Page 7 of Wrapped and Tapped

I scrambled backward, but the three gorgeous elves in my living room had me all but pinned to my plush couch.

Sweat tickled at my hairline, the warmth of my racing, nervous pulse and the merrily-burning fireplace making me wonder if I ought to adopt my visitors’ new dress code.

The elves watched me curiously, eagerly, as if I was the prettiest box under the tree on Christmas morning.

Well, what now?

Logic churned alongside my raging libido, debating just what I wanted these elves to do for me—to do to me.

They’d promised me one wish, and they all seemed on board with whatever I wanted to do.

Truthfully, they seemed very on board with something more hands-on than swapping out my hallway light bulbs.

But was I down with that?

It had been a while—too long if I was being completely honest—since I’d had mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex.

Come to think of it, most of the sex I’d had until that point had been subpar at best, but the marvelous special additions currently bobbing in front of me had me salivating over the possibilities.

The part of me that was sick and tired of settling for bad sex urged me on as my eyes fell once again to North’s cock.

Honestly, it was so pretty it was hard to take my eyes off it.

“I…” I started in a whisper, nearly overwhelmed by the rapt attention of three gorgeous men.

Deep inside, I already knew my answer, what I really wanted these men to do to me, but a lifetime of sexual shame and modesty drilled into me where I wanted them to instead.

North, Tinsel, and Buzz obviously didn’t mind being open with their desires or their bodies, but this was a whole new world for yours truly.

But as I sat up, my modesty was already fluttering at the frosted window like a wayward moth, eager to fuck off to lands unknown so I could enjoy Christmas Eve properly.

My eyes shifted to Tinsel whose bright gaze met mine eagerly, the quirk of a smile turning his lips upward.

“You can ask for anything, Neve,” he said gently, sliding his hand a little higher on my thigh. His touch was gentle and hesitant, but still sent a thrill skittering through me. “Anything you want.”

“I’m just…” What if I asked them to rail me like there was no tomorrow, and it wasn’t what they wanted?

I’d look like the world’s most desperate weirdo, especially since, well, they were intruders and I’d flung someone else’s used underwear at them already.

“I’m not sure you guys would, you know, want to do what I have in mind. ”

Tinsel’s grin widened and he cocked his head to the side. “I doubt there will be any issue there, Neve.”

His easy charm stoked a fire in me that put the magical hearth behind us to shame. Tinsel’s words had me once more wondering if they knew my thoughts before I’d even figured them out myself.

Buzz and North looked at me as if I was a holiday feast laid out just for them, not the frazzled, barely-home-from-work mess I was.

It was like we’d all entered a hot, horny stalemate, the magical men around me waiting for my permission to lift a festive finger.

But how exactly did I tell them I wanted to be stuffed like a stocking?

Trimmed like a slutty little tree? Wrapped up in all three of them like the little gift North kept calling me?

All I want for Christmas is a tactful way to request an orgy.

I cleared my throat, feeling ridiculous as I folded my hands in my lap, veering into overly-formal out of sheer nerves. I steeled up and met the heavy gazes of the three unnecessarily attractive elf men Donald-Ducking it in front of me. “I would like to be sexually satisfied. Please.”

A toothy grin broke out across Buzz’s face and he held out a hand to me with a flourish, helping me gracefully off the couch. As I rose, his eyes fell down my body and slowly climbed their way back up, appreciative all the way.

“First things first my dear. They’re lovely, but these clothes have got to go.” He smirked, reaching for the hem of my sweater as he stage-whispered a compliment. “I know you’ll look even more stunning unwrapped.”

The substantial shaft of Buzz’s sex toy shaft bumped my hip gently as he eased his hands beneath my cardigan, a subtle, undulating vibration in the contact hinting at what awaited me.

I pulled my arms from the sleeves, and with a soft shoosh of knit fabric, the first layer of my winter fit puddled behind me.

The thin sweater I’d worn into work did nothing to hide the points of my nipples shoving against an equally-thin bra, my pussy giving a wanton throb as he raised a palm to cup my right breast, thumb teasing at that sensitive, fabric-tented point.

A hollow bomp and the whisper of cardboard against my other hip drew my eyes from Buzz’s hand to Tinsel’s unusual cock as it slid against my thermal leggings.

He tugged the neckline of my sweater down with a finger, pressing a hot kiss against my exposed shoulder, playfully nibbling at my bra’s shoulder strap before drawing back, tracing it with his fingers. “May we undress you properly, Neve?”

“Yes please.” I bit back a grin as Buzz guided my arms gently above my head. He tugged the bottom hem of my sweater up over my stomach, eventually adding the inside-out top to the growing pile of my clothes.

My throat caught as I felt self-consciousness rush in like a forgotten tide, cheeks flushing at the thought of my pale, rounded belly exposed to these gorgeous men.

Before I could overthink things, North shouldered in, dropping to a knee and pressing a tender kiss to the softest part of my stomach, eyes closed reverently.

I stifled a giggle—that beard of his tickled—and boldly ran my fingers through his cobalt blue locks.

He nuzzled a cheek against me and looked up with a blissful expression.

I gasped as he gave a soft, animalistic growl, playfully nipping at the skin he’d just kissed so sweetly. “Your body is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, Neve. Soft as fresh-fallen snow and sculpted like a winter Goddess. Thank you for sharing it with us.”

Buzz and Tinsel hummed in agreement as they left soft, sucking kisses along either side of my neck, working together to unhook my bra and help me slide it off my arms. I grinned as it landed squarely on North’s head, interrupting his worship of my stomach.

My pussy gave another happy throb as he plucked it off, ran a thumb over the lace trim, and looked up at me with heat in his eyes before tossing it over his shoulder.

“Get her on the couch. Let’s show our little gift what a good Nosse can do together. ”

Tinsel helped me ease back until my thighs bumped the edge of the couch, his touch skating warmly along my forearm. Before he allowed me to sit, his fingers hooked beneath the waistband of my leggings. He dropped to a knee again as he dragged them down, peppering kisses along my exposed thigh.

I took a shaky breath, grabbing Buzz’s arm to keep myself upright as I stepped out of the fleece-lined spandex material. Finally, when I stood before them in all my birthday-suited glory, Tinsel gently pressed me back onto the couch until I sat awkwardly, restless hands folded in my lap.

Nerves knotted my stomach as my gaze bounced between the three men, wondering what the next step was. How did you start an orgy? Was there a protocol? Did everyone rock-paper-scissors to decide who went first?

North didn’t give me a chance to answer before he dropped to the floor in front of me and nudged my knees apart, exposing my dripping center to him.

“There’s no need to be nervous, Neve,” he purred, his fingertips dancing gracefully up my thighs.

“Just relax and let us worship your gorgeous body. If you want us to stop, just say Blitzen.”

“Blitzen?” I asked, the fever dream quality of the whole night ratcheting up a few notches.

He nodded, his fingers dipping closer to my pussy before just barely brushing against me. Tinsel joined me on the couch, close enough that his hard pectoral pressed against my arm as he cupped my breast, delivering a quick, playful pinch to my nipple.

I squeaked at the unexpected bite of sensation, burrowing backwards into the plush couch, the movement jolting my hips up towards North.

He caught me and slid broad palms under my thighs, matter-of-factly dragging me back to the edge of the cushions to expose me fully.

He held me in place as the soft bristle of his beard crushed against my me at last, tongue licking a hungry stripe up to my clit.

The ecstatic noise he drew out of me muffled against Tinsel’s lips as he kissed me passionately, his hand holding my breast up for Buzz to lick as the third man nudged beneath my arm.

Well Merry Christmas to me : sexually serviced by three of the Winter King’s elves, right on my own couch?

Don’t mind if I do. I groaned and lifted my hips up to North’s mouth again, my toes digging ecstatically into the carpet as his tongue dipped inside me.

Tinsel offered soft, sipping kisses, his free hand tenderly brushing my hair back from my forehead as he fixed me with an adoring look.

The mix of gentle, loving treatment at his hands while his “brothers” relentlessly turned me on was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

Tinsel deepened our kiss as Buzz’s hand slid down, tucking under North’s mouth to tease my entrance with a fingertip.

They worked together seamlessly, Buzz stroking my clit gently while North tongue-fucked me, then sinking his fingers deep when North moved back up to tease my clit again.

They traded back and forth until I was panting against Tinsel’s mouth.

He smiled at my desperation, softly pinching my chin and making me watch the other two men playing me like an instrument as he murmured in my ear.