Santa's Perfect Package: A Collection of Holiday Romances

by KB Winters

  “That’s enough. If you’re good later, I’ll feed you more of my cock.” He grinned and slid back down the bed, gripping my hips as he thrust in one, long stroke until his balls smacked against me. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”

  He continued grunting and growling, biting out the occasional exclamation or curse, but mostly Jasper lost himself in my body. It felt divine as he drove deep, hard and fast while whispering wildly filthy things that only made me wetter, hotter. Hungrier for him. “Fuck, Jasper.” I felt the pressure build up, starting at my toes, like a volcano preparing for an inevitable eruption. And when Jasper laid those lips on the crook of my neck, hot lava shot through my veins, erupting from my pores as the orgasm flooded me. It overwhelmed me with its intensity, especially since Jasper hadn’t stopped moving.

  Instead he moved faster, harder and more powerful as he searched for his own orgasm. Soon he growled in my ear as his body shook its way through the climax, and he collapsed on top of me.

  I absorbed his body heat, the weight of him. All of it screamed all man, and as his chest pressed against mine, I knew one thing for certain.

  I wasn’t quite done with Jasper yet.

  Chapter Four

  Bryce

  “So, who’s hosting this party?” Ann sat beside me looking hot as hell in her sexy zombie elf outfit as we made our way toward a costume party.

  “The SFD, technically, but the chief says that this is a non-sanctioned party which means me and the guys are responsible for keeping everyone safe.” We had free reign of the old building so we set it up with a holiday haunted house, dance floor and tables for people to eat, drink and flirt.

  “Cool. I love a haunted Christmas house. Whooda thunk?” She tossed her head back and laughed; my mouth watered at the sight of her long, graceful neck. “Tell me, how have you been, Bryce?”

  “Good. I was recently promoted to Battalion Chief.” I’d worked hard to move up the ranks in the department, and though most people didn’t think of firefighting beyond burning buildings and calendars, I loved it.

  “Wow, that’s great! Congratulations, Bryce. I mean I have no clue what that means but I know a promotion is a good thing.”

  I grinned at her praise. “Thanks.” Most women looked at me, hell at most firefighters, and saw a hero. An object of worship and sexual pleasure. It didn’t bother me, not really. I liked women, and I loved fucking them, but it’d be nice to know they wanted my cock and not just one belonging to any old firefighter. Ann was different. When I met her at that baseball game, I wasn’t wearing anything to indicate what I did for a living. She caught my eye and I made my move, which ended up being a quickie at my place. I’d thought about her a few times since, but we’d never exchanged information, so I had no way to find her.

  “You’re awful quiet, Bryce. Are you sure you’re up for a party tonight?”

  “Hell yeah. I have the next three days off and I plan to make the most of them.” I’d hoped to spend most of those days in bed with Ann, but I’d settle for the nights.

  We arrived to find the party in full swing. People in all types of costumes danced, drank and laughed to the music being handled by an up and coming DJ who used to be a paramedic. In the distance, a few blood-curdling screams could be heard over jingling bells and I grinned. Ann turned to me with those big blue eyes, looking even bluer under the flickering fluorescent lights.

  “Come on, let’s go to the haunted house so I can make up a good reason to hang on to these muscles.” She looped her arm through mine and settled her hand squarely on my bicep.

  I couldn’t help but smile. “You don’t need a reason, but if you do I could think of other pleasurable ways you could hang onto me.” The way she did when I had her legs wrapped around me as I thrust into her against a wall. It was hot and hard and fast. And my cock was hungry for another taste.

  “Sounds good, but first the holiday haunted house?”

  I grinned, hiding my disappointment as we weaved through the partygoers to get to the back room that led to the scary shit. Every one of her curves pressed into my side and I had to bite back a groan. Soft, creamy tits smashed against my side, her sweet scent invaded my nostrils, my mind until all I could think about was how else I could get that scent to surround me. “If you get scared, I’m right here.”

  She laughed and the sound slid down my spine like warm honey, it slithered down and settled in the heat of my balls. “You mean I should push in close and squeeze all these muscles?” She punctuated her words with the actions just to make her point.

  “Yeah, babe, exactly like that.” I winked and she pressed in closer as we entered the haunted house, dark and cool, with spooky ass sounds all around us. It was all in good fun but I hoped she got a little scared, maybe jumped in my arms so I could carry her and press her against a wall, fuck her hard and fast until she came all over me. Damn, I got hard as fuck just thinking about that.

  “I have to know what put that smile on your face.” She laughed and stayed close as we turned to some weird serial killer lab.

  I whispered in her ear, feeling bold at the way my cock twitched at that breathy intake. “Well, damn. I kind of like the sound of that.”

  After those words, I made it my personal mission to find the perfect fucking spot, dark with a hard surface so we could satisfy our lust and enjoy the rest of the night. The small rooms were no good, not with people coming in and out. But as we entered the maze of rooms in the back I spied the perfect spot. A small room that sat empty yet clean because it was where all the food and drinks had been stored until that morning.

  “Whoa!” she gasped and practically jumped in my arms as a skeleton dressed as Mrs. Claus and a zombie Rudolph leaped out at us, complete with scary dead people sounds. “Damn, that was good!” She let out a nervous laugh and rested her head on my shoulder and that was it.

  Control snapped. “Come on.” I grabbed her and pulled her along, making sure we had complete privacy as I shut the door behind us and pushed her up against it. “I’ve been dying to do this all night.” I grabbed her face, slanting my mouth across hers in a kiss filled with hunger and need. My cock literally ached to be buried deep in her tight, wet cunt. She kissed me back like she meant it, like she was as hot for me as I was for her.

  But I needed to test it for myself. I held her close with one hand and slid my other hand up her thigh, slowly up her silky skin and under the tiny green velvet skirt until there was no place else to go. Her pussy was on fire, lips swollen, and her wetness soaked her panties. She gasped as my knuckles grazed her slick pussy lips, then tilted her head back and moaned. That sound wrapped around me, around my cock and tugged. Yanked so hard I thought I might come right there.

  “Bryce, don’t tease.”

  “But it’s so much fun.” That was the other thing about Ann, she enjoyed a good fuck. There was no playing coy with her and that shit turned me all the way on.

  “I can make it fun.”

  She hooked her arms around my neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around my body and groaning when she settled against my dick. “God, Bryce. Just give it to me, please. You know you want to.”

  I did, but when she began to roll her hips, I couldn’t figure out how to get my fucking body to work. Then I caught it, a whiff of her arousal and I was lost. Her mouth drove me crazy, nibbling my ear and licking my neck while I tried to wiggle out of the tight fucking jeans I’d worn as part of my cowboy Santa costume. Her husky laugh sounded in my ear and I just shoved them down. Hard. “Finally.”

  “Yeah, finally.” She licked her lips and did that thing, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as my finger slipped inside her panties, finding her pussy as hot and wet as I remembered. “Even your fingers are thick. But right now Bryce, all I want is that magnificent cock.”

  I grinned at her bold words. “You want this cock?”

  “Fuck yeah, I want it. Give it to me.”

  I was in too much of a hurry to get inside her to fully undress her—agai
n—and I protected us sliding tiny velvet panties to the side again as she slowly sank down onto my cock. “Fuck, Ann.” She already began to pulse around me. Had I ever fucked another woman so explosive? We’d barely been in here ten minutes and she was so close to the edge already.

  Her hips moved fast and hard, showing me exactly how she wanted me to fuck her and I did. Running around with a hundred pounds of gear made holding her up against the wall easy, allowing me to go deep. Hard and deep while she let out these breathless little moans that acted as fuel for my cock, growing harder and longer as I fucked her.

  “Fuck, Bryce. Yes!”

  She moved wild, her hips fast and frantic, out of control, as her orgasm built. I felt her legs tighten around me, her pussy clamp down on my cock and then she broke apart, flying wild and free as she came hard. So hard she triggered my own orgasm, practically sending me to my knees. “Ann!”

  Her arms were wrapped tight around me, her face buried in my neck as aftershocks rocked her body. “Happy fucking holidays, Bryce.”

  “Same to you, babe.” We separated and cleaned up as best we could before joining the party. Ann was amazing, sexy and smart, funny too. She blended in with everyone, able to talk about random bullshit or deep conversations about politics and business. I heard her tell one of my guys she was some kind of producer on a morning television show. She was definitely too classy for me, but I was determined to have her.

  More importantly—to keep her.

  Chapter Five

  Ann

  Sometimes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Here I was, a month after first meeting up with Jasper again, sitting on my sofa and catching up on what the old Roman crew was up to. Back to back to back weekends with the well-hung boys had worn me out and both my pussy and I were in desperate need of a break. Not that I wasn’t already regretting my choice to stay home tonight, but I was determined.

  I was as sexually liberated as the next woman, okay more than most women probably, but I felt I needed to make a choice. Jasper or Bryce. Grown women didn’t go around maintaining sexual relationships with multiple guys, did they? No. They either fucked everyone or just one person, and that’s what I needed to do. What I really should do.

  Fuck just one.

  But I couldn’t.

  I wanted them both.

  Jasper was funny and charming, a man who knew how to show a woman a good time in and out of the bedroom. He made me laugh and he made me come. Sometimes he made me laugh while I came. Under the right circumstances I might have considered dating him.

  And Bryce, well he was my jock with a big fat cock. Hot and ripped, with a charming sense of humor to boot, he was the perfect casual sex partner. We didn’t have a lot in common, but the things we did have, were pretty fucking amazing.

  “If only I could combine them into one perfect man.”

  I knew it was an impossible dream, a fantasy that I grew to like more with each day. Last night I’d even gotten off to the thought of both Jasper and Bryce fucking me. At the same time. Something about it seemed so right. So dirty. So empowering. It was a fantasy that I couldn’t stop thinking about, so I picked up the phone and rang the only person I knew who might provide some insight.

  “What’s up bi-otch? Calling to hang out?” Tasha was always ready for a good time and it was one of the things I loved about her.

  “No, I have a question. Do you have time to talk?”

  “Yeah, I’m getting ready for a date. It’s the fourth date with the guy I met at the tapas bar.”

  “Wow, four dates? That’s not usually your style, is it?”

  “Fuck no, but Charlie is pretty great. Funny. Hot. Hung. He’s some kind of financial wizard so he makes a good living. Did I mention he’s hung?”

  I laughed because Tasha had one track mind. “Maybe once or twice. But I have to say that I’m very happy for you. I hope you and Charlie, and Charlie’s big cock are very happy together.”

  “Girl, me too!” She cackled loudly, more amused than a person should be over themselves. “Anyway, what’s up?”

  “Have you ever had a threesome?”

  “A few, mostly in college. Two girls and two guys. Personally, I recommend the two-man option because it means you’re the star of the show and their sole focus is getting you off.” She must have taken my silence for shock. “It’s no big deal, really. I mean as long as it’s something you really want to do.”

  She had no clue just how much I wanted to do it. Hearing Tasha talk about having two big strong men, focused on nothing but pleasing me, well that sounded like a special kind of heaven to me. “I’m thinking about it.”

  “Well stop thinking and go get that pussy wet, my friend. I saw that tall drink of blond sex god chatting you up last month. Holy shit, was that last month? I haven’t seen you since then, girl?”

  “Focus, Tasha. Yeah it was him, but it wasn’t our first time meeting.” I told her all about our weekend in LA and then all about Bryce. “I feel like I should choose but I don’t want to.”

  “Who says you have to? Fuck the rules. If all three of you are fine with it, do it. Hell, I work with a woman who’s part of a thruple. They live together, own a home together and all that couple-y shit. Only there’s three of them.”

  “Wow. I thought that was made up by men just to have two girlfriends. I think your coworker is my new hero.” And not only because it played into my need to have both of these strapping men all to myself.

  “Do it, Annie. Just do it and have a good damn time. I have to go now, catch you later babe.”

  I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. Not that it mattered since she’d already ended the call but I wasn’t upset. How could I be? She was crazy and sexy and sex-crazed. And she’d given me good advice.

  Advice I couldn’t possibly dismiss right out of hand, even if the societally trained good girl in me, really wanted to. I couldn’t because the thought of having Jasper and Bryce all to myself, left me feeling electrified. And when two big strong soldiers began to thrust into the mistress of the house—at her command—I found my hand sliding into my panties and imagining myself enjoying two cocks as much as she had.

  Thoughts of both men fucking me at once carried me to sleep and I woke up the next day, refreshed and happy as hell I didn’t have to trudge into the office before the sun came up. I knew exactly what I needed to do.

  ***

  I had no idea how this evening would go and for once in my life I didn’t give a flying fuck. They would either say yes or they wouldn’t. I couldn’t do anything to change their minds. All I could do was stand before them, looking like hot sex in a devil-red dress that was made for the sole purpose of getting a man’s attention. I didn’t want to go over the top and wear a see-thru lingerie, so I went with a simple red slip dress that hugged my curves and I added matching nail polish to finish the look.

  Underneath, I wore nothing. That was me, hopeful until the end.

  A quick glance at the clock told me they would be here in less than thirty minutes, so I ate a cookie because sugar was a great way to calm my nerves. It was the perfect distraction. Then I made myself a dirty martini because I needed something stronger because these were big girl nerves. That extra tasty brine did the trick as I sat on my sofa and went over what I had to say to Jasper and Bryce. I knew I had to get the words right, because it would matter to them. By the time I finished my second martini, I knew what I had to say, and I knew exactly how to get what I wanted out of this.

  The buzzer sounded to let me know my guests had arrived.

  I stood, fixing my hair around my shoulders after spending nearly an hour getting soft, springy curls. My hands smoothed the dress over my stomach and hips for the tenth time in as many seconds and I shook out the nerves. I shouldn’t be nervous, this was nothing to be nervous about. I just needed to be calm. Confident. A quick spritz of perfume and I strode to the door in my bare feet and pulled it open. “Jasper. You’re looking good. Very good.” The man wore
jeans and a sweater like nobody’s business, somehow making it even sexier than those three-piece suits he favored.

  “And you, Annie, my dear, look good enough to eat.” He pressed me against the wall, kicking the door shut and put his mouth to mine, licking and tasting it, owning it and making it his. I fell under his spell like the horny woman I was, clinging to him in a desperate need to get closer. “That should tide me over until you’ve had your . . . say.”

  That was a strange way of putting it, but it was also a reminder that I needed to stay the course. Disentangling myself from his arms, I took a few steps back and made my way back to the living room. And my glass. “Want a drink?”

  “I’m good, thanks.”

  O-kay. That didn’t bode well for my plan, but luckily Bryce sounded the buzzer just a few moments later and I went to greet him. “Bryce, thanks for coming over.” I wrapped him in a hug that we both let linger a little longer than was polite, but when you’ve had a man’s cock inside you, polite goes out the door.

  “Your message was more than a little intriguing. Ominous, even. Is everything all right?”

  “Yeah. I just have something I’d like to discuss. With both of you.”

  His shoulders went tense and he nodded, brushing past me to get to the living room, where he and Jasper greeted each other with a subdued high five. He sat and scooped up my glass, draining it. Quickly. “So what’s this about?”

  “Yeah, Ann. My curiosity is getting the better of me,” Jasper added with an amused smile.

  I nodded and reached for another glass, filling them both. “Right. Well, having you two come back into my life wasn’t something I’d ever imagined or anticipated, really. But now that you’re both here, I find myself wanting something more. Something a little different.”

  “Like what?” Bryce bit out.

  It was clear neither man was feeling particularly open to whatever I wanted to say so I tossed the speech aside and went for brutal honesty. “I want a threesome. With the two of you.” Bryce looked angry, but Jasper looked interested—maybe a little amused. “This is a fantasy I didn’t know I had until you both came back into my life. I doubt it’ll happen if it doesn’t happen with you two, but that’s it. What I have to . . . say.” I took my glass and sipped it slowly, letting the icy cool bite wash away the sting of rejection I already felt, though none had been issued. “Think about it, please. Either I will hear from you, or I won’t.” I had a feeling I wouldn’t but hell, Tasha was right.