Holiday Loves
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“I told you,” she whispered against my lips, her forehead tight to mine. “I’d find a way to have you.”
I groaned as her tongue flicked out to trace my lips. Fisting a hand in the back of her short curls, I tugged her closer and plundered her mouth.
Cazzo, she tasted like heaven on my tongue. Fire erupted between us, ravaging my system so that all I could feel was the heat of her like flickering flames in my hands. So, I was startled when I felt her shift in my lap, tipping her hips back and her ass up.
I forced my heavy lids open as she ducked her head to work her lips over my left ear and neck. Adam was behind her on his knees in the vast well between the L-shaped seats. He held my eyes as he flipped over her skirt then ruthlessly tore off her panties, wrenching a gasp from her.
His green eyes then lowered to the sight between her spread thighs and he groaned, “She’s already drenched for you.”
I tipped my head back as I groaned at his words, at the feeling of Savvy’s little teeth digging into the apex of my shoulder and neck.
“Still, based on the size of the bulge you’ve got straining against your trousers, I’d better get her stretched and ready for your big cock,” Adam muttered, distracted by the sight of him sinking what he showed me was three fingers deep into Savvy.
She moaned loudly and shuddered in my arms. I lifted her under her armpits so I could suck at her braless breasts under the silk of her dress and felt her next moan vibrate against my mouth.
I jerked again when I felt a big hand palm my straining erection but Adam’s words, muffled by Savvy’s wet folds, kept me still. “Let me get this cock inside her pussy.”
My balls were already drawn tight, the base of my spine tingling with pins and needles. I wanted to come now and I wasn’t even inside her. I hissed as Adam undid my belt and trousers then reached under the fabric to wrap hot, thick fingers tight around my shaft.
“Yeah,” he rumbled against the inside of Savvy’s thigh, and I knew he was staring at my cock in his hand as he gave it a few hard, twisting, perfect pulls. “Savannah sweetheart, you’re going to love him filling up your little pussy.”
“Yes,” Savvy whimpered against my neck as I felt him run my flared head up and down her soaking wet slit. Her juices ran down my length, leveling a trail that cooled quickly then was replaced, shockingly, with the wide, wet press of a tongue licking up the spillage.
Adam groaned against my shaft then tipped it farther back under Savvy so he could loudly slurp up her wetness and my precum from the tip. “Bloody delicious.”
“Merda,” I groaned at the searing heat of his mouth on me, of knowing Adam fucking Meyers was on his knees with his tongue on my cock and his hand on my shaft ready to sink his wife onto my cock so she could fuck me and he could watch. I strained to keep from thrusting in his hands as he deftly rolled a condom down my shaft but his deep chuckle made me aware he knew how much I was enjoying his touch.
“Be a good girl and take him all, Savvy,” he ordered and a second later, he placed my tip at her entrance, grasped her hips and forced her down until I was balls deep in her clutching heat.
Both Savannah and I groaned into each other’s mouths as we kissed. She sat on my dick, adjusting to the stretch and burn for a long moment before she started to roll her hips.
I held her hair away from both sides of her face and ran my nose down hers before I looked into her eyes and said, “Mozzafiato.”
“Too good to be true,” she repeated back the words we’d spoken when we’d first played that night in the car.
My eyes went to Adam who came up on the seat beside us, his trousers undone and pushed down so that his cock was exposed and framed by his pumping fist. I couldn’t help the near fucking whimper that squeezed from my suddenly tight throat as I took in the sheer length and width of him. He was so big, bigger even than me, that I couldn’t comprehend that massive cock in Savvy’s tiny, clutching cunt.
Adam chuckled that deep, smoky laugh and responded to the wild surprise in my gaze. “She struggles, Sebastian, just like she’s doing now on your nice, thick cock. But that’s half the fun, isn’t it?” He cocked his head, shuffled closer on his knees and jutted his cock through his fist up at me. “Do you like it?”
I’d never thought about a man like that.
I grew up deep in the heart of machoism territory, a place where homophobia was as glorified as its Lamborghinis and Ferragamo. A place where a man was only a man if he had a wife and at least two other women on the side, probably with a brood by each.
There were a lot of good things about my homeland, open-mindedness was not one of them.
So, obviously, I’d never thought of a man like that.
But Savvy’s pussy a wet velvet clasp around my cock, her sweet tits bouncing as she used me to get off, the sight of that thick, swollen cock with its smear of precum at the tip made my mouth water.
All I had to do was lean forward an inch closer to her husband jerking off beside us, and I could taste that cum on my tongue.
Adam spread his legs farther apart and thrust his hips into his tight fist, fucking himself hard. I wondered errantly, shockingly, what it might feel like to have him fuck me that hard.
“So hungry for it,” Adam rasped out as he stared at the arousal starkly written on my face.
I groaned painfully as he swiped his thumb over that wet pearl at his tip and then raised it in offering for my lips. My gaze cut to his and found his green eyes blazing neon bright.
“Taste it,” he ordered.
And even though I hadn’t obeyed an order from a man in any capacity outside of the theatre since before I could remember, because I couldn’t trust my father or any of the made men that invaded my life as a youth, I wanted to obey Adam. In fact, I felt an answering softness at the base of my normally titanium spine that whispered I would submit to most anything he willed me to do.
So, it was easy to lean forward, eyes fused to his, to take that cum coated thumb in my mouth and swirl my tongue hard over the ocean brine taste of him. We groaned simultaneously, me at the shockingly delicious flavor of him, and he at the sight of me with Savvy bouncing on my cock and me sucking away salaciously at his flesh.
“So bloody hot,” he praised me, pulling his wet thumb out of my mouth and tracing it over my lips before he brought his hand down to cup and squeeze his balls.
He stared at me, not his wife, as he pumped his hips and he didn’t close his eyes as he muttered, “Going to finish on you.”
Savannah panted in agreement as she ground down hard on my cock and I knew that she was close to coming all over me.
So, apparently, was her husband. Because thirty seconds later, his drives grew erratic and he fell forward, one hand searing hot on my shoulder so he could brace himself as he pumped his cum all over my chest.
Savvy gasped loudly, smeared her pebbled nipples in his semen coating my torso, and came hard, sloshing wetly up and down my rock-hard dick.
My orgasm came last, but it was brutal. It ripped my breath from the fabric of my lungs and rattled my spine like a rabid dog so that I was lunging manically into Savvy’s still clutching pussy and panting hotly this close to Adam’s hovering mouth as he stared down at his handwork drying on my chest.
I closed my eyes and collapsed against the back seat with a low groan of completion that had Savvy laughing lightly in my ear and Adam chuckling.
“Good, isn’t it?” she purred, arching into my hand as I ran it down her damp spine.
“Magnifico,” I murmured because I didn’t have the strength to do anything else.
Adam chuckled again and I felt the sound in my groin. “We agree. So, Sebastian, we have a bit of a proposition for you.”
My fog of sexual satisfaction parted as anxiety cut through it. “Mhmm?”
“Don’t look so frightened,” Savannah said, pressing a hand to my cheek so that I would look into her soft blue eyes. “When I told you I wanted you, I didn’t just mean your gorgeous body. I want
to know you.”
My eyes darted over to her husband who had tucked his softening cock back into his pants. I found myself oddly disappointed by it.
He smiled reassuringly. “As you’re aware, I have a certain degree of notoriety. I’m happily married, but I’m also seriously bisexual. Savannah and I have been looking for someone like you for a long time.”
“Someone like me?”
“Someone to join us, covertly,” Savannah clarified.
“In bed,” I confirmed.
“In our lives,” Adam corrected. “We want to have a relationship with you, Sebastian. Preferably, you’d move in with us to cut down on the messiness of matching schedules and sneaking around. We’d say you were our new butler, but really, you’d share our bed and our lives. And we want to find the right people to produce your screenplay, it’s brilliant and we believe in it, in you.”
I swallowed thickly, staring back and forth between them. The ground beneath me was quaking, tectonic plates perched on the edge of each other, about to change forever the shape of my future.
“Why me?”
Surprisingly, it was Adam who answered and he did after leaning in to take my other cheek in his palm so that I was framed by them both. “Because sometimes you meet someone and the magnetic force at the heart of them connects with the force at the center of yours. Inexplicably, irreversibly. We aren’t stupid enough to let a man like you fall through our fingers. I promise this isn’t some ruse or game, Sebastian. We want to take care of you and make you happy because we know in a way that’s elemental that you’re going to do the same for us.” He paused then moved closer until his full lips skimmed my own with each movement of his mouth. “Say yes.”
These two beautiful, wealthy people were asking me to exchange my hovel for a mansion, my lack of job security for a life of luxury, and my deep horrifying loneliness for the highest caliber of company I ever could have dreamed of. It seemed too good to be true. But looking at Savannah, her soft, childlike blue eyes wide with sincerity, feeling the connection to her I’d felt since the beginning, I trusted her to take care with me.
Turning my gaze, I blinked at Adam, noted the gorgeous tangle of his long, thick eyelashes over those forest floor green eyes and I was both surprised and not surprised that the answer that bubbled up my throat to irrevocably change the course of my life was, “Yes.”
The End
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I hate waking up to an empty bed.
Scratch that.
I hate waking up without my wife. I draw that distinction because there was a time when I loved stretching from one corner of a California king to the other. After growing up in tiny, cramped spaces—which were sometimes shared with various family members, depending on their “situation” at the time—when I had my own space, my own bed, I luxuriated in it. But it only took sleeping with Bristol once to make any bed she’s not in feel just . . . empty.
It isn’t even light outside yet. Shadows cloak our bedroom. I press the little light on the cheap ass watch Bristol won for me so many years ago. This thing has been to the shop a lot, but it’s still ticking enough to show me it’s four in the morning. I’ve only been asleep two hours after a long night at the studio.
With the drapes drawn, barely a sliver of moonlight penetrates the darkness. I caress the rumpled, still-warm spot where Bristol should be and stare up at the ceiling. What my eyes can’t see, my memory paints on the dark canvas overhead. A Ferris wheel with us at the top sharing our first kiss, Bristol’s short, sweet breaths and urgent hands intoxicating me. I see Bristol, gorgeous against a backdrop of scarlet sand in the Dubai desert. Bristol under a night sky spilling snowflakes like secrets, and me on my knees, asking her—shit, begging her—to marry me. I see her standing in a mountaintop chapel with majestic, white-capped peaks outdone by the devotion shining from her eyes as I lay my heart at her feet, verse by verse in the vows I wrote for her. I see her weeping, broken, devastated on the hardest day of our lives. And I see her joy-lit face when she gave birth to our children
Our life together is panoramic, stretched wide in ugliness and pain, vast in love and passion. I wouldn’t trade one minute of it and I savor every day we have together. Not everyone gets to spend this life with their soul mate. Some walk all their days with half a heart, with the ache of something missing. I know what that feels like, and I hope to never feel it again.
Despite the exhaustion weighing me down, I swing my legs over the side of the bed, scrubbing a weary hand over my face. Not bothering to grab sweatpants, I walk from our bedroom and down the hall in my briefs. First stop is Nina’s room. Our little girl sleeps like a log. She zips all over this house with boundless energy, a two-year-old tornado, leaving a trail of toys, soiled clothes, and hair bows in her wake. Every night it’s a fight to get her to bed. Once she’s asleep, though, not a peep.
Her nightlight illuminates the plump curve of her cheeks and the soft cloud of dark, curly hair fanned out on her pillow. I draw a sharp breath through the emotion tightening my chest. What I had with Bristol was all-encompassing before, but having Nina added another dimension to our love, to our lives, that I couldn’t have conceived before my daughter. Words are my creative currency, but this feeling defies words, goes beyond the scope of what I can articulate. It didn’t exist until this little girl did. It was born with her. Family has always been important to me, but this is another level. The people under this roof are my whole world. Not the Grammys or the fame or the money—none of it counts for shit without them.
I’m still smiling about my daughter’s out-like-a-light state when I pad down the hall to find Bristol. She’s in the nursery feeding our five-month-old son Martin. I hope I never get used to this, to the way my heart contracts when I see her breast
feeding. Or cooking dinner. Doing Nina’s hair. Brushing her teeth. Putting on makeup. Practicing yoga poses. Bristol doesn’t have to be doing anything monumental to make my heart stop. Just the fact that she’s in my life, the center of my world, makes me count my blessings.
She looks up from her seat in the glider and smiles at me as I lean one shoulder against the doorframe.
“Hi,” she says, her voice and eyes warm and soft. I smile back but don’t speak. I just take her in. She recently cut her hair to just above her shoulders, and it halos around her face in dark waves and coppery streaks. Martin has fallen asleep at her breast, idly suckling every few seconds even though he isn’t awake to enjoy it.
But I’m enjoying it.
Bris wore one of my shirts to bed, which she does on purpose because she knows how damn sexy I think it is. The buttons open to her navel, and one panel of the shirt covers her left side, but the other falls away to bare her right shoulder and breast where Martin’s lucky little mouth wraps around a nipple.
“Hi,” I finally reply, my voice a little hoarse and my dick stiff in my briefs.
“I tried to stay awake,” she whispers. “But I was too tired. How’d the recording session go?”
“Not great.” I push out a frustrated breath. “Everything feels forced.”
I walk deeper into the room until I reach them, bending to take Martin from her, careful not to wake him. Her nipple, distended, shiny and wet, pops from his mouth. I lean down to her ear, sucking the lobe between my lips.