Page 6 of Wrapped and Tapped
M y face flamed as embarrassment ate through me. I'd just tried to throw these strangers out of my house for trespassing and now I was asking to see them naked. Something was seriously wrong with me.
But at the moment, I struggled to care, especially when North reached for the button on his pants, unfastening it with a flick of his fingers as he stood.
The New Year’s ball in Times Square was put under less scrutiny than what I was currently applying to this Santa-stand-in’s fly, the colorful glow brightening as one piece of fabric was folded back, then another.
North gave me an amused, questioning look, quirking a brow and offering me one last chance to back out of this sinfully seasonal round of truth-or-dare.
My libido drop kicked my hesitation, grabbed the mental reins, and yanked. I nodded eagerly.
“You alright there, Neve?” Buzz sounded like he was trying hard not to laugh at my fixation, which only made my blush worse. My throat, dry and pinched, stumbled over an affirmative noise. “Good. Then who would you like to see next, me or Tinsel?”
Oh. The way I’d asked had kind of included all of them, hadn’t it?
I managed to tear my gaze away from the surprisingly erotic sight of North’s cock silhouetted in firelight and candy-colored bulbs, locking eyes with Tinsel again.
Surely whatever the gentle soul of their group was packing couldn’t be that over-the-top, right?
I nodded at him shyly. Behind him, Buzz grinned.
“Go on, then. Show her what she wants to see, Tinsel.”
Tinsel’s cheeks were also a charming rosy shade, his body language bashful as he stood.
A sudden thought occurred to me, unpleasant and jarring, and I reached out to touch his hand, working at the button on his pants.
“Tinsel, I… you know you don’t have to show me anything you don’t want to, right?
I mean, this is fun and all but I don’t want any of you to feel uncomfortable. ”
Tinsel laughed softly, ducking his head.
“Neve, you’re the only reason we’re wearing clothing in the first place.
Things are less…modest, where we come from.
I’m just a bit, uhm, different , even among elves.
” With that bit of strange reassurance, he opened his own fly, a criss-cross lacing of thin leather straps, ruching the fabric down.
The move revealed 8 inches of a cardboard wrapping paper tube, nestled in a happy trail of glittering teal… tinsel. Of course.
I blinked.
Tinsel cocked his head at me curiously, seemingly waiting on me to gush over his unique endowment the way I had North’s. A long, awkward beat passed and I gave him a small smile, not wanting to hurt the sweet guy’s feelings. “It’s very…interesting!”
Buzz barked a laugh, walking over to clap a hand on Tinsel’s back. “She thinks that’s it!” He grinned at me and glanced down at Tinsel’s…tube…then back at me before adding in a conspiratorial whisper, “Tinsel’s uncircumcised.”
Sure enough, Tinsel smiled shyly and gripped the cardboard tube, sliding it backwards towards himself.
It crumpled down softly to reveal an emerging cock that glittered in the light radiating from North’s nearby lightshow of a package.
Tinsel gave an endearing shrug, letting his hand fall away, the soft cardboard…
foreskin, apparently...sliding back down over half his cock.
“Whoa.” My usual eloquence had fled the room.
I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but it wasn’t a glittery push-up cock pop that would put Edward “Skin of a Killer” Cullen to shame.
I curled my fingers into my palm on the couch, resisting an urge to reach out and touch the strange cardboard-looking foreskin myself.
I was curious: it wasn’t every day my interesting packages came with interesting packages , after all.
“My turn now?” Buzz wore a broad, eager grin, his thumbs already hooked in the drawstring waistband of his pants, a medieval-looking version of sweatpants in thick black velvet.
Buzz nudged Tinsel out of the way playfully with his hip, sending him sprawling onto the couch beside me with a laugh, legs tangled in his own pants.
He lifted his mop of teal hair, cheek squished against the upholstery, to smile at me.
“Sorry. Tripped.” He shuffled around on his knees, plunking down bare-assed beside me, toeing off his boots and pants and making himself comfortable.
His casual half-nudity would have been presumptuous in any other situation, but I was strangely okay with the shy guy letting it all hang out.
An exaggerated throat clearing pulled my attention away from my pantsless couch buddy back to Buzz, who’d apparently dropped trou himself while I was distracted.
He rested his fists on his naked hips, posing like a superhero, leaving me to gawk at what looked like a display swiped straight off an adult store’s counter.
A smooth, gyrating shaft in the same hot pink hue as his hair jutted out proudly, the tip curved just-so in an unmistakable G-spot design.
As my eyes traced it downwards, the layered edges of an infamous clit-stimulating rose vibrator unfurled, just above his base.
Buzz was, quite literally, a sex toy .
A steady throb bloomed to life between my thighs as my eyes skittered away from the three curious gazes openly studying me.
My fingers curled and twisted at the quilt hem as I grew nervous— again —that they could read minds.
Mind reading wasn’t an elf thing, right?
I racked my brain for what little I remembered from the Lord of the Rings movies.
North’s gentle rumble of a voice cut through my mental panic, causing me to realize with a shock he’d also managed to shed his pants and boots.
I was beginning to feel downright overdressed in my own living room.
“And for your task, Neve? Did you really want three powerful, magical elves of the Winter Court to…screw in a few light bulbs?”
My brain hung on “screw” and “lightbulbs” and I realized I’d been staring at North’s pole again. Pull up, Neve, PULL UP. Mayday. Mayday.
Whoops.
North joined Buzz, their magical members hovering only a few inches away from my face from where I sat. The bearded man tossed an arm jovially over Buzz’s shoulder, the two of them grinning down at me as Tinsel moved a little closer on my left.
“Well? How may our Nosse serve you, little gift?”