Jingle Balls: A Holiday Romantic Comedy Anthology

by Dylann Crush

  Viktor washes the fears away by covering my mouth with his again. Then he places his palms against the door, boxing me in. I roll my head to the right, baring my neck for a barrage of fast, firm kisses. He reaches one hand up to undo the buttons of my black dress shirt, then slides his tongue over the invisible trail down my chest to the valley between my breasts.

  “Fuck Lexie,” he whispers over our accelerated breathing and pumping hearts. Then he brings his face back up, crushing his lips on mine again.

  Though every inch of his hard body still restrains me against the door, the intensity in his touch softens. Excitement pools in my core when his calloused fingers brush my cheeks and slide behind my neck.

  This is everything I need at this moment. Gentle and soft, yet hard and unyielding when necessary. His burning, blue eyes implore mine, as if asking for permission.

  I grab his face, seizing his lips while lifting one leg and swinging it over his hip. He slides a hand under my thigh cradling my leg easily.

  Viktor pulls back, panting and smiling. “It would have been much easier for me to slide my cock into you if you were wearing one of those hideous red skirts,” he says gruffly, as if reading my mind.

  For one fleeting moment, I’d wished I were wearing that stupid Santa suit, too. “Didn’t think you’d mind the challenge.”

  “I don’t.” He releases my thigh. “But time is precious and that would have helped in our situation.”

  “True,” I agree, reaching down to open his pants. I’m working at such a fast and frenzied pace, my fingers can barely undo the button.

  He pushes my hand away gently. “It’s faster if we undo our own.”

  I nod and get to work. Within seconds, we’ve tossed two sets of pants and underwear onto the floor. I’m so desperate to have Viktor inside me, I almost groan at the sight of him—hard and ready. But I don’t because it would make too much noise. Instead, I lick my lips and take him in my hand.

  “You have a condom, right?” I ask breathlessly.

  He nods and hands it to me. After ripping it open, I take my time, sliding it over him slowly. He closes his eyes and inhales sharply.

  As soon as he’s sheathed, he grabs my ass with both hands and hoists me up. Without being prompted, I slide my legs around him and wrap one arm around his shoulders to hold on. He rests my back against the door and takes his cock in his hand, positioning himself at my entrance.

  Because I’m already soaked, accepting him is easy. And damn! He fills me up completely. He takes a beat to breathe and lower his mouth to my ear while inside me.

  “Delicious,” he whispers.

  The sultry sound sends me through the roof. Pushing my pelvis forward, I grind against him, urging him to continue.

  Jackhammer sex has a time and place—and this is definitely the time and place.

  Fueled by lust and adrenaline, Viktor cycles between pumping in and out fast and hard, and short pulses while filling my pussy and grinding against me. The changing rhythm and exquisite friction has me swollen and needing relief.

  He slides his hand into my hair, tugs my head back, and ravages my mouth. Then slams against me one more time, burying his cock inside me as he rides his release.

  3

  Viktor

  Lexie Graham is absolutely mind-blowing.

  It made the most sense for her to leave first, since she had to get back to work. No one will care how long I’ve been away from the party. After a few minutes, I slip out of the utility closet and head straight for the bathroom to wash up and get myself together.

  I’ve never had such an amazing experience. The intensity, the pace, the fear of getting caught. All that adrenaline and lust makes for an amazing orgasm.

  “Where have you been?” Kolya asks when I saunter back to join the guys.

  “And why do you look like a cat that just ate a canary?” Blake asks.

  “I have no idea what that means,” I tell him, fidgeting with my bow tie.

  “Mischievous and smug,” he explains, narrowing his eyes and inspecting me as if he can tell what I’d been doing. I laugh and push him away.

  “That’s just his normal face.” Kolya shrugs.

  “Just walking around, checking out the resort,” I say nonchalantly. “Got bored with the Boomer and cougar crowd. The party’s almost over. Anyone want to head to the bar?”

  “This sound fun, but I have a wife who need sex, so I’m going home,” Pasha says in his usual TMI style.

  “I bet Kristen loves when you open your mouth,” Luke shakes his head and laughs.

  “Actually—” he begins.

  “No!” We all roar in unison.

  A few of us end up at the main bar in the Grand Resort’s lobby, but no one wants to stay too long. Everyone’s tired—except me. I’m still ramped up and ready to go. But we have an early skate and practice tomorrow, so I guess I should head home, too.

  When I arrived tonight, I expected the Jingle Ball to be a complete snooze-fest. I know the Commons family is like royalty in Charlotte, and I’m Russian royalty, but the wealthy Southern vibe is completely different than the rich, Russian vibe.

  I’ll take partying with my people any day.

  It was Lexie who made my night. Even if we hadn’t had amazing sex, seeing her friendly face made me feel like I belong in this city. Maybe not long-term, but for the time being.

  It gives me a renewed spirit to work my ass off and show the Monarchs organization that I deserve a full-time spot here.

  I’m contemplating the night as I walk to my truck, when I see someone propped up against the hood of their car, holding their coat closed with one hand, and using their phone with the other. Upon closer inspection, I notice it’s Lexie. I rush over, wondering if there’s something I can do to help.

  “Hey! Lexie! You okay?” I ask, as my eyes dart around, inspecting the area for anything out of whack.

  She looks up, startled. “Oh! Hey, Viktor. I’m all right.” She pats the hood. “My stupid car won’t start.”

  I’m not mechanical at all, so I can’t help with that, but I can offer my services. “Need a ride?”

  “No. I’m good.” She holds up her phone with a shaking hand. “I’m waiting on a friend to give me a ride.”

  “Come on,” I say, noticing her red nose and wondering why she’s not waiting in the car. It’s still cold, but she wouldn’t have to deal with the wind. “I owe you a ride.”

  “I think we evened up on that earlier, don’t you?” She winks.

  Though I enjoy the banter, I can’t continue with her standing out here shivering. “You’re freezing.” I tug my scarf off and wrap it around her neck. “Why aren’t you sitting in your car?”

  “Thanks.” She smiles gratefully and tucks her chin into the cozy cashmere. She looks good wrapped in luxury. “Well, that goes along with the same reason my car won’t start.” She gives me a sheepish smile. “I can’t find my keys. I’ve looked everywhere.”

  “Well, I’ll wait with you.” I lean against her car and ask, “How long until your friend gets here?”

  “I’m not sure. She hasn’t responded yet.” She checks her phone again, swiping downwards to refresh the screen.

  “Come on.” I grab her hand. “You will ride with me.”

  She shakes her head. “I don’t want to put you out.”

  “It’s not up for debate.” Placing my palm on her back, I guide her to my truck.

  4

  Lexie

  Viktor was the last person I expected to see in the parking lot tonight. The party ended over an hour ago, and most guests were long gone.

  But there he was, a knight in a black tux coming to my rescue. That’s twice tonight.

  Saving my sanity with an amazing orgasm.

  Saving me from frostbite with a ride home.

  He presses his key fob and the locks click. Then he opens the door for me and helps me into his gorgeous monster truck. I use the stair to jump up, but forget to duck and I knock my forehead on
the door frame.

  “Ow!” I raise my hands to my head.

  “Damn, Lexie! Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” I say, though I continue rubbing my skull, because that seems to make it feel better.

  Viktor leans forward and kisses my head. Kissing the boo-boo helps about as much as my rubbing does, but it’s a sweet gesture. One I was not expecting.

  “I couldn’t do that when we knocked noggins earlier,” he teases, sliding his hand over my cheek. “Feel better now?”

  “I think I’d feel better with your mouth on other places,” I say, removing any tenderness from the air and bringing us back to the core of our attraction.

  Viktor’s eyes burn into me. He grabs my hips and twists me around, so my legs are facing him. I open them slowly, which is futile since I have pants on. He leans forward, and I swallow, my throat thick with anticipation.

  “This probably isn’t the best place to do this.”

  “Screwing in a utility closet is okay, but in a truck is too much?” I tease, lifting my hips to bring my pussy closer to his face.

  “Oh, Lexie. I want to screw you everywhere,” he says. “But I don’t think being caught on camera in the parking lot at The Grand Resort and Spa is good for either of our careers.”

  I push back and swing my legs to the front. “Good call.”

  Viktor closes the door and rounds the truck to the driver’s side.

  “Thanks for the ride, I really appreciate it,” I say when he climbs in.

  Instead of responding, he leans over the console separating our seats and places his lips on mine. I thought it would be a quick peck, but it’s not. He lifts his hands to my face, his fingertips soft as he tilts my chin up. His tongue slides between my lips and explores my mouth. And just when I think he’ll lean back, he presses in. Then he drops his hands to my waist and pulls me toward him.

  My entire body hums at his gentle dominance. I grab his shoulders, then slide my hands up into his wavy locks. He breaks the kiss and lifts his head, but doesn’t take his hands off my waist. Yet his fingers don’t roam, either. Viktor has amazing control.

  Except when he’s trying to be quiet in a utility closet.

  “Which one?” he asks.

  “What?” I’m dazed from the kiss and already preparing for another round.

  “Which ride are you grateful for?” he asks, letting me go and straightening into the driver’s seat before pulling his seatbelt across his body.

  I sit still, surprised at his ability to back off so quickly. With a frustrated sigh, I inch off the console between the seats and lean back. “Has anyone ever told you how frustrating you are?”

  “Excuse me?” He presses a few buttons and a blast of air rushes out of the vents.

  An involuntary shiver shakes me when the initial burst hits my skin. “You heard me.”

  “I have been told that, yes.” Viktor grins as he checks his mirrors and pulls out onto the road. “Many times.”

  “Not surprised.” I try to pull my coat down to cover my legs, trying to shake my chill and hoping the heat will kick in soon.

  Viktor slams on the brake, and I whip my head to look out the windshield where a red light glows over our heads. He throws his arm across my body to stop me from jerking forward, and his hand skims my chest.

  I lower my eyes to his hand. “You don’t have to brake hard to feel me up, Viktor. I think we’ve established that I’m here for it.”

  “Well, when you put it like that.” He lowers his hand to my thigh.

  I jerk my knee up, banging his hand away. “Focus on driving, big shot. You can put your hands anywhere you want when we get to my place.”

  “Anywhere?” he asks, raising one mischievous eyebrow.

  I nod slowly, thinking of the endless possibilities. I’m up for anything with Viktor.

  “I hope you live close. Otherwise, we’re going to my place.” He places both hands on the steering wheel and swallows hard.

  “I think you should find a place to stop and we can have some fun right here.”

  Viktor cranks on his turn signal and abruptly turns into an empty parking lot. When he shifts into park, we unbuckle our seatbelts and lunge toward each other.

  It’s a frenzy of lips and fingers and buttons and zippers. Our mouths crash into each other’s, kissing as we undress from the waist down. Pure, unadulterated lust propels me into his lap.

  He pops a few buttons on my shirt, and slides his hand into my bra, freeing one breast. He palms it with one hand while the other fumbles in his console. He yanks out a condom, rips it open with his teeth, and hands it to me. As I roll it onto him, he leans forward, taking my nipple into his mouth, circling and flicking with his tongue before sucking it. I arch back, lift my hips, and moan as I slide onto his cock.

  He grabs my hips, guiding me as I ride and grind. I’m bouncing on top of him, enjoying the exquisite feeling as his cock slams my G-spot. It drives me crazy when he moves his thumb to my clit and starts circling. The sensations are too much, but I don’t stop.

  And Viktor doesn’t stop.

  He presses his mouth against mine, locking our lips in an open-mouth kiss as we move together. The orgasm builds in my core, and I moan into his mouth. If he keeps up this pace, I’m going to explode in seconds.

  “Yes, Lexie, yes. Tell me when you’re coming,” he commands.

  I nod, squeezing my eyes shut as I say, “I’m coming. Oh my god, I’m coming.”

  He holds my hips and presses into me, pulsing as he unloads.

  I think it was that moment, when Viktor and I came together during our fast and furious monster truck sexcapade—

  That’s when the condom broke.

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  Sophia Henry is a proud Detroit native who fell in love with reading, writing, and hockey all before she became a teenager. She did not, however, fall in love with snow. So after graduating with a Creative Writing degree from Central Michigan University, she moved to warm and sunny North Carolina to live out the remainder of her winters.

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  Part VI

  Ball Sacked

  By Christina Hovland

  About… Ball Sacked

  Anna Dvornakov isn’t having a very happy holiday. The last thing she wants is to attend a gala where her ex-boyfriend is set to go to the highest bidder in a bachelor auction. She’d convinced herself he was “the one.” Turned out, he wasn’t.

  Professional quarterback Drake Wellington’s career is on the fritz. Worse than that, the woman he’s fallen for called it quits on their relationship. Sure, he messed things up, but he’s certain that with a little holiday magic he can convince her to give him one more chance.

  Unfortunately, things never go as planned during the Jingle Balls Ball…

  1

  Anna

  Nothing screamed winter wonderland quite like the hearty scent of pine, the ambiance of twinkling lights, and thousands of upside-down heart-shaped ornaments that sort of looked like testicles adorning the ballroom in downtown Denver’s Sheraton hotel.

  Yes, Denver’s first annual Jingle Balls Ball benefiting a testicular cancer awareness nonpro
fit was quite the soiree. The holidays, however, had lost their festive spirit when Anna Dvornakov had broken up with her boyfriend.

  Just like that, her holiday cheer went topsy-turvy, and not in the cute way. No, it fell with a resounding splat.

  Sure, she and Mr. Not-So-Right had only been together for two months, but in that time, she’d fallen tulip over daisy for him and his handsome all-American face and boy-next-door charm.

  A pull deep in her stomach reminded her of him. The thickness in her throat itched at the memory of the light press of his lips against hers—the whispered promises and plans that made her heart tingle.

  He was, it turned out, too perfect. Uh-huh, that was a thing.

  So Anna’s hobbies of late included floral arranging, long walks in slushy snow, pretending to crochet, and…learning lessons the hard way.

  She had regretted the breakup with Drake as soon as it had happened because, you know, he was perfection. The knowledge that she’d cut him loose gnawed at her like a persistent hangover from her grandmother’s stockpile of Russian vodka.

  The gnawing had not been enough to call him back when he’d reached out to her, but it was enough to think about calling him back. All. The. Time.

  Like right then. Standing in the ballroom.

  “You look stunning,” said Sadie, her soon-to-be sister-in-law, as she slipped an eggnog martini into Anna’s hand.

  Anna grunted in reply. The muted red satin dress came from Dillard’s. The slimming body shaper that made it impossible for her to get a full breath came from an ad she saw on the internet. The red pumps came from some shop at the Cherry Creek Mall that her other sister-in-law, Heather, had dragged her through.