Chapter 4 All You can Fuck Buffet

Naomi

"Come on, guys. I think they look good!" Jax said, stepping back and letting everyone see the elf outfits that Isabella and I had dressed Roman, Noah, and him in earlier.

Isabella was hosting a party at the Lycans' pack house with alphas and lunas from the nearby packs, and everyone-including Jax-was just a bit too drunk. Thankfully, it was almost the end of the night.

"Wow, I wish Roman would act all silly like that sometimes," Isabella said. Then, she grabbed my hand, squeezing lightly. "How's the sex, by the way? I've never got a chance to ask you."

"Jax acts all stupid and funny, but his dick is huge," I said, gazing at the three guys as they talked to some of the other alphas near the door. I could see the outline of Jax's cock in the green shorts he was wearing as a part of his elf outfit.

He glanced over at me, catching me checking him out, and smirked. "You'll get to jingle these bells later," he mouthed to me.

I playfully rolled my eyes, cheeks flushing.

Noah was standing next to Jax, a spitting image but with that intense look in his eye. It gave me chills every time I looked at him.

"They're both so good in bed," I said.

She pressed herself into my side, a glass of wine in her hand. "I bet. They're so hot."

"Says the girl who is mated to Roman," I said, giggling.

Roman was standing at the door by the kitchen, waving off the last alphas and lunas. His biceps were flexed against his velvet green shirt, and his hair was curled slightly on his forehead.

"Oh, stop it," Isabella said. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the living room. "Anyway, enough about them. You know I was shopping the other day, and I found the perfect Santa costume for you! I was thinking that you could wear it when you go home with Noah and Jax tonight," she said, winking. "Wait here. I'll go get it!" She ran to her room and came back with a Santa outfit. "Go try it on!"

"Now?" I asked, placing down my sangria on the coffee table.

She pushed me toward the bathroom and shut the door. I took the Santa outfit, which looked more like some skimpy lingerie, and stripped my clothes. There were so many straps and pieces of white fuzz falling all over the place that it took me a good five minutes to figure out how to put it on. And when I finally did, I stared at myself in the mirror with wide eyes. The material was a thin white sheer that covered my breasts. White fuzz fixed on the edges of it.

"Isabella," I said. "You can literally see all of my boobs!"

She jingled the doorknob. "Let me see!" When I opened the door, she swallowed hard, eyes becoming wide. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom, twirling me around. "Look at you! You look so sexy."

I covered my breasts with my forearm. "You can see everything-my nipples, my boobs, everything."

"That's the point. Your tits are so nice, and you never show them off." She shrugged, peeled my arm away, and stared at them. "I mean, Roman's not even a tit guy, but he's been staring at them all night."

I raised a brow. "And you're okay with that?"

She stepped toward me, smirking, and drew a finger up the column of my neck. "Are you?"

"Isabella," I breathed.

She didn't move her hand away. "What?" she said, fingers lightly moving down my chest. She trailed her finger across my nipple, making it hard. "What, Naomi?" Her eyes were dark. "Do you want me to stop?"

She trailed her finger across my nipple again, and I clenched.

"Isabella," I breathed.

She grabbed a handful of my breast and squeezed. Then bent her head and kissed my breast through the sheer material, her teeth dragging across it.

"Isabella," I said, grabbing her wrist but not stopping her. "Our mates are in the kitchen."

She pushed me down on the couch and smirked down at me, standing between my legs. "Well, they should join us," she said. She knelt between my legs, tits pressed against my thighs, breath warming my pussy. "Elves!"

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a laugh-knowing that Jax would be the only one to come to that name-and to hold back my moan as she pulled my sheer underwear off me, pressed her lips to my folds, and flicked her tongue against my clit.

I arched my back, and she pressed herself closer to me, pinning my hips to the couch with her hands. Oh, Moon Goddess. I gripped the sheets, legs trembling ever so softly. Isabella lightly grazed her fingers against my breasts and pinched my nipples. I parted my lips, eyes wide, heat building up in my core.

"Ho-ho-whoa ..." Jax said, staring wide-eyed at Isabella and me from the doorway. "What is going on in here?"

But Isabella didn't stop, which only turned me on more. Her mouth was still pressed to my core, her fingers were brushing against my opening, the pressure was building in my core. When she shoved her fingers into me, I screamed out in pleasure.

A single leg-shaking, ear-splitting orgasm.

Jax clenched his jaw, but his hardness was pressed against those tight green shorts. I gazed over at him with hazy eyes, coming down from my orgasm and wanting to apologize for letting Isabella eat me out. But I didn't want to apologize for that. That was too good.

Very distantly, I heard the other guys shuffling through the kitchen toward the living room.

Isabella gazed up at me, ignoring Jax, and continued to thrust her fingers into my tight pussy. I clenched around her. "Does someone want me to make her come again?" She pressed her lips to me in a heated, openmouthed kiss, her soft lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, and my juices on her lips.

Isabella pulled away when Roman growled.

"Isabella," he said, dangerously low. "Get off her."

She crawled up my body and lay next to me, one leg over my own, and ground her wetness into my thigh. "No." She gazed right at him and grasped one of my breasts in her hand.

He growled again, and she smirked.

"If you want me to stop touching her, make me."

But Roman made no move to make her get off me.

Noah was standing next to him, jaw clenched but an intense look in his eye. He wasn't angry-I could tell that. I just didn't know how to read his expression.

Isabella crawled back on top of me, and I turned my attention back to her. She moved her hips against mine, ass grinding against the front of my pussy. I placed my hands on her hips, moving them slowly with her. Her wet pussy was grinding against my stomach.

I trailed a finger down her hip and grazed it against her folds.

She smirked. "Why're you acting so shy?"

"Shy?" I asked. I pressed my fingers onto her clit and rubbed small circles around it, like she had done with me. All my years as a Lycan, I had never been this intimate with another woman before.

To have one sitting on my lap, grinding her wetness onto me.

To say I was turned on was an understatement. My core was throbbing, just wanting her to thrust her fingers back into me.

Someone brushed themselves against my thigh, and I clenched, gazing behind her. Roman was between our legs, grasping Isabella's ass in his hands.

Jax walked over to me, analyzing the situation, and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. "Little One," he said against me. "Did Isabella make you wet?"

I furrowed my brows together, clenched, and nodded my head. She drew her fingers across my nipples again and tugged on them, making me moan softly.

Noah had shuffled a few feet closer and was stroking his cock through his green pants. I reached for him, grazing my fingers against his hard-on.

"Come here," I whispered. Wanting him to just take it out already.

Isabella pressed a finger to my chin, making me look up at her. I took one of her hands, pressed it against Jax's hardness, and together, we ran our fingers down his length. Isabella swallowed hard and bit her lip.

"Is this okay, Jax?" I asked, gazing up at him through my lashes.

He tensed for a long moment, but when Isabella began to rub him harder through his pants, he groaned softly.

I smirked at her and reached for Noah again, stroking his cock and begging him to take it out. He grasped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I pulled down the front of his waistband and watched his cock spring out.

He took the base of it and pushed it toward my lips. "Open your mouth for me, Little One."

I clenched and parted my lips. He pressed the tip of his cock against me, teasing me, then pushed himself all the way down my throat until I gagged.

Roman brushed his fingers up my thigh, and I felt his hardness through his pants press against my core. He was poking right at my entrance, grinding it against my wetness. And all I wanted was for him to take it out and thrust it into me.

Noah grasped a handful of my hair and pulled me closer to him each time that he pushed himself down my throat. I pressed my hand to his thigh, cheeks flushing, and gagged again.

When he pulled out of me, I gasped for breath, spit dripping down my chin. Isabella was still grinding her hips into me. She had her lips pressed to Jax's cock, and her pretty little face was being fucked.

Roman groped her breast in one of his hands and lightly teased my clit with the other. He moved his fingers around in circles, over and over. He was staring over Isabella's shoulder at my tits and watching them bounce each time Noah thrust his cock into me. His gaze traveled from my tits to my face, and he thrust a finger in my pussy.

My brows furrowed together, and I clenched tightly around him, moaning on Noah's cock. Roman smirked.

Noah pulled out of me again, and I gasped.

"More, Roman," I said.

He stuck another finger into me, filling me more.

Jax pulled out of Isabella. Spit was dripping down her chin, rolling down her neck.

"Is that all you have?" she asked.

Jax growled lowly, making me clench harder. He grasped her hips and pulled her off of me and placed her next to the couch. She posted her hands on the arm of the couch and leaned forward, her tits near my face. Jax gazed over the couch at me, grasped my hand in his and her hip in the other.

Roman walked over and nodded to Noah without breaking eye contact with me. "Fuck your woman."

I gazed up at Roman through my lashes. "Are you going to fuck my face too?"

Noah placed my legs on his shoulders and pressed his cock against my wetness, making me clench. He pushed himself inside of me, inch by inch, so agonizingly slow. When he was all the way inside of me, he stilled and then thrust deeper.