Chapter 18
NICKIE
“On the second day of Christmas, Granny gave to me…” I hummed to myself. “…an Eiffel Tower and a couple of beefcakes doing the deed…”
One of the beefcakes in question—the one with the scar over his eyebrow and hair shaved down to his head—looked to his counterpart before smiling at me.
“You need some attention, sweetheart?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. He didn’t wait for me to answer before he was kicking his feet off the coffee table and approaching me like the coyote tryin’ to catch the roadrunner. Predator to prey. ?Cept I’d never been very good at being the prey.
I nodded as he reached out a hand and flicked one of my hardened nipples through the fabric of Granny’s apron. She claimed they were flowers. They looked more like vaginas to me.
She wouldn’t appreciate me wearing it right now.
Her favorite apron. Especially with what I hoped was coming.
Me, again. Them too, probably. Maybe. But I didn’t really care what the old grinch thought about me anymore.
I was having too much fun while her vagina had shriveled up and dusted over a while ago.
She really did just need to loosen up, stop being so stiff.
It was my firm belief that every bat was just one good orgasm away from feeling young at heart. And I had plenty of ?em to go around.
I wonder if any of the boys had a thing for older women? Sharing was caring after all.
As if reading my mind, Scar Face glanced towards his friend again and smirked. Couldn’t see his lips, but I could see the way his Adam’s apple twitched in his throat. “Hey, Dash, come give me a hand.”
Or cock. Or mouth. I wasn’t picky.
The second guy shook his head from side to side. “Rudy said not to fuck with her, man.”
“No, he said to keep our eyes on ?er.” Scar Face turned back in my direction, a delicious smirk tipping up one side of his mouth. He was definitely into older women. I could just tell. “He didn’t mention keeping anything else off her.”
“Pretty please.” I stuck out my bottom lip while fluttering my eyelashes as I spun around on my toes. I was starting to make myself dizzy. “It sure is lonely hanging around all by my lonesome.”
“Ya hear that, man?” Scar Face called out again. “She’s lonely. A girl as pretty as she is should never feel lonely. It’s ungentlemanlike. Didn’t your ma raise ya to be a gentleman?”
“Uh, yeah, she sure did.” Dash nodded, taking a few tentative steps in my direction while his friend nudged a kitchen chair across the room, scooting it over until it was close enough for me to climb on one knee at a time.
My bare ass popped in the air and my chest propped up over the top rail.
“But if this goes south, you’re dealing with Rudy, Dane. ”
“If this goes south, Que is dealing with Rudy,” Scar Face shot back.
I heard his pants hit the floor and then he was pressing up behind me, his cock tapping on my ass and splattering a hefty dab of precum on each cheek.
I could feel the Christmas lights peeking out and slithering back in each time I took a deep breath.
Like a morbid game of Pop goes the Weasel.
In this case, I was the weasel, and we didn’t want anything popping.
The thought should have been intimidating. It wasn’t. It was hot. The added bit of danger making my pussy leak down my thighs.
Dane slowly edged his way inside me, careful not to dislodge the bulbs whenever he slid back out again.
And I moaned as Dash pulled his cock out of his pants and leveled it with my face.
I was too high up to do much more than lick the tip a few times.
But that seemed to be enough to have the guy in front of me groaning and stroking himself in rhythm with his friend’s awkward thrusts.
In and out and back and forth. Lick, thrust. Thrust, lick. I continued to rock forward like a pendulum, the chair legs creaking beneath me and the string of Christmas lights groaning above me as the plastic chafed against the rafters.
Dane started rocking me harder, no longer seeming all that concerned about the bulb the closer he got to nutting.
I felt the first crack and something sharp around the outside of my asshole, a jagged edge at the same time I heard a snap.
And then my arms were slumping against my shoulders.
One end of the cord cracking back and popping Dane in the face while my chair toppled forward into Dash.
I tumbled over him, rolled onto my side, and untwisted the cable from around my wrist before carefully removing the cracked bulb from my ass.
It was just a small nick, barely any blood as I grabbed a pair of boots I found next to the fireplace, ducked and made a mad dash for the door, just as a mad Dash lunged for me.
I shoved my feet into the too-big-for-me boots and rushed out into the snow. Granny’s apron billowing behind me as the first frosty breeze curled my toes. It was so cold I could barely breathe but it was exhilarating at the same time.
“Ut-oh! Too slow!” I giggled as I dove behind a tree, peeking out to watch the boys standing by the door and looking from side to side.
I glanced at Dash’s shoeless feet and watched him curse under his breath as he dipped one of his socks into the snow.
He pulled it back again and stepped closer to the cabin.
It wouldn’t be hard to track me with the little trail of blood I was leaving behind but it sure was entertaining to scoop up snowballs into a pile until they did.