His: MMF Bisexual Holiday Romance

by Chloe Lynn Ellis

  I tug Ginny’s hips up so that she’s kneeling above my cock, perched with the head of me at her slick, waiting entrance, and I hold her there, preventing her from sinking down onto me. She groans in frustration, a noise that makes it incredibly difficult not to merely plunge myself into her. But I want this to go a certain way, I want her to feel Aiden and I fill her up at the same time, to overload her beautiful body with pleasure, to connect all three of us the best way possible.

  I pass Aiden the bottle of lube, my hands returning to Ginny’s gorgeous, curvy ass so I can hold her open as Luke prepares her. She gasps at the sensation of cold lubricant, whimpering with need as Aiden begins to tease her ass, his fingers moving tantalizingly slowly. She’s trembling in my hands, her breath sharp and shallow, her cheeks and breasts flush. I nip at her throat, and she moans, then gasps as I watch Aiden sink his finger fully into her ass. I watch over her shoulder as he teases her, slow circular motions to make her ready.

  “You love this, don’t you?” I say to her softly in the growl that I know she loves. “You love that you’re going to take him in your ass at the same time as I fuck you.” Her breath catches, and she looks into my eyes, her pupils dilated wide with desire. “I want to watch your face while we both fuck you, Virginia,” I tell her. “I want to see your face as you come around both of our cocks, I want to see your face when we both fill you up with our cum.”

  “Jesus, Luke,” she hisses, her eyes fluttering shut. “How do you talk like that?”

  Aiden meets my eyes over her shoulder and I nod. His hand withdraws, then returns, and Ginny squeaks as he presses a second finger into her ass, that same slow, twisting motion. It’s becoming almost impossible to stay out of her; I’d love to tease her for as long as possible, but I don’t think that’s going to be very long today.

  I watch as Aiden slicks his hard length with lube, withdrawing his fingers and placing the head of his cock at her ass. He looks at me expectantly, and my heart pounds.

  “Ready?” I asked them both. His response is a sexy smile that makes me feel sweet flutters in my chest, dancing along with the hot lust running through my blood; hers is a nervous but clearly excited nod. “Now,” I tell Aiden.

  Moving together, we take hold of Ginny’s hips and pull her onto our hard cocks, filling her with a single smooth, sure motion that makes her wail. She gasps, her eyes going wide, and her fingers dig into my shoulders. With both of us inside her, she’s impossibly tight, and the feeling of her without barriers is the definition of exquisite. Slowly at first, then faster, we move together, rocking together in perfect, connected pleasure. Ginny’s soft body wrapped around me, pressed against me; Aiden’s lips on mine, on Ginny’s neck, my hand in his hair; it’s all impossibly perfect. This is bliss, this is—this is—this is more than I can take for very long. I can already feel my balls tightening, can already feel the hot, tight feeling of an impending climax rapidly coiling within me. One look at Ginny’s face, at Aiden’s, tells me they’re right there with me. We’re all so agonizingly close.

  “Don’t hold back,” I pant. “Give me everything you have, come for me!”

  Ginny squeezes her eyes shut and leans back against Aiden’s chest, wailing in ecstasy with his every thrust. My own movements get erratic as I feel her tighten around me, feel the rush of heat as something inside of her finally lets go.

  I gasp. She’s perfect, my Ginny. So perfect for me.

  Her entire body shudders, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sobs out her climax, and a split-second later, Aiden buries his face against her shoulder, letting out a long, low moan that tells me just how good it is for him, too.

  I can feel him thrust deep, one final time, and then he holds himself there, and the feel of him shuddering inside Ginny—the sensation passing right through the thin membrane that separates us—is my undoing.

  It sends me over the edge.

  I want to say something, to tell them both how utterly perfect they are, but I can’t find words anymore; pleasure is exploding within me, and I’m emptying myself into Ginny, thrusting over and over as my climax roars through me.

  It’s the hardest I’ve ever come; the most perfect orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Not just my body, but my heart.

  For a long moment we stay like that, holding each other in the haze of afterglow, both Aiden and I still inside of Ginny. And then there are kisses and soft laughter as we extricate ourselves and reach for the towels and water on the nightstand.

  I run my hands soothingly over both Aiden and Ginny’s bodies, savoring the differences in their gorgeous forms. “You’re both perfect,” I say, my throat tight. “I’m so proud to have you both belong to me, so incredibly happy.” And then, with them both in my arms, I take a deep breath and I tell them what I’ve been dying to say this whole time. “I love you both, so much.”

  Ginny looks up at me, her smile dazzling. “I love you too, boys,” she says, laying her head on my chest and cupping Aiden’s cheek with her hand. “Like crazy, and it’s just… it’s amazing.”

  “Same,” Aiden croaks, then shakes his head with a laugh. “I feel the same way,” he says. “I didn’t think I’d have anyone, ever again, and now you’re both in my life. I love you both, so much.”

  The knot of fear in my chest loosens, flowing apart like smoke. We’re together, we love each other, this is our life.

  It’s Christmas, and I have never felt so complete, so right.

  Epilogue

  Ginny, Christmas—One Year Later

  The world is glowing tonight—from the penthouse window, I can see Boston lit up like something from a fairytale, glittering and warm despite the falling snow swirling outside. It’s bright and beautiful.

  I love it.

  If you had told me a year ago that I would be excited for Christmas, full of the warmth and love and joy of the season, I would have smiled and shaken my head, convinced you were dreaming. A sweet dream, but totally unreal all the same. I was so wrapped up in my pain, in my grief, that I couldn’t see a future like that, a future where I was loved and warm and safe.

  But now? After months of living together with Luke and Aiden, months of transforming Luke’s Spartan apartment into a home for all of us, of mind-blowing sex and sweet, delicious snuggles, and the deepest sense of safety and security that I’ve ever known, the dream that once seemed impossible is now my daily reality.

  Aiden, his apron streaked with flour from making Christmas cookies, walks over to where I stand at the window. He presses a mug of mulled red wine into my hands, wrapping his long, muscular arms around me as I wrap my fingers around the steaming mug. He rests his chin on the top of my head, pulling me close against his broad chest. “What’cha thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”

  I crane my neck to look up at him. Even after a year, each time I look at him, it’s like seeing him for the first time; I always find something new, something wonderful. There’s a streak of flour along his jaw where he must have rubbed his chin while thinking, and he smells like vanilla and sugar.

  “Just thinking about this past year,” I tell him with a smile. It’s been a whirlwind, for all of us. Tucker’s bosses canned him the week after Christmas, and as the waitress who had been there the longest, I ended up manager. I actually love working at Verve now; with Tucker gone, the gals and I run a tight ship and have fun doing it. Aiden is back in school, taking courses online; Luke and I helped him fill out scholarship applications, and Luke helps where that funding runs thin. And Luke himself… well, he’s kicking ass at work, but that’s a given. What really matters is that Luke smiles more, he relaxes more. The apartment is our home now, decorated by all three of us, a space that reflects us and our love. It’s everything I could possibly dream of.

  “It’s been amazing,” Aiden says, snuggling me against his chest. “Luke should be home soon.”

  “Speak of the devil,” I say as the front door opens, and Luke walks in, tapping snow off his boots. Aiden and I wrap him up in a hug, teasing
him about how cold he is and making a big production of warming his hands in ours and giving him his welcome home kisses.

  He kisses each of us deeply in turn, and my heart soars just like it did at the beginning; I dreamed about finding love like this for so long, of finding “a” man who was everything. Who was just like Aiden, but just like, Luke, too.

  I thought it was just a dream, though. I never imagined I could actually have it all, and that having it in the form of two of them would be better than anything I’d hoped for.

  Every day with them is truly like a dream come true now.

  “Are we ready for presents?” Luke asks us, smiling.

  “Yes!” I squeal, darting toward the tree, and Aiden and Luke both laugh.

  “Wait,” Luke says as I moved to grab one of my gifts for him. His expression is gentle, caring, and my heart flutters. “Let me go first.”

  He reaches under the tree’s boughs and pulls out two small, gold papered boxes. He passes one to each of us, and Aiden and I exchange a look.

  The air feels electric, like something is about to happen. Slowly, carefully, we open our presents. I gasp at the same time Aiden sucks in a breath, and our eyes meet. He looks as shocked as I feel.

  Luke looks at us, appearing uncertain. It’s the first time that I’ve ever seen him that way.

  “Do you like them?” he asks us.

  But how could he doubt it?

  “I can’t believe you actually found something like this,” Aiden answers him softly, and I can only nod as my eyes fill up with happy tears.

  Nestled in each box is a ring, three strands of metal interwoven in complex, elegant loops and knots: one strand of yellow gold, one of rose gold, and one of white gold.

  “It’s us,” Luke says simply, his voice is thick with emotion as the uncertainty leaves his face. He smiles, taking our hands, kissing each in turn. “I love you both, with all my heart,” he says, his blue eyes warm as they capture ours. “I can’t imagine my life without you—without either of you—and I want us to be forever.”

  It’s one thing to know that I belong to Luke, that Aiden and I both do, but it’s another thing entirely to have such a tangible symbol of our love. My throat closes and my heart fills. Overflowing.

  I have no words.

  Luke gathers me and Aiden into a hug, kissing each of us gently, then he puts the ring on my hand, slipping the other one onto Aiden’s finger right after.

  “This way, you’ll always know you’re mine,” he says to both of us. He dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a third ring, a perfect match to the other two, and slips it onto his own hand, smiling. “And I’m yours. Both of yours. Forever.”

  Aiden has tears in his eyes, and Luke is glowing, and me? I brush my finger over the intricate band. It’s the greatest Christmas present I could ever have dreamed of.

  The ring. But, more than that…

  Being his.

  Forever.

  END

  About the Author

  Once upon a time, there were two authors who loved writing steamy love stories. Between them, they had published a fair number of books (more than eighty, less than a hundred… but really, who’s counting?) in a variety of genres (M/M contemporary romance, M/F paranormal romance, mpreg, and lots of hot and dirty erotica with all the “M” and “F” combinations a reader could wish for) but, sadly, neither author felt that their writing accomplishments were complete.

  Then, one day, fate smiled on these two.

  They found each other, became fast friends, and eventually decided that trying their hand at MMF romance was an adventure best done balls out, feet first, and most of all… together.

  And thus, the writing team that is Chloe Lynn Ellis was born.

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