Page 18 of Mistletoe and Mischief

Inside the luxury copter, Cole is all business as he powers up the engine. Blake settles in the co-pilot seat, fastening his seatbelt.

Landon fastens mine while they go over a checklist. “Just making sure you’re secure for takeoff, Peaches.”

He explains that we won’t need headsets because of the extra soundproofing. A special feature for their high-end flight service and tours. And before I know it, the rotors spin into action.

My stomach lurches as the helicopter carries us past the edge of the rooftop. After a minute, I get used to the sensation and enjoy floating above the sparkling city. Cole banks left, and we soar over the river, the moon reflecting on the dark waters below.

The vibration and intimacy of a helicopter are so different from a plane.

“Tonight’s your night, Babygirl.” Blake climbs to the bench with me. “We’re here to please you.”

Landon twirls his fingers through my hair. “How do you want us, Jasmine?”

“As long as I get dick, I don’t even care.” My sex feels empty as I recall how incredible it feels to be full of them.

“Deal,” Landon says as he and Blake reach for me, unzipping the back of my dress, exposing my lace bra. They help me stand for a moment while working the dress the rest of the way off of me. Their hands skim my bare skin as the garment is peeled away, and soon I’m clad only in my lingerie.

Landon stands and tugs his shirt off, revealing taut abs and a tantalizing trail of hair that disappears into his pants. My breath catches. From this position I could give him a blowjob.

Blake shrugs off his jacket, joining Landon in undressing.

Landon steps closer, one hand bracing on the ceiling, the other brushing my cheek. His eyes burn with desire. “Like what you see?”

I tuck my fingers into the top of his jeans. “You know I do.”

Cole’s voice crackles over the intercom. “Before you get too occupied, I thought you might want to see the holiday lights.”

The helicopter hovers above the city, a magical view. Colorful lights twinkle against the snow.

“You have my permission to open your Christmas present early,” Landon says, moving his hand over mine and unfastening the button on his jeans.

I lower the zipper to find red and green underwear with a bow printed over his cock. I bust out laughing. Never a dull moment with Landon.

Blake puts me on his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me.

Landon kneels in front of us and his hand slips beneath my underwear, his fingers finding my wet core. “You’re so ready for us, aren’t you?”

I can only nod as Blake nips at my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s it, Babygirl,” he murmurs, his hands holding my thighs apart while Landon works me into a frenzy.

Blake’s fingers dip into my waistband and rip my panties, baring me. Thoughts of the price tag for the matched bra and panty set flit away as Landon’s fingers push inside me, working in tandem with his mouth. His lips capture my hard nipples through my demi-bra then devour mine in a kiss.

Blake positions his cock at my entrance, and for a brief moment when Landon pulls his fingers out, I ache for them. But with one swift thrust, Blake fills me. My eyes roll back as I savor the familiar stretch and burn.

Landon’s fingers circle my clit, and I moan into his mouth as I accept Blake’s thrusts, a heady friction taking me to new heights.

“You like that, Babygirl?” Blake grunts, his hips pounding rhythmically, driving into me with each word. “You like being filled by my cock while your clit is worked over?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my body trembling as they push me closer and closer to the edge.

Landon sits back, his eyes never leaving mine as he circles my clit with agonizing slowness. I’m desperate for more, but he denies me, keeping me on edge as Blake fucks me with relentless thrusts.

I tilt my hips, seeking more pressure, and Landon rewards me with a firm swipe of his thumb, sending sparks through my body.

“I wish you could see yourself, Jasmine. See how beautiful you are, taking it all.” Cole’s voice draws my attention forward. He shifts from looking over his shoulder to watching us in a mirror. I can only imagine his view—me impaled on Blake’s cock, mybreasts threatening to spill from my bra, and Landon’s hand working its magic between my legs.

The more I moan, the more he smiles. I’ll never be tired of being splayed for them.

He angles his head over his shoulder again and gives me a seductive wink. I melt under his approval, my body teetering dangerously close to orgasm. I look outside, at the moon… anywhere to hold the orgasm off. I want to exist in this moment at least a few seconds longer.

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