7. Layered in Lights
seven
Layered in Lights
Ember
M y head pulsates against my skull like a relentless bass drum. The pain is sharp enough to jerk me out of a deep sleep. With a groan, I twist and turn, cradling my head in my hands. Good fucking God, what did I do last night?
The enticing aroma of bacon and French toast wafts through the air, overwhelming my senses and stirring nausea in my stomach—something I usually find delightful. But not today. It seems Everest is on duty in the kitchen again, delving into his culinary creations more than anyone else.
As I sit up in bed, my eyes are drawn to the view outside my large windows, and my jaw drops in surprise. No snow is falling anymore. While the sun may be hidden, the day carries a beautifully gloomy allure—my favorite kind of weather.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, wincing at the pain that radiates through my head as I stand. Stumbling toward the bathroom, I hope a scorching shower will help clear my mind and dull the throbbing. As I stand under the stream, the hot water cascades over me, and I take deep breaths as I try to piece together the events of last night. It's all a hazy blur—the laughter, the music, the shots—and then, emptiness. But as the steam envelops me, fragments of memory return, and my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
They danced for me... with mistletoe artfully wrapped around their cocks... I... well, I gave them all a taste of my affection.
I shudder at the recollection, smacking my palm against my forehead as the water washes away my lingering shame. Not shameful filth, but rather deliciously naughty memories. This isn’t who I usually am. Yet in this realm, I can embrace anyone I want to be. They don’t know my truths. They have no idea the struggles I face daily.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry off and brush my hair, relieved to find the pounding in my head is subsiding, though it still lingers. Dressing quickly, I make my way to the kitchen, where Everest is indeed cooking up a storm. He greets me with a knowing smile and hands me a glass of water, also dumping a few Tylenol into my open palm.
“You look like you could use this,” he remarks.
I nod, grateful for his kindness, unable to find my voice with my throat sore and dry. As I take a seat to eat, the aroma of breakfast makes my stomach turn, but I force myself to take small bites. With each morsel of bacon and French toast, the headache gradually eases, and I start to feel more like myself. And finally, the gloomy weather outside shifts from feeling oppressive to a comforting embrace. Everest leans against the island, sipping his coffee, his captivating gaze locked on mine as he observes my every move.
“Baine and I have a few things to take care of this afternoon,” he begins, sipping from his mug while never breaking eye contact. “So, you and Koda are going to spend the day together.”
Rising from the table with my empty plate, I face Everest, a smile tugging at my lips. “Sounds fun.”
“Oh, I’m sure Koda has some surprises in store, so enjoy .” His smirk widens as he steps aside to let me pass. “Did you have a good time last night?” He asks, his question lingering in the air as heat radiates to my cheeks at the memories flooding my mind .
“I did, actually. I wasn’t expecting that.”
Everest chuckles softly behind me. “I aim to surprise,” he replies, his voice low and teasing.
As I turn to face him, my back resting against the sink, I catch the intensity of his gaze. An intense shiver races down my spine. He steps closer, invading my personal space, his finger trailing teasingly down my body, igniting a fire within me. Leaning in, he gently presses his lips against mine, still holding his coffee mug. When his tongue slides against mine, I find myself clutching the hem of his shirt, longing to pull him closer.
As my heart races, the world around us fades into oblivion, consumed by the rush of his touch. The sound of a throat clearing jolts us apart, both of us breathing heavily. Koda and Baine stand in the doorway, amusement and a slight flicker of jealousy dancing in their eyes.
“Looks like you two are getting along just fine,” Koda quips, a knowing smirk on his lips.
Everest and I exchange sheepish glances, both of us blushing. “Oh, I’d say so.”
“We should get going,” Baine interjects, turning on his heel and leaving the room.
Everest looks back at me, a smile gracing his lips, with something in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher. “I’ll see you later,” he says, leaving me with one last lingering gaze.
An avalanche of emotions washes over me as I stand here, struggling to stabilize my racing heart. Once it’s just me and Koda, an electric tension fills the air, something I can’t quite articulate. Looking at me with dark, hungry eyes, my throat tightens, and my pulse quickens as a shy smile spreads across my lips.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Morning, Koda.” I blush, unable to stop the heat from spreading .
As we step out of the kitchen together, Koda takes my hand, guiding me toward the stairs, an enveloping silence surrounding us. “Since it’s just us today, what do you want to do?”
I shrug, unable to shake the memory of seeing him naked last night. “Um… whatever you want, Koda.”
“We could build a snowman.”
“No thanks; I’m not Elsa.”
He bursts out laughing, wrapping his arms around my waist. “So it’s not whatever I want to do, then?”
“I guess not.”
As the laughter fades, the mood shifts, and Koda leans in and captures my lips in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless, his fingers tangling in my hair and gently massaging my scalp. He pulls away, searching my eyes for any sign of doubt, but I respond with a silent invitation for him to continue. Instead, he leads me up the stairs toward another room, a playful smile adorning his lips.
“Where are we going?”
“You'll see, my little Ember.”
As we reach the door, nerves flutter inside me with every heartbeat, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. I open the door to a room bathed in the warm glow of flickering candles. The inviting ambiance wraps around us as we step inside—mirrors lining the walls, a cozy bed in the center, and an unmistakable scent of desire lingering in the air. Koda’s gaze is locked on mine as he guides me to the heart of the room, sending tingling shivers down my spine.
“Koda, this is..." I start, but he silences me with a finger on my lips.
“Shh, Ember. Let’s just enjoy the moment,” he whispers, his voice husky and enticing.
He pulls me closer, his lips lightly brushing against my ear as he murmurs something that ignites a thrilling response within me. As we sink into the soft mattress, my mind swirls with anticipation and need. For the first time, I feel completely alive. Koda hovers over me, his hands exploring my body in a way that sets all of my nerve endings ablaze.
“Ember, are you ready to let me make you feel good?” He whispers against my ear, his tongue teasing my pierced lobe before lightly nibbling it.
“Koda…” I moan, yearning for more of his touch.
“Tell me you're ready, Ember.” His lips glide from my ear down my neck, exploring my skin like a warm snow cone, slow and sweet. Tugging at his shirt, he catches my hint and removes it, revealing his sculpted, tattooed muscles, intensifying the pulse of desire within me. I gasp at the sight, nodding, overwhelmed and unable to articulate my longing.
Koda smiles before capturing my lips in a deep kiss, his hands roaming over my body, the heat between us igniting with every heartbeat. As he begins to undress me, I realize that I’m exactly where I want to be. The sensation of his skin against mine sends electric shivers down my entire being, and I know I’m ready for whatever unfolds.
He rips a string of Christmas lights from the headboard and playfully wraps them around my neck, teasing me with their glow as they travel over my nipples, hardening them against the warm flickering bulbs.
“There’s so much fucking fun to explore, Ember.” His tongue curls around my nipple, and he drags the lights down my body, expertly binding my wrists with them.
“Why do you like to make it so I can’t touch you?” I ask in a breathless moan as he slides a warm bulb against my clit, causing my hips to buck against the delightful rush of pleasure.
“Because it’s far more fun that way, baby girl.” He smirks as he continues to tease and tantalize me with the Christmas lights.
I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensations, feeling the warmth enveloping my skin and the delicious anticipation of what he has in store for me. With every flicker of light against my skin, my heart races faster, intertwining joy and a hint of nervousness. Koda is a master at building anticipation, each tiny movement coaxing out soft gasps from my lips .
“Are you enjoying this so far?” He whispers, his breath hot against my cheek as he leans in, his mouth just inches from mine.
“Mmm, yes,” I murmur, tilting my head to meet his gaze.
His dark eyes are filled with a playful glimmer—a spark of mischief that makes my stomach flutter.
“But I want more, Koda.”
“Patience, my little Ember.” His voice is a tantalizing growl, and he leans back slightly, taking a moment to drink me in. The gravity of the moment settles heavily around us, underscoring the electricity humming in the air. “I want to take my time with you.”
Koda positions himself above me again, his body a warm weight pressing me into the mattress. He captures my lips in a fervent kiss that steals the breath from my lungs, my fingers delving into his tousled hair as his tongue dances against mine. With a gentle but firm grip, he pulls away, trailing kisses down my jawline, across my throat, and lower until he reaches the swell of my breasts. He plays with the lights, drawing the wires back and forth gently against my skin, juxtaposing the warmth of my body with the cool flicker of the bulbs. The sensations are overwhelming, and I arch my back, pushing into him, desperate for more contact.
“Koda,” I moan, my voice thick with need, “don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby girl. I’m just getting started.” His words send a shiver of delight through me as he dips lower, trailing lavish kisses down my abdomen.
The heat of his lips feels like fire on my skin, igniting every nerve ending and awakening a deep hunger I didn’t fully know existed. He stops just above the waistband of my pants, glancing up at me with an expression that conveys both dominance and a hint of playful challenge.
“You ready to surrender, my little Ember?” He asks, giving me a coy smile that could melt even the coldest heart.
“Yes,” I answer, my voice barely a whisper, yet it carries all the urgency of my desire. “ Please . ”
With a flick of his wrist, my pants slide down my legs, pooling at my ankles. Koda’s gaze narrows, his eyes darkening as he drinks me in—my exposed skin glistening under the warm candlelight.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, and it feels like more than just a compliment.
The reverence in his voice makes my heart swell. The anticipation steadily builds within me as he leans closer, his mouth hovering just inches away from where I need him the most.
“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he says, his voice a low growl.
Just as I’m about to beg for him to close the distance, the soft vibration of my phone breaks the moment, buzzing insistently on the nightstand. My heart sinks slightly at the interruption, but Koda’s eyes remain locked on me, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
“Ignore it,” he commands, sealing the deal with a fierce kiss that quickly makes me forget why I was even worried.
But the phone keeps buzzing, relentless in its pursuit of my attention, and Koda halts, pulling back just enough to glance at it.
“You sure you want to check that?” He teases, his tone dripping with mischief. “Or do you want to be here with me now ?”
My heart is torn. Part of me is dying to know who needs me, and the other part wants to drown in the tidal wave of Koda’s desire—to forget the outside world completely. But as I watch him, his intensity making my body thrum with need, I realize that nothing else matters in this moment.
“I want to be here,” I finally say, the decision solidifying within me like an unyielding stone.
Koda’s smile widens at my answer, and he tilts his head, his gaze once again simmering with passion. “Good choice,” he murmurs before sliding his mouth down my torso, his hot breath sending my skin aflame .
As he delves lower and lower, the sound of my phone fades entirely from my mind, and I give myself completely to the moment, ready to explore the depths of desire with him.
Koda
Fuck, she's so damn beautiful, especially wrapped in lights and blushing beneath me.
Her chest heaves as she breathes deeply, her tits bouncing, catching my eye.
“Jesus, Ember,” I mumble against her nipple, curling my tongue around it.
My hand grazes up her thigh, and her body trembles. Once I sneak my hand between her legs, I glide two fingers along her dripping slit and push them inside of her until the ball of my palm is pressing firmly against her clit.
"Koda,” my name leaves her lips in a desperate whisper as my fingers move inside of her wet, forbidden pussy, making her back lift slightly off the bed.
She's so fucking tight.
Tugging at the lights wrapped around her wrists, her lips turn into a frown when she realizes they're not coming off.
“Don't fight it, my little Ember. Relax and enjoy the ride.” I stroke her clit and finger her tight cunt until she's biting her lip to keep from moaning.
But I want to hear her moans.
“I'm not wrapping up when I fuck you, but I won't come inside of you... don't worry.” I capture her lips and finger her, getting her pussy saturated so when my cock pops through her tight virgin muscle, it won't hurt as bad. Hopefully. I don't fucking know .
Her eyes are glossed over and hooded; I'm surprised she can even fucking see. Capturing her mouth again, I thrust my tongue inside and continue to worship her cunt with my fingers, feeling her clench around them. Her hips buck, her back arches, and her chest rises fast. My cock throbs painfully, fluid leaking from the tip as it rests against her inner thigh.
"Fuck, Ember. This pussy is so fucking wet, so tight, and I'm about to stretch it the fuck out." She gasps as I drill my fingers deeper, fucking her with them how I want to fuck her with my cock.
"Koda, please," she begs, my eyes flicking to the bright string of lights wrapped around her throat.
"Please what?" She chews on her bottom lip as I slowly pull my fingers out of her. I bring them to my mouth and suck them inside, tasting her sweet forbidden juices. "Please what, Ember?" I growl against her lips as I kiss her, wanting her to taste her wetness on my tongue.
"Please, fuck me, Koda," she begs, and I lose it.
I rest my cock against her dripping slit and push her legs open wider, getting in a comfortable position between them. "I love hearing my name rolling off your tongue, my little Ember. Say it again. Tell me to fuck you." After a few strokes, I push my cockhead against her tight entrance, waiting for her to beg me again .
She looks up at me with pleading eyes, her chest heaving as she whispers, "Please, Koda, fuck me."
The words drive me wild, and with a primal growl, I enter her slowly, savoring every inch as I push deeper. Her nails dig into my hips, and since she can't unbind her wrists and scratch my back, her moans fill the room as I move with purpose, giving her everything she needs.
"Am I hurting you?" I ask her, thrusting my hips slowly as her cunt stretches around my cock in a delicious way.
She shakes her head, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Ah, words, baby sis. Use your fucking words for me." Hearing me call her baby sis brings a blush to her cheeks, and it makes my cock twitch inside of her.
"It hurts a little, yeah," she admits in a soft whisper.
"I promise it'll stop soon, and you'll feel so..." I thrust harder, feeling my hips tense. "Fucking..." I thrust again, feeling her clit pulse against my pelvis as her cunt grips my cock and sucks me deeper. "Good."
She moans as I pick up the pace, finally parting her legs on her own as she gets accustomed to the size of my cock stretching her out. "Yes, mhm, Koda."
Every time she says my name I want to pound into her pussy, but the fact that she's a virgin stops me. I want her first time to be perfect, to be gentle and loving. But the more she moans and writhes beneath me, the harder it is to hold back.
"You feel so fucking good, Ember," I groan, moving rhythmically inside her, my movements growing faster and more urgent. "You're so tight and wet, baby girl."
She arches her back, pushing her hips up to meet mine, and I can feel the tension building within her
"Koda," she gasps, her voice filled with need, "please don't stop."
I lean down to capture her lips with mine, kissing her deeply as I continue to thrust into her. The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, and I can feel the heat and desire between us growing more intense with each passing moment. As we move together, I know that I can't hold back much longer. I want to give her everything I have—to show her how much she fucking means to me. With a final, deep thrust, I feel her body tense beneath me, her fingers digging into my skin as she cries out my name.
"Koda!" She moans, and the sound of her pleasure is enough to send me over the edge. With a low growl, I pull out and come all over her belly, my body trembling with the force of my release as hot ropes jet out, covering her skin.
Ember
Lying here beside Koda, still enveloped in the afterglow of our orgasm, I finally feel free to touch him. I gently clasp my hand over his as he playfully brushes the sensitive skin of my clit, his erection pressing against me.
"You're perfect, my little Ember," he whispers in my ear, causing me to squirm against his body.
"No, I'm not, Koda," I reply softly .
"Perhaps not in your eyes, but to me, you are," he insists. His words swell my heart with warmth, but guilt quickly creeps in, overshadowing the moment.
"Koda," I begin, but he interrupts me, his fingers gliding along the seam of my pussy in a teasing motion.
"Talk to me, baby sis. What's going on?" Concern laces his tone, and despite his touch awakening my desire all over again, anxiety begins to grip my chest, making it hard to swallow and to find the words I really want to tell him.
"I just..." I struggle to articulate the truth about Shawn and let my words drift away, my gaze drawn to the world outside.
"Did something happen that you're not telling me about?" His question sends a jolt through me, my heart pounding and breath hitching.
Yet he continues to stroke my clit, enticing me to push aside my worries. I force myself to inhale deeply, feeling the sheer weight of my guilt pressing down on my chest, feeling like I’m about to burst at the seems if I don’t tell someone what happened.
"Shawn," I finally manage to say. Koda's fingers freeze, and his expression shifts to one of seriousness as he braces for what's to come. "He..." My voice falters.
I can sense Koda's tension as his jaw tightens against my cheek, intuitively grasping the gravity of my words. He remains silent, waiting for me to say what’s on the tip of my tongue.
When I hesitate, he kisses my cheek and sighs softly. "Please don't say it, Ember."
"He raped me." The words hang heavy in the air between us, and all I feel is shame and embarrassment, waiting for him to react.
Koda’s jaw clenches, his eyes darkening with unspoken fury, yet he maintains a haunting silence, urging me to continue. His hold on me tightens, almost as if he’s trying to silently tell me that he’s not going anywhere, and neither am I.
"I'm so sorry, Koda. I didn't want to tell you," I rush to explain, tears brimming in my eyes.
As Koda’s fingers still, he pulls me closer into his embrace, holding me tightly.
"I'm not angry at you, Ember. I'm just furious with myself for not seeing it sooner," he murmurs, his touch both soothing and warm.
I can feel his arms tightening protectively and possessively around me and the fierce clench of his jaw as anger rises within him.
"I should have protected you. I'm so sorry," he says, his voice heavy with remorse as he heavily sighs against the back of my neck.
"It's not your fault, Koda," I reassure him, relief flooding through me at having shared my burden with someone I trust. "I don't want to lose you," I sniffle, clinging to him as if my very life depends on it.
"You won't. I promise," he assures me, planting a soft kiss on the top of my head. "Now, tell me everything about this Shawn kid."