starts up. "I am calling because I got the entirely wrong 'gram," she yells. "My sister always sends me a very handsome young man for a treat, and this year a woman showed up! Why would you have false advertising and send me a heifer when all of your ads are handsome men? She ordered a Blake, and I received a Gretta, and let me tell you, mister, we are not happy." Drake types a few things on his computer.
Drake rolls his eyes before speaking. "Ms. Walters, I am terribly sorry for the mix up. Your sister did indeed order MISS Blake, as that is HER name. It seems her picture has yet to go through the processor, so I can see why there would be a mistake in choosing Blake and thinking she is a he. Now, what I can do for you is either refund your sister seventy-five percent of her payment, or we can send out a new Santa sometime this month to make up for it. Again, I apologize for this mix up. Does this sound amenable to you?" he asks.
"Well, I suppose it has to; otherwise, she'll be out of her money for my gift, and I'll be out the pleasure of your delectable gentlemen," she grumbles, cursing under her breath. "If you weren't the only reputable 'grammers around, you can bet your butt I'd be taking my business elsewhere since you falsely advertise. Hmph."
"I understand your frustration. Please give your sister the number for the business, tell her to hit 5 to get a line directly to me, and we will get this all sorted out. Thank you, Ms. Walters," he tells her, pushing a button to take the phone off speaker. We all hear Ms. Walters going on and on as he sets the phone in the receiver. Drake and Landon look at each other and just laugh. Me? I sit there, angry and starting to itch and break out from the little pieces of foil covering my skin, ready to kill something or somebody slowly with a dull, rusty spoon.
"Ha ha, laugh it up, you asshats. What about me? I'm breaking out with this shit, and if someone else takes it, where's my eighty bucks commission? That's what you said, twenty percent. I did NOT get glitter up my Angela for nothing," I seethe, shifting to try to get comfortable in my chair.
"You'll receive the commission, as will the other Santa. It happens on occasion that someone orders the wrong Santa. Now, Presley," he yells towards the doorway. "Please come in here."
The door opens, and Presley walks in. "Yes, Mr. Daniels? What can I do for you?"
"Were pictures taken of Ms. Jameson for the website?" he demands.
"I don't believe they were, sir. Would you like me to schedule them for this evening? I believe our regular photographer will be available then," she states.
"Yes. Please go and schedule them now," he says, plainly dismissing her. She starts out the door, and Drake bites out my name, bringing my attention back to him again.
"What?" I throw back.
"Be here by six and be dolled up. I'm talking full glam, makeup, lipstick, and all that shit. Wear heels and make sure all of your costumes are here," he barks, starting to work away on his computer.
"Sure, Bossman, but where am I going to get makeup from? It's not like I just happen to have anything more than lipgloss and mascara. You expect me to buy my own shit?" I ask, perturbed at his roughness and bossiness. Damn dominating man. He still makes me wet, even when I want to rip him to shreds.
"Here," he says, not looking as he pulls out his wallet. "Take the company card, five hundred dollar limit, and bring someone with makeup taste with you. I have a feeling anyone has more depth than you with makeup and such."
"So fucking what if the world does? I'm sure I can handle it."
"Hmm, well, I'd just assume there would be some accountability. Unless you'd like to take Presley with you?" he suggests.
My face must show what I feel about Miss Goody Two Shoes because he and Landon laugh. "I take that as a no. Please call someone and get what you need. Photographer will begin at seven, but you'll need prep and help finalizing your look."
"Fine, I'll take Jenna, my bestie. But only because she's certified in several brands of makeup."
"Good. Now that everything is in order, you're dismissed. Landon, please carry on," Drake says, staring intently at his computer.
Oh hell to the no. "I'm free to go, eh? Well, you're free to eat glitter, you soulless monkey's shit." I stalk around his desk and get right up in his face. He blinks slowly as I turn him to face me. "I want you to take a good long look at these sparkling tits." I put my hands on his chair and lean down, displaying my shiny rack. "You see how each breath I take makes them sparkle? H
ow they glisten and make you want to grab them again?"
The heat in his eyes is unmistakable, and I glance down. "Ah, you do want to grab them." I get a little closer, and his nostrils flare as he takes a sharp inhale of breath. "Makes you want to lick, doesn't it? Or to bend my glittery ass all over this desk again?"
He gives a soft little noise of agreement. I lean back just enough to catch sight of Landon. He's stroking himself through his clothes as he watches on. "Mmm, my voyeur wants to watch, don't you?" I ask, teasing them both.
"Well, too fucking bad, you grade A horn dogs!" I exclaim, pushing Bossman back from the desk.
“The best you're going to get from me is a glitter-gasm, and you better believe that shit is going to hurt," I say, flouncing to the door. "Better cover your junk, boys, because I'm blowing this joint." And out I go.
To hell with taking this glitter to my own car or to Jenna's. I'm so fucking adding glitter all over the locker room. This shit is like the herpes of DIY, so there's no way they'll ever get it out of there. Serves them right, too, dammit. Ain't no way I'm leaving SHG out of this mess. They all got me into it, so I'm about to put some glitter all up in here.
The catcalls and jokes continue even into the locker room, and I'm fed up with it very shortly and planning revenge. "Yeah, laugh it up, assholes. Just you wait ‘til you get a glitter bomb to the head!" I shout, moving to my locker in the back.
"We're too tall and handsome to get bombed like you, toots!" one guy laughs. Mentally, I add every person who's laughed at me to my list of revenge.
"Ha ha. Jackasses," I mumble, grabbing my phone and shooting a message off to Jenna, who suggests we meet at Sephora in an hour. I strip down and grab a pink towel, headed for the shower.
Standing under the hot water, I watch as all the silver glitter swirls down the drain. It's mesmerizing, and I get lost in the shiny.
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