Naughty Little Elf (3)

I was lost in him.

Mr. Clausen’s mouth devoured mine like he’d been starving for years, beard scratching my skin in the most delicious burn, tongue stroking deep and filthy. I ground down shamelessly on the thick ridge of his cock, my soaked panties dragging over velvet, chasing friction that had me whimpering into his kiss. His big hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider on his lap, fingers teasing dangerously close to where I needed them most.

The throne felt like a altar, and I was the offering.

We were so consumed I didn’t hear the soft jingle of bells at first. Not until the curtain rustled and a shadow fell across us.

I froze, heart slamming against my ribs.

We were caught. Locked in, but someone else had a key.

I pulled back just enough to look over my shoulder, breath ragged.

Marcus.

The head elf. thirty seven, tall, lean muscle under his green tunic, dark hair cropped short, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble. He’d been playing the jolly helper all day. He has been organizing lines, charming parents, fixing props but his eyes had lingered on me too. I’d felt them. Dismissed it as imagination but not anymore.

He stood just inside the curtain, the door clicked shut behind him, staring at us with an expression that wasn’t shock or anger but want.

His chest rose and fell fast, green hat clutched in one hand like he’d yanked it off. The other hand flexed at his side, knuckles white.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice low and rough. “I knew it.”

Mr. Clausen didn’t let me go. If anything, his grip tightened around me possessively. His lips brushed my ear, hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

“Don’t move, little elf,” he murmured. “Let him look.”

I should have been mortified. I should have scrambled off his lap, fixed my skirt, pretended this wasn’t happening. Instead, I stayed straddled over my neighbor’s hard cock, skirt bunched at my hips, panties visibly soaked, and stared back at Marcus.

His gaze dragged over me like a touch,down my flushed chest, over the way my thighs trembled around Mr. Clausen’s waist, lingering where we were pressed together. When his eyes met mine again, they were dark, his pupils blown.

“I’ve been watching you all day,” Marcus said, stepping closer. His voice was quieter than I expected, almost reverent. “Both of you. The way you look at her, Nick. The way she teases you right back.” He swallowed hard. “I thought I was imagining it.”

Nick. Hearing Mr. Clausen’s real name—Nick on someone else’s lips made this even more real. More forbidden.

Nick’s hand slid up my spine, tangling in my ponytail, tugging just enough to arch my neck exposing me.

“You weren’t imagining anything,” Nick said, voice gravel-rough. “She’s been dripping for it since the first photo. Haven’t you, Mia?”

I whimpered, I couldn’t help it. The humiliation and thrill twisted together so tight I felt dizzy.

Marcus took another step. Close enough now I could smell his cologne, it smelled like something crisp and woody mixed with the faint sugar of candy canes. His eyes never left mine.

“I’ve wanted you too,” he confessed, raw and quiet. “Every time you bent over today. Every time you laughed with the kids and that skirt rode up. I’ve been hard for hours, baby girl.”

Baby girl.

The words hit me low in the belly, heat pulsing between my legs. I clenched involuntarily, grinding down on Nick again, and he groaned softly against my neck.

Marcus’s gaze dropped to the movement, lips parting.

Nick’s grip on my hair loosened, but only to trail his hand down my throat, over my collarbone, stopping just above the neckline of my dress. Teasing.

“You want to watch, Marcus?” Nick asked, voice dark with command. “Or you want to touch?”

Marcus exhaled sharply. “Fuck. Both.”

My breath hitched. Both?

Nick’s lips curved against my skin,I felt the smile. “She’s soaking through my suit,” he told Marcus, like he was sharing a secret. “Taste her and see.”

I moaned outright at that, head falling back against Nick’s shoulder. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Two older men—my neighbor and his friend were talking about me like I was theirs to share.

And God help me, I wanted to be.

Marcus moved closer, dropping to one knee beside the throne so we were eye level. His hand, which was warm and slightly rough,settled on my bare thigh, thumb stroking the edge of my striped stocking.

“Tell me you want this, Mia,” he said, voice strained. “Tell me I can touch you.”

I looked between them. Nick’s blue eyes burning into me, Marcus’s dark ones pleading.

I nodded, barely able to speak. “Yes. Please.”

Marcus groaned like he’d been punched. His hand slid higher, pushing my skirt up completely, exposing the wet spot on my panties. He traced it with one finger, light as a whisper, and I jerked in Nick’s lap.

“Soaked,” he confirmed, voice reverent. He brought that finger to his mouth, sucking it clean while watching me.

The sight made me clench so hard Nick cursed under his breath.

“Good girl,” Nick praised, hand finally dipping into my dress to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple through the lace bra. “Let him taste more.”

Marcus didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, mouth brushing the damp cotton between my legs, his hot breath made my bite my lip, then his tongue pressed flat against my clit through the fabric.

I cried out, hips bucking. Nick held me steady, one arm banded across my waist, the other pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp.

Marcus pulled my panties aside with careful fingers, exposing me completely. Cool air hit my wet skin, then his mouth which was hot, eager, licked a slow stripe up my center.

I shattered almost instantly, thighs shaking, grinding against his face as the orgasm ripped through me. Nick swallowed my moans with another deep kiss, beard scraping my chin while Marcus kept licking, gentler now, drawing it out until I was boneless.

When he finally pulled back, lips shiny, eyes wild, Nick spoke again.

“Get up here,” he ordered Marcus. “She’s got two thighs and a greedy little mouth.”

Marcus stood, hands already unbuckling his belt, and I realized with a fresh rush of heat that this wasn’t ending with oral.

Nick shifted me higher on his lap, spreading my legs wider. “You ready to be shared, little elf?”

I looked at Marcus whose cock was already out, it was thick and hard in his fist,then back at Nick.

“Yes,” I whispered, filthy and desperate. “Please.”

Marcus stepped closer, guiding himself to my lips. I opened eagerly, tasting salt and want as he slid in slow.

Behind me, Nick freed himself finally,his heavy length pressed against my entrance.

Two men, twice my age. My neighbor and his best friend and I was about to take them both on Santa’s throne. The idea alone made me more wet.