Page 61 of Our Elliana

As a group, we knock ours back, even Noah, though he’s the only one who instantly chokes. He’s coughing and spluttering so much that I whack him on the back.

“There you go,” I praise him. “That’ll put some hair on your chest.”

“I already have some,” he thumps said chest, and he’s right. It’s a fine covering of blond that mostly blends in.

“I know how to fix this,” Elle says, disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with some different fruit juices, pina colada mix, and daiquiri mix.

Now we’re talking.

I’ve worked as a bartender off and on for years, so I don’t hesitate to stir up some fabulous concoctions. Noah definitely takes to these better than the straight shots, and since he’s a first timer, I can’t blame him.

We all get a little sloppy after that. I even steal the kid’s shoelace and tie it to one of the belt loops above my ass so Three Socks will chase me around the house. Four or five drinks in, Elle asks Noah if he wants her present, and he blurts out his answer.

“What I really want is for you to sink that warm treasure of your mouth down on my erection.”

Hot damn. Now it’s a party.

Tristan and I blast out loud guffaws at this. The kid has never been one for dirty talk, so hearing his squeaky-clean version is gut-busting.

Elle, ever game for practically anything sex-wise, proceeds to take him over to her expansive sofa lounger. With Tristan and I in attendance, she strokes Noah over his jeans, coaxing him from a semi into a full.

Then, she slowly unzips him and takes him in her mouth. She sucks him in shallowly at first, and even that makes him howl in elation. Then grinning wickedly, she deep throats him, and fuck me, now I’m as hard as the kid is.

A glimpse at Tristan shows him to be in the same condition, and without even thinking about it, my palm goes to stroke my cock outside of my jeans.

Elliana pops off him. “Jackson, grab your guitar and play something sensual and sexy. Tristan, demonstrate another striptease like you did for me your first night.”

I raise my eyebrows at that one.

“You used to strip?”

“A few years ago,” he replies with a stiff shrug, and while he doesn’t seem ashamed, this obviously isn’t something he announces to just anyone. But hell, we’re all in this together. It’s a safe space.

“Cool,” I say, to cover any awkwardness. I mean, hell, Noah and I have each had sex with Elle in front of him. His stripping to music I play is hardly scandalous by comparison.

I tromp off to collect Zelda, singing a song with a Spanish flavor and scintillating beat. It’s not long before I become lost in it, drumming my thumbs along the wooden soundboard to add some percussion. Elle does the whole bobbing up and down thing while her hand drops down between Noah’s thighs.

Is she caressing his balls?

Oh yes. Yes, she is.

And fuck me, knowing that has brought me halfway to busting a nut.

The kid doesn’t stand a chance and goes off in less than two minutes once she does that. Elle’s on the carpeted floor on her knees when she leans back and wipes her chin.

“Happy birthday, honeybunny.”

Happy birthday, indeed.

Noah looks like he’s been hit by a semi-truck but in the best manner possible.

“Did you like your present?” Her tone is coy, but his answer sounds sincere.

“It was amazing,” he pants out.

“Want me to do anything else for you?”

“I’d like you to do that again,” he says with all the solemnity of a priest taking lifelong vows. But then things take a turn. “And while you do, I want Jackson to take you from behind as we all watch Tristan strip.”

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