Page 19 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

“That’s it, Sugar. Give yourself over to us,” Key purrs from beside us as he kisses up the side of her neck. I pull back to admire the vision we have created.

Kicking her legs apart, Atlas’s booted feet look huge compared to her tiny, cashmere-clad feet. Her toes curl into the stone beneath them before she rises onto her tiptoes as I slowly trail a finger up the inside of her leg. Dropping to a knee, she notices my movement, and her breath catches as she notices just how I’m positioned.

Restricted by Atlas’ arm which is banded over her stomach, and his other hand which gently forms a necklace around her throat, she can’t do anything but squirm as Key takes one of her nipples into his wet mouth. Keeping her gaze trained on me, her hands shoot up to grab Atlas’ arm in a vice hold as he whispers dirty things in her ear.

Mewls and whimpers escape her with every second my brothers spend worshiping her body. Each one making my dick harder than the last. But that’s not why we’re here today.

No. Today is about her. Today is about showing her that she is the focus of all our attention. She is the one who takes priority over all else. She is the one who deserves to be cared for, cherished, and worshiped for the beautiful, loving woman she is.

“Beautiful,” I growl. Lifting one of her feet, I start by removing her socks before moving on to her panties. Keeping eye contact with her, once she’s bared to me fully, I trail a path from the top of her foot to her sensuous thigh with my tongue. Stopping just short of the apex of her thighs, her breathing becomes even more erratic as her body squirms.

My dick stirs at the sight she presents us with. Her pussy glistens with her juices. Her nipples pert and pulled to peaks by Key’s ministrations as her chest and cheeks flush red with desire and need. Demanding she be satisfied, her creamy, silky-soft skin shines with a fine layer of sweat as her body craves more.

Hooking her leg over my shoulder, I lean in and stroke a path through her folds with my tongue. Mewling in delight, her hips wiggle, trying to get more friction. Softly gripping her ass in myhands, I secure her to my face and devour her pussy like it’s the nectar of the gods itself.

Her cries of joy are soon joined by praise from Atlas and dirty promises from Key. All serving to work her up even more.

Wrapping my tongue around her clit, I move a hand from her ass and work two fingers inside her warm pussy. Holding onto me with a death grip, pre-cum leaks from my dick at the thought of being inside of her wet heat.

“Just look at how well you take his fingers, Sugar.” I catch Key whispering in her ear out of the corner of my eye. “Imagine what it would feel like when you’re splayed out, wet and wanting, with all three of us inside you at once,” he purrs, biting her ear lobe as she screams and clamps down hard on my fingers. Gushing all over my face, I lick her clean, not wanting to waste a drop.

When I’m finally satisfied, I remove myself from her and place her shaky leg back on the floor. Rising to my feet, Atlas keeps her in a loving yet firm hold as she tries to collect herself. Her eyes remain glazed over with lust and desire. Her features are somewhat slack as her body finally gets the hit of adrenaline and relaxation it sorely needs.

Stroking his hand down her chest and swooping low across her stomach, Key continues to kiss her neck and explore every inch of her skin. Yet, she still only has eyes for me. She knows who’s in control here, after all.

Just as I raise my hand, Key pulls away and sees what I’m planning. Lust strikes his face hard as his trousers tent impossibly larger. Licking his lips, he looks between Grace and I, not wanting to miss a second.

“Open up, Little One,” I command, holding my two fingers out. A flash of confusion dances across her face at first, before the blush on her skin intensifies. She tries to fight to get out of Atlas’ hold, but he isn’t letting her go anywhere.

It’s clear she wants this. She’s merely playing hard to get.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Key reaches forward and grips her chin in a firm, yet gentle hold. Shaking her head, her eyes blow wide with desire and fervent need as I approach.

“Stay still and take them like a good girl,” Key growls, causing a whimper to fall from her lips.

Slowly moving them into her mouth, Key lets go of her chin, and she takes over like a pro. Tongue swirling and undulating around both digits, she cleans them impeccably before nipping at me. A feral grin tilts my lips.

“In the hot tub.Now.”

Stripping down, we all slip into the steaming water, the heat enveloping us instantly, soothing muscles and drawing out a collective sigh. The night air is cold enough that steam rises from the water in thick clouds, creating an intimate cocoon of warmth around us.

We waste no time devouring her–kissing, caressing. Over and over again, we bring her to the edge and beyond, her soft moans blending with the sound of bubbling water. It’s a symphony only we can hear, one that makes the world outside seem a million miles away.

When she’s finally satiated, her body trembling with sensitivity, we hold her gently, letting her rest. She’s too spent, her skin too tender even for the lightest touch, and we know it’s time to slow down. The night isn’t about taking it further, but about the quiet intimacy that follows.

We settle into the warmth of the hot tub, our arms around her as we all lean back, our heads tilted towards the night sky. I let myself relax, peering out at the scenery beyond, marveling at the beauty of it all.

We’re lucky that the hot tub is elevated just enough to give us a perfect view of the landscape. If it were any lower, the view would be blocked by the towering mounds of snow thathave piled up around the property, isolating us in our own little winter wonderland. The snow is thick, pristine, and impassable, making this moment feel even more secluded and special.

The stars are bright tonight, scattered like diamonds across an endless stretch of velvet. And above them, the aurora lights have begun to dance–long ribbons of pink, blue, green, and purple stretching across the entire night sky. The colors blend and shimmer, painting the darkness with a magic that feels almost unreal. We trace their movements in silence, each of us lost to our thoughts, the weight of the world forgotten for a while.

Then, a soft snore pulls me from my reverie. I glance down at Grace. Completely relaxed, her head rests against my chest as her lashes flutter in her sleep. Her lips are parted just enough for that gentle snore to escape, and I can’t help but smile. The others notice too, and a quiet chuckle passes between us.

“She did so well tonight,” Key praises, stroking an errant hair out of her face.

“She’ll do well taking us all,” Atlas chimes in, making my dick stand up to attention when it’s only just settled down. Key groans, palming his cock.

We all have a bad case of blue balls right now, but it was worth it. Tonight was all about Grace, not about our desires and wants. Besides, I don’t think she’s quite ready for that step yet. With this storm showing no sign of ceasing soon, we all know there’s plenty of time to work up to that.

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