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

by Anthology

  Chapter Three

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  Oh my God, I don’t think I’ve got this. My knees nearly buckled as my stomach cinched into a tight ball. I wiped my sweaty palms down my jeans as my heart raced.

  Pussy-brain. Find your dick, my subconscious lectured, clucking his tongue at me.

  Freaking fucker.

  Placing my hand on the knob, I inhaled a huge breath and blew it out slowly through terse lips before I peeled back the door. Casey’s huge smile greeted me; the identical smile she’d given me that first day when I’d hopped off the swing in the park and told her she could have it. She twirled a piece of the same hair that was braided down the sides of her head back then, with the same fingers that had brushed mine as I held the silver chain link so she didn’t have a hard time jumping on.

  My heart rate regulated, feeling as though it was melting through my chest. This was the love of my life standing before me. A smile spread across my face.

  Yep. I totally got this.

  "I missed you so much!" She leaped into my arms and I caught her, lifting her off the floor and dangling her down the front of my body as I took a couple small steps back and shut the door with my foot.

  "I missed you, too. Let me look at you." I set her down and cupped her face between my hands. Taking her in a moment longer, I reacquainted myself with her beautiful features. Her full cherry-red lips, her sparkling sky-blue eyes and that light brown hair that tumbled down her back. "My beauty queen." I brushed my hands down her arms and hooked my fingers into hers.

  A blush met her cheekbones and she dragged the corner of her lip between her teeth, with a small smile. "I can’t believe you’re really in front of me."

  "Believe it, babe. Since you’re leaving me to go back to school again, we only have this break to be together for a while, so you bet your pretty little nose I’m gonna make every second count." I bounced my pointer finger off her button nose. She puckered, squeezing her eyes shut like she had the first time I told her I wanted to kiss her when we were ten. And a half.

  Only this time, I wouldn’t kiss her like a ten year old.

  I took her cheeks in my hands and licked my lips, feeling the pull to claim this girl deep in my groin. I nudged her nose with my own so she’d relax her lips and she opened her eyes right before I swiped my tongue along the seam of her mouth. A low growl reverberated from my chest as her familiar taste met my tongue. She always tasted sweet, her mouth always inviting me in. With a slight smile, she parted her lips, tilting her head and I dipped my tongue in to have a piece of what I’d been craving all this time. I’d never get enough of this girl for as long as I lived.

  I kissed her until I was breathless.

  I kissed her for all of the weeks I had missed her.

  And I kissed her for all of the years I wanted to spend with her in the future.

  Maybe I was beyond my years, but I’d never craved playing the field. All I’d ever wanted was her. And I couldn’t wait until she knew I was ready to make it even more official.

  She mewed into my mouth and I tightened my grip on her waist, dipping my fingertips into the waistband of her jeans to play with the crest of her ass. "I want you, baby. Can I have you?" I extended my middle finger between the crevice and palmed a cheek.

  She gasped, sucking the air from my mouth as I licked into hers. I’d never touched her there before, but I wanted to make her feel as good as I could while she was home; to have as much as she needed to supply her for our time apart once she inevitably left me again. Extending my finger a little bit further, I ground my erection into her, seeking approval.

  "God, yes, baby. I couldn’t wait to have your hands on me." She brushed her fingers along the bottom of my spine and then dragged her nails up its length, sending a shiver racing from the bottom of my balls to the base of my neck. I growled and bit her lip before sucking it into my mouth. I needed her.

  Now.

  With one arm wrapped around her tiny waist, I picked her up and walked her to my bedroom, licking into her mouth and breathing hard at the thought of what I wanted to do to her. I set her on the bed and admired her panting form. She squirmed, dragging her bottom lip into her mouth and looking at me through hooded, fuck-me eyes. With a moan, she fisted the hem of her little pink sweater and yanked it up, squeezing her thighs together and dragging her hands up her torso to cup a breast. My dick hardened to the point of pain and I was blinded by the need to bury it so deep inside her, she wouldn’t be able to tell where she ended and I began.

  But I was starved for her for so long, I wanted to live out my fantasies—take my time.

  I had my shirt up and over my head in one swift motion, and then I popped the button of my jeans, slowly lowering my zipper to rid myself of the tight confines that were causing me so much discomfort. Her mouth opened, displaying the beautiful O of her cherry-red lips and I longed to slide my cock into it—feel the silky moisture of her tongue glide along the strained undercarriage. That thought sent another shiver racing up my spine.

  I dropped my pants, then climbed on the bed to meet the love of my life. Crawling up the length of her, I stared into her hungry eyes, silently promising to deliver the release she desperately needed. I licked at the exposed skin at the waistband of her jeans, needing to taste her in any way that I could. A ripple of bumps erupted along the slick path and I smiled, loving how she responded to me.

  Discarding her pants in a heap on the floor, I wasted no time moving up the smooth curves of her toned body. Kissing, licking, sucking, caressing and clawing, I dug my nails into the flesh of her thighs and then raked my fingers up her ribs, taking her cable knit sweater with me. My eyes roamed the masterpiece of her as I drew it over her head, leaving her in only a thong and bra. I pulled the silk aside, propping up her breasts even higher and exposing her tight perky nipples, which were practically begging me to suck them raw. I couldn’t wait to take her swollen tits into my mouth.

  "I’ve missed your lips on me." She gripped my hair, holding me to her as I laved my tongue in a figure eight shape around the tightened bud and then sucked it greedily into my mouth while pulling on the other one. Her chest rose and fell, panting with the weight of her arousal as she tried desperately to ground herself into me.

  My dick throbbed, but I wasn’t done savoring her. I braced her back on the pillows against the headboard and spread her thighs, holding them apart and dragging my thumbs along the thin panties covering her sex. She was soaked with lust and my mouth watered knowing what she wanted. The image of her propped open for me, her tits trussed up to her throat and her dark hair tumbling down around them, sent an animalistic need barreling through me. I needed to have this girl in every way that I could.

  "I’ve missed more than just your lips."

  I used one thumb to move her panties aside and dragged the other between her folds. Her eyes rolled behind her head and she dropped her head back, letting herself enjoy everything I was going to do to her. A perky pink bud greeted me at the top of her slick opening and I flicked my tongue out to take a taste before drawing it into my mouth. I loved this taste; the nectar belonging to my girl that was only mine. I licked circles around it and then dipped my tongue into her channel, needing to drink as much of her as I could. Replacing my tongue with my finger, I ran my mouth along the bare lips of her pussy and pushed harder and harder with one finger then two.

  I pulled my head back to relish in the sight of my fingers plunging inside her when my gaze fell to the tight pink rim below it. Leaving the warmth of her pussy, I used her juices to moisten the smaller hole beneath it, wondering if she’d like to feel me there. I tested her, just barely poking through the barrier with my fingertip. "Too much, baby?" Exploring her tight opening, I watched for her reaction.

  Searching for her pleasure, she ground into me in invitation. "Keep going," she moaned.

  With a smile, I lowered my mouth back to her clit and lapped at it while I pushed my finger deeper inside her virgin hole.


  "Oh my God, yes."

  A groan like I’d never heard before ripped from her throat and she brought her hands up to pull on her nipples, gyrating and panting as I picked up the pace and fingered her ass, twisting my finger and curving it inside before dragging it back out. The pleasure I was giving her was fueling a need inside me so desperate, I didn’t know how long I could wait. Her mouth hung open and the need to slide my dick inside was too much to bear.

  She whimpered when I left her sex and started licking up her torso, dragging my cock along her legs and belly. The head of it poked from my boxer briefs and she looked down, licking her lips and cupping my balls with one hand while fingering the dab of semen at the slit of its swollen head. Her hands came around to grab my ass, pulling me up to her mouth and sucking the head of my dick through my boxers before moving them aside with her teeth and shoving me down her throat. Her nails bit into the hardness of my ass and I pumped into her mouth, caressing the back of her head and looking down at her beautiful face as my cock disappeared into it. So warm, so soft.

  But I didn’t want to come this way.

  I pulsed into her a few more times, feeling my balls tighten and then I forced myself to pull out. She rushed to remove her panties as I did the same with my boxers and then I grabbed her under her knees and pulled her toward me in one motion, impaling her with my dick. I stilled, feeling her clench around me and acclimated myself inside her. Finding her eyes, I gave her a soft smile before lowering myself to kiss her lips as I began to move.

  We rocked in tandem, slowly, gently, building until I felt the walls of her pussy clamp in need. I cupped her hip to allow myself the best position to grind my hips into her clit and then I quickened my strides, rubbing the walls of her pussy as they pulsed around my dick, sucking it in the way that they did. I knew she was right there and I couldn’t wait to come together. I pushed my thumb into her mouth and she lapped at it as though she was starved, knowing what I was about to do and then I rubbed it on the tight little ball at the top of her pussy.

  A sound fell from her that was part whimper, part squeak as she hit her climax, a noise so inherently her that just hearing it brought me to mine. Stars exploded behind my eyes as I rocked into my girl, both of us shaking and panting, our slick bodies sliding and fueled with a love of a lifetime. The feeling of her breaking apart around me was euphoric. I removed my hand and wrapped my forearm around her neck, pulling her to me as I finished. The sting of her teeth bit into my shoulder as she squeaked a sigh once more, her nails digging into my back as the last drop of my lust spilled into her.

  I collapsed on top of her panting torso, sucking at the skin of her neck and loving the salty sweet taste of her. Even if I got to do this every day for the rest of my life, I’d never get my fill of this woman.

  Chapter Four

  Throwing her arms above her head, Casey stretched like a kitten beside me, her tits pointing to the ceiling as her French manicured toes wiggled. "Well, I feel a helluva lot better." She rolled onto her side and propped up on one arm. "I missed you, Brayden."

  My gaze immediately trailed to her bountiful chest as it dangled in front of me like a tantalizing fruit. Then, I met her eyes. "I missed you more. You may want to cover up or I won’t be accountable for him." I nodded toward my semi-hard dick that couldn’t help but lust for another round inside that tight little body of hers.

  She smirked. "I love that you can just keep going and going." She trailed her fingernail along the undercarriage of my cock. "And for your information, so can I. You don’t scare me."

  I grunted, my dick soaring to life at the prospect as I moved in to dry hump her like the horny little dog she always turned me into. "Behave." I dug my fingers into her ass, squeezing. "I want to take you out somewhere. You told your parents you were staying here tonight, right?"

  "Yep. We went to lunch before I came here, so I’m all yours for as long as you want."

  Her smile held so much promise, I almost felt like she knew my intentions for this week. A sheen of sweat broke out on my brow as my nerves got the better of me again, but I pushed those fuckers aside and rolled on top of her. I cradled her head and recited our famous line. "What if I wanted you forever?"

  Licking her lips, she dragged her nails up my back. "What if I wanted you forever?" she repeated as she always did.

  A lump built in my throat and I smiled, unable to voice to her how close she was to the possibility of that becoming a reality. All I could do was stare down at her, taking her in and relishing in the fact that she was back in my bed. Casey’s stomach growled and my gaze followed.

  "I thought you ate lunch."

  "I did, but I skipped dessert. We’re still making a gingerbread house, aren’t we?"

  Ah, our little tradition. We’d started this at some point around junior high and I knew how much she always looked forward to it. Everything we needed was already spread out on the table waiting for her. I guess I hadn’t given her much time to look around.

  "Yep, it’s all ready for us. Mariah’s Christmas CD is in the player and the hot cocoa is waiting to be boiled."

  "You know me so well." Her stomach growled again and she looked down at it with a giggle.

  "C’mon, rumbly. Let’s get you fed."

  Chapter Five

  "What if you scare her away?"

  I looked at my oldest brother, Dom, and cringed. "What do you mean, scare her away? We’ve been together forever. This is just a natural progression." I popped the top off a beer and lounged back on my mother’s sofa, crossing my feet at the ankles on the coffee table.

  "No, a natural progression is going away to college and banging everything within a fifty-mile radius and then finding "the one" before you dry out. Around, say, thirty." Dom hooked a finger around his beer bottle and took a pull.

  "Come on, man, you know she’s not like that. She’s a good girl."

  Dom cocked an eyebrow and looked at me from the corner of his eye, then popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth. He spoke around his mouthful. "All I’m saying is, you might wanna tread lightly before you send her running for the hills. You don’t want her saying yes without experiencing life. She’ll resent you later, bro. I’m only telling you because I love you." He swallowed. "Besides, what about you?"

  "What about me?"

  "Pussy, man. Pussy. It’s great. And there’s an assortment of flavors out there just like Baskin Robbins. You sure you’re ready to settle on just plain vanilla before you’ve tried rocky road? It’s worth at least a lick. Or one of those little pink spoonfuls."

  "You’re sick, dude."

  "No, I’m just a dude. With a big cock. Who likes women. Lots and lots of women." He smirked. "You’re buying the cow without even finding out if there’s another one out there whose milk tastes like chocolate."

  "I don’t even like chocolate milk."

  He rolled his eyes. "Everyone likes chocolate milk. Don’t kid yourself."

  I scowled, picking at the label on my beer bottle, suddenly not feeling so good. He tousled my hair and stood up, stretching his thick arms high above his head. My brothers and I all bared the same pretty-boy resemblance, but with our own little differences. Dom was not only the oldest but the biggest of the bunch. Tall and stocky with short dark hair, he had chicks following him around like puppy dogs, which made him somewhat of a cocky son of a bitch. But I still looked up to him.

  "Did’ya ask Ma what she thinks?"

  "Nah, Ma loves Casey, sometimes more than she loves us." I chuckled. "I’m sure she’d be thrilled."

  "Wouldn’t hurt to try. She was a girl once upon a time too, ya know."

  He exited the room and a hollow feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I pushed off my knees and went in search of the kitchen. Leaning on the doorframe, I watched my mom vigorously stirring an early Christmas pudding. Delicious.

  "Hey, Ma?"

  "Yeah, sweetie?" she answered without looking up.

  "Got a sec?"

  She sucked her top lip int
o her mouth, still struggling with the pudding and then wiped her hands on her apron and looked up at me with the same hazel colored eyes as my own. Now exposing wisps of silver, her long hair was almost always tied back away from her face. "I always have time for you. Come sit." I pulled back ‘my chair’ and sat. With four boys, you needed to stake claim so there were no arguments.

  "What’s wrong? You look worried." Mom pulled out the chair opposite mine and sat, her eyebrows pulling in.

  "I, um, was just looking for your opinion on something."

  "My opinion? Since when?"

  "Since, well, you used to be a girl, right?"

  My mom raised her eyebrows and stuck her tongue in her cheek. "Pretty sure that’s how you got here, wise ass. Don’t get cute."

  "I didn’t mean it like that. I’m serious here."

  "Talk to me." She placed her hand over mine. "What’s wrong? And leave out all the crap that comes before."

  My mom always had a way of making us cut to the chase. I guess you had to when you were juggling four little testosterone slingers. Looking down at her worn looking fingers, I smiled and then met her eyes. Like a Band-Aid, I just had to pull it off fast. Here goes nothing.

  "I wanna give Casey a promise ring." I blew out a long breath and eyed her wearily.

  Her eyebrows shot into her hairline and she sat back in her chair. "A promise ring, huh? That’s pretty serious."

  I shrugged. "I didn’t think it was that serious. I mean it’s not an engagement ring."

  "Well, it’s not that far off, son." Son. She only used that term when she was trying to make a point. I wondered what this one would be.

  "I’ve been with her forever, Mom. I don’t want anyone else and I don’t want her going anywhere. I want her to know how serious I am about her. How serious I’ve always been."

  She patted my hand with a smile. "My little Casanova. You were always the romantic one. You were attached to my hip and used to tell me you wanted to marry me." Her smile was reminiscent and nostalgic as her gaze clouded over. "You used to grab me by both sides of my face and rub your nose on me and shower me with kisses. Do you remember that?" Her eyes focused on mine once again.