Hot for the Holidays (21 Holiday Short Stories): A Collection of Naughty and Nice Holiday Romances

by Anthology

  "Bend over."

  Leaning forward, I rested my hands on the edge of the bed. Haas slid his fingers through the sides of my thong and slowly dragged them down my legs, his lips following the lace fabric and tickling my skin. I was panting; it felt like I would explode the second he touched my core.

  Haas knelt behind me and brought his lips to my pussy. "Fucking perfect cunt. My fucking cunt …" His tongue stroked every crevice before he began lightly sucking on my clit, playing with my barbell as he used my arousal to massage my other opening with his finger.

  "Oh, God." I moaned. He knew exactly how my body worked. "Please, baby, I’m right there." I didn’t care that my ass was in the air or the fact that if anyone walked in they would have seen Peyton face buried in my pussy. None of that mattered.

  Haas pulled away from my clit and bit down on the fleshy skin of my butt cheek. "Greedy little cunt," he growled and slapped his hand over where he had bitten. I cried out with pain. The need for a release was unbearable. I moved my hand to rub my clit when Haas slapped my ass again. "I’m going to make you come, Lynn. If you touch your clit, I will tie your hands."

  He massaged my ass before moving his fingers to my core and pushing two fingers deep inside of me. His thumb pressed on my clit as he drove his fingers in and out. "I feel you tightening around my fingers," he muttered. His other hand held my lower back in place. "Greedy little cunt. You want to come? Come for me."

  I cried out and came apart in his hands, losing my breath and my sense of feeling as I moaned under his touch. Haas pulled his hands out of my core and my rubbed my clit as I rode my high. He held me in place until the tremors of the aftershock stopped. I rested my head on the cool comforter as I tried to catch my breath. His zipper rasped as it lowered and his pants hit the thick carpet behind me. Haas ran his hands over my ass.

  "Are you going to deny me sex again?"

  "No," I whispered.

  "I know how to make you squeal with pleasure. Why did you say no, love?" He spread my legs so that his cock rubbed along my lips, coating his head with my arousal before entering my core.

  "I’m sorry," I cried. "Oh God, I’ll never say no again." I bellowed as he began to move. I was sore and tight from my orgasm, but I didn’t care. He was right—I was greedy and wanted more. Inhaling deeply, I took him and all that he gave me.

  He laced his hand around my body and pulled me up towards him. His teeth bit down on my earlobe before he whispered; "I should fuck you into oblivion for making me wait all day."

  Haas pulled my face toward him and his perfectly defined lips pressed against mine; he tasted like my arousal and scotch. Breaking the kiss, he brought his hands to my nipples. "You want everyone to know what we’re doing up here?"

  He grunted and began to pick up the pace. I pushed back on his cock, my body opening for him, his thickness filling me. His nails gripped my skin, and his lips pressed on my neck as he pushed farther into me. I begged for more, screaming for him to fuck me harder. Haas nudged my head down to the bed, and his hands slapped my ass as his dick opened me wider, each thrust bringing me closer to a climax.

  "Fuck . . ."

  Reaching behind me, I gripped his thighs, needing to hold on to him as I prepared for my imminent release. Haas let go of my hips and wrapped his hands around my wrists, thrusting deep. My toes curled as the tingles crawled over my skin. Loud, untamed gasps and the slap of his balls against my flesh were the only sounds that could be heard. Anyone walking by would hear us, but I didn’t care—I screamed louder.

  "God, you’re so fucking wet," Peyton grunted, thrusting deeper, harder, and faster. "So fucking tight."

  He pushed deeper, stoking the blaze within me. My inner walls tightened and I held my breath, savoring every heady moment. I was coming. Oh God, was I coming. I bit on the comforter as another wave hit and an incredible orgasm crashed over me.

  My body trembled as my body came around his cock. Haas drove farther, deeper, and faster with each thrust. He sunk deep into me one last time and pulled out. "Turn around."

  My body was weak, but my core wanted every last bit of him. I rolled over on the bed and Haas positioned his hard cock in my center. My arousal coated his long shaft. "Hold on to my neck." He cupped my ass and lifted me up so he was standing, pounding into me over and over again. My walls hugged his as I called out his name.

  Haas carried me to the other side of the room and gently placed me on top of the desk. He held my legs by my ankles and drove in deep. "Haas …" I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my hands tugging on my nipples.

  "Fuck, Braelynn," he grunted, "You’re my queen, doll. My world." He brought my leg to his lips and kissed my shin.

  "Don’t stop," I begged. "Please don’t stop. I’m almost there." He didn’t stop until my body began to shake again from another orgasm.

  "Have you had enough?" He asked. I knew the look he had in his eyes; he wasn’t done. He needed more.

  And I was willing to give him every last bit of me.

  Haas pulled away from me and went to sit on the chair. His shirt was still covering his chest. "Come ride me, doll."

  Hopping off the table, I willed my shaky legs towards him. I climbed over his body, positioned my pussy with his dick and sank down slowly, my core tender to the touch.

  "Nice and easy." He pushed my hair to the side.

  Haas was gone.

  We weren’t going to fuck again. Peyton was going to make love to me.

  I rode him slowly as I unbuttoned his shirt and freed his chest. He wrapped his arms around my body and brought my breasts to his mouth, his tongue lapping my nipples. I threw my head back, feeling him going in and out of my body.

  "Ride it." He lifted me by my ass before slamming me down again. His hands locked around my waist, and my clit hit his pelvis every time. Between our grunts and moans, I brought us both to our release. Haas held me tightly as he came hard and pushed me over the edge.

  My head rested on his shoulder as Peyton ran his hands up my back tracing the outline of my tattoo. "Don’t you wish we were home?" he whispered. "I could carry you to bed right now."

  "Hmm…"

  "Shall we join the party?"

  "Hmm…"

  Peyton chuckled and kissed my shoulder. "Get dressed and we’ll go say goodbye. I got us a suite at the Hyatt."

  I lifted my head and brought my lips to his. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

  Peyton chuckled. "Usually after multiple orgasms, yes."

  I slapped his shoulder and climbed off his body. After we were cleaned up and dressed, we returned to the party. I knew sex was written all over my face. Taylor whistled as we passed and I buried my head into Peyton’s side.

  Oh God … Had everyone heard?

  Chapter Five

  Braelynn

  Christmas morning the sun was hiding behind the snow clouds. Fresh snow coated the floors. I stretched my hands over my head and turned to face Peyton. He was sitting up on the bed with a Christmas present on his bare stomach.

  "Morning." I smiled.

  "How did you sleep?" he asked, brushing his hands over my hair.

  "Really good. What time is it?"

  "It’s early." He picked up the gift and placed it in my hands. "I think Santa left this for you."

  I lifted off the bed and wiped the sleep off my face. "We said no gifts."

  He lifted his hands in the air. "It was Santa, I swear. He said you were a very good girl this year."

  I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you." I slowly pulled back the delicate wrapping paper, and then opened the small box. Inside was a key.

  "Did you get me a car?"

  "No." He took a pillow and placed it behind his head. "I know you want to start an organization for battered women, so I spoke with my mom. This is the key to your new office space."

  "Oh, Peyton." I leaped over the bed and hugged. "Thank you," I whispered. He had given me lavish jewels, but this was the most beautiful gift. />
  "Merry Christmas, Lynn."

  "Merry Christmas, Peyton."

  * * *

  Peyton and I got ready and headed out to Kennedy and Caleb’s for brunch. We planned to stop there for a few hours before heading home, getting our bags and then hop on a plane to the Bahamas.

  "Merry Christmas!" Kennedy sang when she opened the door.

  "Merry Christmas, baby," I said, caressing her stomach. Kennedy was seven months pregnant with a little boy

  Peyton greeted Kennedy and Caleb as I waited for the baby to kick my hands. "He usually kicks after she eats." Caleb tapped me on the shoulder to grab my attention. I smiled up at him and wished him a merry Christmas.

  "Come on, Lynnie." Kennedy poked her fingers at my sides. "I’m hungry."

  Brunch was filled with enough food to feed an army. Kennedy joked and said it was what she was craving, and Caleb gladly gave his wife everything she wanted.

  Peyton and Caleb were talking over drinks as I helped Kennedy in the kitchen. "How was Mary Ann’s party?" Kennedy asked while she slid a pie in the oven.

  "Very nice." I picked at the crudité tray. "I actually have to talk to you about Gus."

  "What do you mean?" Kennedy’s eyebrows scrunched together.

  "Spencer received an email last night—a picture of Jon with another man."

  "Oh, crap. Isn’t Gus on his way to Mexico?"

  "Yeah." My voice was low. "I tried calling him last night."

  The doorbell pulled us away from our conversation. Loren and Matt had arrived. My sister who looked very much like me with her blonde hair and slender body still used a cane to walk, but she had made a tremendous improvement. I hugged Loren tightly and greeted Matt. Last Christmas, I had spent the holiday alone in a rehab facility. This year, I was spending it with my loved ones.

  As we sat around Kennedy’s dining room table, the only person who was missing was Gus. My heart clenched, thinking about what Spencer had shown me. I still couldn’t believe this was happening to Gus. Caleb said grace and I prayed that my dear friend Gus wasn’t in too much emotional pain.

  * * *

  We said our goodbyes to Kennedy and Caleb and headed back into the city. We’d planned a week in the sun and promised one another that we would ring in the New Year naked in bed.

  That was the plan.

  But our plan vastly changed when the elevator ringed, notifying us that someone was on their way up to our penthouse. I had already wheeled my luggage out to the foyer when the elevator door slid opened and a crushed Gustavo looked over up me.

  "I didn’t know where to go," he cried, falling on his knees. Devastated, he lowered his head to his chest and sobbed. I ran towards him and wrapped my arms around his body, holding him tightly as he cried. "He was there with another man," Gus sobbed as I ran my hands up and down his back.

  "It’s okay. It’s going to be okay," I whispered. I heard Peyton’s footfalls behind me.

  "Everything okay?" he mouthed. I shook my head and he turned, giving Gus and me some much-needed privacy.

  "Gus, sweetie, let’s go sit on the couch. You can tell me what happened, okay?" I said, keeping my voice soft.

  Gus inhaled softly and stood. His loos curls covered his forehead. I followed him to the couch and sat next to him. "I’m an idiot to think Jon would ever be faithful," he cried as I pulled him close.

  "Shh. I know you’re hurt…"

  Gus wiped the tears that dripped from his face. "I’m sorry to barge in on you two like this, but I didn’t want to go home."

  "You’re not barging in. Let me go get us some ice creams and you can tell me what happened." I pushed off the couch and ran to the kitchen. Any time we need to fell better we both knew ice cream helped with that. Peyton met me with wide eyes. "I don’t think we can go on our trip," I whispered, pulling the freezer door open and grabbing two pints of Talenti.

  "What happened?"

  "Jon is cheating on him. He’s devastated. I can’t leave him alone." I walked over to the drawer and pulled out two spoons.

  "It’s okay." Peyton kissed my forehead. "I’ll call the travel agency and cancel our flights. Go be with your friend. I’ll be in my office if you need me."

  "I love you," I whispered.

  "I love you too."

  I dashed back to Gus’s side. His eyes that had been filled with life so many times in the past were flat, hard and passionless. I handed him a pint and spoon.

  "He fucking cheated." He lowered his head, choking on his own words.

  "I’m sorry."

  "He wasn’t supposed to come home until after the New Year. I figured he would be happy I showed up on Christmas morning. The surprise was on me when I knocked on his hotel room door and another fucking man opened it." Gus’s shook his head regretfully.

  "Listen, a broken heart doesn’t kill you. You will cry, and I’m not going to lie—it’s going to hurt. But you will get over this."

  Gus scooped up some ice cream on his spoon and stopped. "Wait, weren’t you and Peyton going out of town?" He moved to stand, but I held his arm. "Baby girl, I’m so sorry I showed up here."

  "Gus, it’s fine. Peyton has already changed our flights. I’m not leaving you here like this."

  "I feel like an ass. I should’ve gone home, but his stuff is all over the place."

  I reached my spoon into his pint. "Come with us?"

  "No, thank you. I don’t want to be the third wheel."

  "Gus…"

  "It’s okay. I’m going to be okay."

  "How about we make a compromise?" I placed my pint down and reached over for his hands. "Since you don’t want to come with us, how about you stay here until you get everything situated."

  "That sounds perfect." Gus averted his eyes. "I can’t go home. At least not for a while…"

  I gripped his hands tighter and gave him a kind small smile.

  Gus and I sat on the couch, eating our ice creams as we attempted to mend his broken heart. As he had done for me so many times before.

  Chapter Six

  Gus

  The day I knew I wanted to be with a man was the first time I had sex with a woman. For many years I thought there was something wrong with me. Years of Catholic school and a religious mother that dragged me to church every Sunday it was imbedded into me that a man should be with a woman. But I wasn’t built that way.

  I constantly felt ashamed for the thoughts that ran through my mind. There were nights that I would ask God for forgiveness. My body betrayed me as I imagined what it would feel to be kissed a man. I was mortified of whom I was. Most nights I thought I was an animal. The devil reincarnated.

  Growing up wasn’t easy. I tried to like girls. On occasion I had a few girlfriends. It seemed to please my mother but by the age of sixteen I found myself jerking off gay porn. It was devastating for my mother when she walked in to my room and caught me in the act. She blamed my friends, screamed that I needed God in my life and sent me to a

  Christian camp for the summer. I lost my virginity at that camp. And while I held Cathy and kissed her tenderly I wished it were her brother Ben in bed with me instead of her.

  When I chose to tell the world whom I was, I went against my own mother. I couldn’t remember the last time she had spoken to me. I was shunned from the life I had in Florida. And when I was accepted to North Western I immediately saw my escape from the hell I was living in.

  College was experimental and when I met Jon I thought I had finally found a piece of heaven. He was the only man that understood my doubts and reservation and when I fell for him I fell head over heals insanely in love. My heart could have never prepared it self for what he did to me. Cheating. It was one thing I would never forgive.

  I’d finally moved on and was getting my life together. This time around I wouldn’t settle for the first man I fell for. I would find the man that consumed me.

  * * *

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