“Excellent work, Beta,” Cade declared.
“I know.” So smug. “I’m going to be really busy for the next few hours monitoring the situation on Earth. Apparently, someone called Santa Claus has managed to find a way to deliver gifts to millions of households in a single night. I am curious as to what propulsion system he uses.”
Colette could have told Beta that Santa was simply a myth, but why spoil Beta’s fun? Besides, maybe Santa was real. After all, it turned out aliens existed.
And they wanted her as their lover.
She’d never been so excited and nervous.
“So, where are we doing this?” She glanced around, but the chairs didn’t seem conducive for sex play.
“The guest quarters have the largest beds.”
“Lead the way,” she boldly stated. The sooner they got there, the better, because she noticed some serious tenting in their pants and she couldn’t wait to take care of it.
They entered a chamber less plain than those she’d seen thus far. The walls hued a pale green, the bed big and round in the center of the room.
“Guess we should get naked,” she murmured, her hands going to the hem of her shirt.
“Let us,” Cade said, grabbing her hands.
“Okay.” A soft reply that came with a shiver of anticipation.
Cade’s nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on her blouse, which, while clean because of the laser, definitely wouldn’t be going back into her closet after all it had been through. When her shirt gaped, revealing the lacy edges of her bra, Cade slid to her rear and swept aside her hair, placing a kiss on her nape. His shift of position allowed Jaspar to crouch before her, his hands working the zipper on the side of her skirt, tugging it down over her hips, his eyes half lidded with passion—and they’d only just begun.
While Cade slid her shirt off, Jaspar massaged her legs, starting at her ankle, stroking upwards. While he got her weak-kneed, Cade proceeded to lightly kiss her nape, his warm breath teasing her skin, awakening all of her sensitive nerve endings.
They left the bra and panties on and remained dressed as they both pressed in on her, front and back, cocooning her between. Jaspar leaned in for a kiss that stole her breath, or was it because Cade ground his erection against her ass? She wiggled her butt to tease while her tongue tangled with Jaspar’s, drawing a moan.
He wasn’t the only one enjoying himself. Her panties needed a good wringing already.
When they shuffle-guided her to the bed, she lay down on her back and got to watch them strip off their shirts. Blue pecs. Blue abs. Pants that strained as their cocks demanded release.
Cade leaned forward and kissed her, his lips sliding sensually over hers.
While they embraced, Jaspar dragged his fingers down her torso to the waist of her panties. He slid them under the fabric, and she groaned against Cade’s lips when those fingers stroked over her wet cleft.
If they kept dual teasing, she might come too quick. It led to her saying, in a less-than-steady voice, “Whose cock is getting sucked first?”
Cade whispered, “So eager.”
“And you’re not?”
“Very,” he chuckled.
“So, who am I wrapping my lips around?”
Cade glanced over at Jaspar. “Start with him.”
“Me?” Jaspar exclaimed.
“Yes. Feed her your cock.”
Colette felt a quiver between her legs at his dirty command. And then another as Jaspar quickly shucked his pants, revealing his ready cock.
She knelt and beckoned. “Come here.” She patted the spot in front of her, and he eagerly complied, positioning himself in front of her face, his rigid shaft ready for a lick. Her tongue bathed the head of his prick, and he groaned.
“Take him in your mouth,” Cade ordered in a husky voice.
