Company Vacation (3 page)

Elle twisted, but because her feet were still strapped down, she fell on her ass, knocking her breath out of her.

“Whoa.” James nimbly jumped over and grabbed Elle’s wrists, but Cunningham had tossed his ski poles aside and was reaching for her as well.
 

“I got her,” Cunningham growled, his hands on her upper arms. James straightened, his eyebrows rising.

“It’s ok, James. I know him.” Elle wanted to dust off her powder-covered pants, but Cunningham still hadn’t released her. She’d never seen Cunningham like this before. Even when he’d walked in on her with four other men, he hadn’t been exactly … jealous?

Jonathan didn’t look very comfortable either. Nolan gracefully skied over, smirking so hard that it was a miracle he kept his balance. “I told you that was Elle,” he said. “Looks like dinner’s on you.” When he made eye contact with Elle, he winked.

Elle turned to her instructor. “Thanks, James. Maybe I’ll spoil myself and see you tomorrow.”

“That’d be swell. You got my digits.” He walked off, whistling.

Cunningham finally let her go. “Who the hell is that?”

“I believe that was James,” Nolan said. Elle smiled despite herself; it was nice to see, for once, Nolan being infuriating to someone other than her.

She crossed her arms. “I’m a little rusty, so I hired an instructor.”

“You don’t need an instructor.” Cunningham retrieved his ski poles. “We’ll take the gondola to the summit for lunch, and we can talk about it there.”

He went off, and Elle freed herself from her snowboard. Take a gondola up and down? Seemed pretty safe.

But two hours later, Elle was staring at the big map of the resort, trying to figure out how to get down without snapping her neck because Cunningham insisted that they ski down together.

“We’ll take this one,” Cunningham said, indicating a trail marked with a black diamond. He turned to Elle. “It’s not very steep, and with all the snow last night, it’s more like an intermediate trail. You’ll probably find it too easy.”

Crap.

He skied off, Jonathan and Nolan right behind him. Elle chewed on her lower lip. She’d done an intermediate trail that morning. She could do this.

She set off, channeling the voice of her instructor as she navigated the first part. Not steep? Cunningham seriously had no clue. This trail was a black diamond for a reason.

Elle whimpered. It was too late to turn back. She babied herself, going at a snail’s pace, but it was ok. Just back and forth, back and forth.

And then she saw the three men waiting for her around the first curve.
 

Jonathan pulled up his goggles. “You
are
rusty.” He sounded perplexed.

“Yeah, well.” She looked away.

“Elle, what’s going on?” Cunningham demanded.

“It was a misunderstanding.” She shrugged helplessly.

“I see.” Cunningham pulled a folded map out of his pocket and studied it. “We intersect with a green not too far away.”

Jonathan tapped on the map. “These trees shouldn’t be hard to get to, and since the upper part is closed, it’ll be empty.”

Cunningham nodded as a smile spread across his face. Nolan looked at her and slowly licked his lips, and Elle gulped.
 

“What are you going to do to me?”

Cunningham stared at her as he stuffed his map inside his jacket. “You’re going to learn that there are consequences when you lie to your bosses.”

Elle put her hands on her hips, but there was nothing she could say to defend herself. All she could come up with was, “Nolan’s not my boss.”

Nolan moved in, his blue eyes darkening. “Wanna bet?” He stared at her mouth, and Elle blushed, remembering the hot tub kiss.

“We’ll settle this in the trees,” Cunningham said firmly. He motioned for Jonathan to go first, then he and Nolan flanked Elle. She couldn’t help but notice that they weren’t even using their poles; each man held an arm out, ready to catch her.

Geez. She looked like an idiot, and the people who passed them—which was everyone because she was going so slow—glanced back.

“I’m fine,” she hissed. “I don’t need you guys hovering over me like human training wheels.”

“You just started snowboarding a few days ago, and you’re on an advanced trail,” Cunningham said. There was a dangerous tone to his voice, making it clear that he wasn’t going to back off.

“We’ll protect you,” Jonathan said. He was trying not to laugh. When Elle gave him a dirty look, she forgot to keep her feet in the right position, and she fell … right into Jonathan’s arms.

“Elle!” Cunningham sounded anguished.

“I’m fine.” She pushed away from Jonathan, who couldn’t stop laughing.

“This is so hot,” he said. “Seeing you helpless like this is getting me worked up.”

Nolan had stopped at a nearly invisible trail that disappeared into dense woods. “Here?”

Cunningham nodded as he pulled a black ski mask over his face. With it on, his body seemed even larger and more intimidating than usual. “You go first, and after you pick a spot, make that phone call. Jonathan goes second. Then I’ll bring Elle.”

“What the hell does ‘bring Elle’ mean?” Elle demanded.

“We’ll have to do something about your potty mouth one of these days,” Cunningham said as he tossed his ski poles to Jonathan, who tucked them under his arm and plunged into the trees after Nolan. “I’m learning all sorts of things about you during this trip.”

Elle glared as he straddled her board with his skis, but when his arms came around her waist, her blood thundered in her ears. Even though she had the sniffles, she could still smell his hot, masculine scent, and his strong body was so firm and solid behind her that despite how humiliated she felt, she was definitely getting wet. She arched back against him, and his embrace tightened around her.

The next thing she knew, she was moving forward. Technically her body was facing sideways, but she was going straight down a steep, narrow path, branches whizzing by either side of her.

“I’m gonna die!” she wailed.

Cunningham’s laugh made them both shake, and Elle tensed up and closed her eyes. Then Cunningham let her go … and she plowed into Jonathan.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he said as he caught her easily. “You know, you’re sexy when you’re terrified.” He and Nolan had taken off their skis, and they were both wearing black ski masks. The effect was a little eerie, and Elle shivered. She knew she was safe with them, but still …

Nolan freed her feet from the board, and Jonathan threw her over his shoulder and carried her into the trees, but not before Elle noticed that the snow surrounding them was untouched.

So they were the first ones to come down there that day. At least she probably didn’t have to worry about someone happening upon whatever was about to happen.

By the time Jonathan set her down, they were so deep in the forest that she couldn’t see the path at all. Jonathan used the side of his stiff boot to scrape the snow away from the base of a large, sturdy evergreen, then he moved back while Nolan trampled the remaining snow until a little area had been carved out.

“You could have told me,” Jonathan whispered as he caressed her cheek.
 

“I … I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Rough hands grabbed her, and Elle found herself pressed up against the trunk. Cunningham’s dark eyes were frightening as he grabbed her jaw and kissed her possessively. After having been so safe in his arms, it was strange to be afraid of him.

Cunningham grabbed her throat and squeezed just a little. “Too bad the air’s so thin here,” he said. “Choking you while you suck our cocks would teach you a lesson.”

“Yes, sir,” Elle breathed. She couldn’t meet his unwavering gaze, so she glanced at the others. Jonathan had one hand in his pants. Even the mask couldn’t hide how sexy he was when he stared at her like that, like even an avalanche would be insufficient to stop him from fucking her. Nolan’s arms were crossed, and he was trying hard to look uninterested, but Elle saw the bulge in his pants.

“First, you’re going to suck us off while we each spank you. Then you’re going to get us hard again. You are not to orgasm. Understood?”

“Yes,” Elle whimpered. She fell to her knees and pawed at his pants. If she could just get him in her mouth, she could make him forget.

“No. Jonathan first.”

Elle nodded and shifted so that when Jonathan approached, his cock hard and in hand, she was able to take him without wasting a second. She sucked him the best she ever had, twisting her head as she moved up and down on him as she gently caressed his balls. She would have thought that the cold might put a damper on his enthusiasm, but being outside seemed to make him even more excited.

Cunningham pulled her pants down, then her long underwear. She shivered as the air nipped at her exposed flesh. But a moment later a sharp smack warmed her right up.

She moaned, and the vibration seemed to get Jonathan even more worked up.

“How upset are you, Jonathan?” Cunningham asked.

Jonathan’s hand came to rest on the top of her head as he urged her to take him even deeper. “I think,” he gasped, “that I can’t be mad at someone who does this to my cock.”

“Nolan?”

“I’m devastated,” he said cheerfully. “Make sure to warm her pussy up for me. I want it burning hot when I fuck her.”

“Stand up, Elle, but keep sucking,” Jonathan said.

Cunningham made an approving noise as Elle struggled to obey, then his hand connected with Elle’s exposed buttocks so smartly that it drove all of the air out of her lungs. “You have been very bad, Elle,” he said. “You could have been hurt.” He smacked her again. She wanted to throw herself on his mercy, but she had to attend to Jonathan, whose cock was swelling up as she squirmed under Cunningham’s furious palms.
 

Unexpected tears made everything blurry. The worst part of the punishment was knowing how angry Cunningham was. Nolan came forward and pressed hard on her neck, holding her still so that Jonathan could fuck her mouth as hard as he wanted.

Her entire body was warmed, now. She wanted Cunningham to, just for a second, slip a finger inside of her. To give her pleasure. To show that he didn’t hate her.

But all he did was spank her harder.

Jonathan groaned and rammed his hips forward, and with Nolan’s firm grasp on her neck, Elle could do nothing but take every drop right into her throat.

Then he and Cunningham switched places. “Make sure you spank her hard,” Cunningham said.

“Sure thing.” But first Jonathan did something even worse. Two fingers slid into her tight sheath, and she cried out as her pussy clenched involuntarily around him.

“Hold me in your mouth,” Cunningham rasped. He grabbed her neck and forced her toward his erection, already glistening, almost glowing in the light that filtered through the snow-covered trees. He pushed past her lips, and Elle opened wide to accommodate him.

No matter how hard she tried to ignore Jonathan finger-fucking her, she couldn’t. Whenever the four of them were together, she got so horny. They were every fantasy she’d ever had and then some.

Jonathan withdrew his fingers and tartly slapped her ass. “Don’t you come.” Then Nolan was fucking her pussy. She knew it was him because he was rough, always, his knees brusquely opening her legs wider. Nolan’s cold hand slid under her coat and pushed up her sweater. Elle jerked and squealed.

“Don’t move,” Cunningham growled. Nolan’s fingers teased around her nipples, but instead of numbing her, her skin got hotter and hotter. Nolan flicked at the erect buds as he pounded away. Elle tried to beg for mercy, but her mouth was full of Cunningham, and he wasn’t trying to come. He was holding back, taking his time.
 

This was about her punishment, not his pleasure. He would make her suck him until her jaw fell off if he thought that was what she needed. Elle grabbed at his legs, trying to pull away from the pounding of her mouth and pussy, but the material of his ski pants was slippery. The men had things just how they wanted, and they would stop when they felt like it, not because she was uncomfortable.

“Are you crying?” Cunningham’s voice was gentle, but Elle knew better. If her lips were stretched around him, then her tears would only serve to turn him on. She nodded and looked up at Cunningham as best she could without yielding an inch of his cock, but when she saw the ski mask, she squeezed her eyes closed. She was used to seeing him in expensive suits, not dressed like this. “Fuck her hard,” Cunningham snapped.

Nolan rammed into her even harder, each thrust making her gag on Cunningham’s cock.
 

“My pretty girl.” Cunningham used his thumb to wipe the side of her mouth dry. Elle made a little sound in her throat. She continued sucking, not caring that her needy little moans echoed through the silent forest.
 

“Yeah, like that.” Cunningham wrapped his hands around the back of her neck and held her steady as he arched away from the tree and shot his load deep into her throat.
 

As soon as Cunningham pulled out, Nolan came around to take his turn in her mouth. He surged forward, then eased out. Waited a second. Surged forward and held himself still, ignoring her struggles. Then he pulled back again.

Elle began to struggle, hoping for mercy. Not only did Nolan not yield a centimeter, but the two other men grabbed her arms and shoulders, holding her upper body still. He was so close to finishing that she could taste his pre-come. But the way he fucked her mouth brutally prolonged his pleasure at her expense.

Cunningham started to laugh. “So you see, Elle, we don’t need belts or rulers to punish you.”

Nolan pulled out, allowing Elle to speak. “Yes, sir. But please—” Nolan drove back into her. This time, the men shoved her forward, forcing her to meet Nolan’s measured thrusts. He pumped his cock hard, then buried himself in her mouth and groaned as he unloaded everything he had into her.

When he was done, Elle sat back on her heels, waiting. Cunningham had said that she’d have to get them hard again, so she wasn’t surprised when Jonathan advanced, already semi-erect, into her mouth. Elle secretly loved sucking them like that. Their cocks, usually so proud and demanding, were gentle. Even when Jonathan pressed in so that his curly, blondish hair tickled her lips, Elle had no trouble breathing.