His Christmas Love: A Steamy Holiday Novella (Cuffs and Spurs Book 9)

by Anya Summers

Gavin couldn’t believe he was finally right where he’d longed to be. After all this time, Brady had lifted the moratorium and let him into bed with him and Hannah. Hannah of the sweet tits he still craved a taste of and an even sweeter pussy. He would have kept on eating her pussy if he hadn’t been worried that he wouldn’t last and would shoot his load all over the bedspread instead of inside her.

  He’d dreamed about taking her; screwing his best friend’s girl, the two of them, together like they’d used to do.

  Through gritted teeth, need pounding in his veins, his cock straining to feel her heat wrapped around his length, he said in a low, husky voice, “Then you’ll have me.”

  The caveman in him roared. His blood thundered in his body. Gavin gripped her lush, pale thighs, his gaze trained on her face, needing to watch her as he filled her up. Then he rocked his hips forward, plunging his cock in to the hilt until his balls pressed against her rear.

  Oh, fuck!

  A deep-seated groan rumbled in his chest. His eyes almost rolled back into his head. Her pussy clutched his shaft, shooting currents of unmitigated pleasure throughout his body, only to coalesce in his groin. Gavin nearly emptied his load, climaxing right then and there. He inhaled a breath and then another, computing math equations in his mind to corral his body back under his control. She made him feel like a teenager with his first woman.

  Time stilled. Beads of sweat rolled down his back. The moment he felt like he had as much control back as he was going to get, Gavin moved, withdrawing until only the tip remained inside before sliding back inside, balls deep. Unable to help himself, he grunted, “Fuck.”

  “She’s got a great pussy, doesn’t she?” Brady said with a knowing glance, toying with Hannah’s nipples as he watched the scene.

  “Fuck, yeah.” Gavin withdrew until only the head of his cock was sheathed in her gripping heat, before thrusting deep once more. Her back arched and her generous tits jiggled.

  “Gavin,” Hannah moaned his name like a prayer.

  Hearing Hannah say his name in the throes of pleasure was all the encouragement he needed. Gavin didn’t hold back, and unleashed his control. He couldn’t hold back; he’d dreamed about this moment for far too long. Now that he felt her heat surround him, clasping his shaft to draw him deeper inside, he prayed he could last long enough to make it good for her, that he wouldn’t finish before making her scream in ecstasy.

  On his knees, he rocked his pelvis, setting a steady, pounding pace. As he gripped her lithe thighs, holding her open, the blissful expression on Hannah’s face said it all, the way her bow-shaped mouth formed an O and she emitted the purest cries of ecstasy. But it was the way she writhed beneath him, bringing her hips up to meet his plunges that nearly drove him over the edge.

  Using one of his thumbs, he circled her engorged clit as he pumped his cock in hard plunges. Her moans mingled with the slapping of their flesh. When she came, her tissues gripped his cock, spasming around his shaft, and his eyes did roll into the back of his head.

  “Oh god!” Hannah cried, her body vibrating with the force of her climax as she jerked her hips.

  That was when Gavin went primal on her sweet cunt. He leaned over her on his elbows and fucked her as if his life depended on it. She clung to him, her tiny nails digging into his back as he fucked her. Gavin lifted her legs up, wrapping them around his waist so he could plunge deeper. This close, her face was pure perfection.

  At their side was Brady, watching it all. And then Brady turned Hannah’s face toward him and took her mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss, and laid his other palm against Gavin’s back. It electrified everything: the connection he’d been missing for two years since Hannah’s arrival in Brady’s life, in his life.

  It was all it took. A bolt of lightning struck along his spine. His dick lengthened. His balls drew taut. He slammed home, Hannah keening into Brady’s mouth as she climaxed again. He tossed his head back, straining.

  “Fuck!” he bellowed as he emptied himself into her sweet heat. He thrust over and over again as tremors rocked his foundation. It was more than just back-buckling sex, he thought as he glanced down at Hannah and Brady, with Hannah’s face one of sublime bliss, and Brady nuzzling her cheek. It had always been more than mere sex.

  Chapter 4

  Hannah was drifting in a semi-conscious, blissful state from her multiple orgasms. Her Christmas had taken a complete turnaround for the better. Her body was languorous and thoroughly satiated. The fragrance of their lovemaking—her and Gavin’s—scented the air. She should be riddled with shame; she had screwed her boyfriend’s best friend in a rather epic fashion. Gavin equaled Brady in his ability to take her right out of her mind and liquify her bones with euphoric pleasure.

  The man had, to coin a phrase, fucked her brains out. And she had loved every naughty, delicious second of it.

  Hannah sighed. She wasn’t ashamed. It was just the oddest thing, how right it felt to bring Gavin into their bedroom play. And the thought of more erotic decadence, with him and Brady, turned her being inside out with unrepentant need.

  She rested on her right side, sandwiched between both men on their California King mattress. Her head was pillowed on Gavin’s firm chest, her left leg tossed across one of his muscular thighs as they recovered from the first volley of sensual indulgence, utterly sated. Her fingers toyed with the flat, brown disk of Gavin’s nipple, thrilling at the way it pebbled into a hard point at her touch. Gavin issued a deep rumble of approval at her caress that acted like a lightning rod of pleasure zapping through her system.

  The fact that Brady had been there through it all, had encouraged each spine-tingling orgasm, settled any regret she might have felt. Brady’s approval and the blatant desire he’d displayed when he’d kissed her while she’d climaxed around Gavin’s thrusting shaft had made the orgasm burn that much hotter, that much brighter. For that single moment, the three of them had been intimately connected.

  Brady’s large, work-roughened hands skimmed from her shoulders down her spine to her bottom. He had such great hands. His touch sparked and sizzled along her spine.

  “Mmmm,” she hummed, canting her hips, craving more of him as he awakened her girly bits from their languid daze.

  Brady palmed the globes of her rear. His familiar touch sent torrents of need rushing through her body. Brady rocked his erection through her crease. God, the man always, always, made her blood simmer, leaving her hot and bothered and ready for anything he had in mind. A single touch, and her body went up in flames.

  “Brady,” she moaned as one of his hands cupped a breast, pinching and tugging on her nipples the way he knew she adored, all while he teased her with his shaft. She wanted him inside her, now—so much so, that moisture leaked from her sex.

  His lips and teeth grazed her neck. “Watching you with Gavin was hot as fuck, babe. But I know you want more, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she sighed, “please.”

  Brady chuckled darkly. “I know. I can feel how wet you are. Relax and let me stretch that pretty rosette of yours to take my cock. And then,” he nibbled on her earlobe, “we’re both going to fuck you.”

  “Oh god,” she moaned with a gasp, because now that she knew what they each felt like inside her, she could vividly imagine the two of them at once.

  Brady held her cheeks apart and slathered her back hole with lubricant. This wasn’t her first time with anal. Brady had been the one to introduce her to the naughty indulgence shortly after they became an item. She loved it. Her eyes widened, and she gasped as he pressed a finger inside to stretch her. But then Gavin shifted to face her. His cock lengthened and pressed against her belly as he took her face between his hands and kissed her.

  God. Just… god.

  Hannah thought she already knew the meaning of sexual pleasure. These last two years, she and Brady tore up the sheets nightly, or really any other surface they could find. They had performed numerous scenes at their lifestyle club, Cuffs & Spurs. She loved that about him
, about them, that after two years, the fires hadn’t diminished but turned into an all-consuming, raging inferno. At some point, realistically, she knew it might diminish a little. But for now, she was going to take the offered pleasure with both hands and revel in it.

  However, this—tonight, with two sets of firm male hands on her—was another level of ecstasy entirely. Gavin kissed her like his life depended on it. He dominantly controlled the tenor of their kiss, tangling his tongue with hers while his hands kneaded her tits. All that was happening while Brady plundered her ass, thrusting his fingers in and out of her forbidden channel.

  Her world centered on the two big alphas as they turned her into a writhing mass of need. She moaned into Gavin’s exquisite mouth when Brady added a second finger, thrusting deep. Gavin tore his lips from hers. She whimpered and opened her eyes.

  Lust riddled Gavin’s tan face. But he shifted and took one of her nipples into his mouth while his hand kneaded its twin, teasing the bud. Her hands slid into Gavin’s thick head of hair, needing something to hold onto as she spiraled higher and higher.

  Brady added a third and then a fourth finger, his fingers sawing in and out of her bottom. Then one of Gavin’s hands teased her clit, circling the swollen bud again and again before he penetrated her pussy, thrusting two fingers in deep. Mewls spilled from the back of her mouth. Hannah stood on a precipice, with undiluted pleasure pounding through her body. It was a titillating foreshadowing of future events. The climax slammed into her system with the force of a rocket exploding.

  “Oh god,” she cried. Her back arched and her hips bucked as waves of ecstasy riddled her. She trembled, quaking, between them.

  “There’s more to come, babe. Let’s get her into position, Gavin.” Brady was totally the one in charge of tonight’s decadent venture, she realized as he withdrew his fingers from her bottom. Then again, he was dominant in the bedroom. It was just enough dominance, and tended to melt her insides. Dominance in small batches, or in the bedroom, was super-hot. And while they were technically in a Dom/sub relationship, he wasn’t a hard ass outside the bedroom.

  Gavin released her breast with a pop and removed his fingers from her channel. He brushed his lips over hers before rolling onto his back. Gavin snagged a condom from the nightstand and rolled it down his thick length. Then, with Brady’s help, he shifted her body so that she was straddling Gavin’s pelvis.

  Gavin’s hands slid to her hips. Hannah braced her palms against his chest, working with him as he lifted her up, positioned his shaft at her entrance and then, with her gaze trained on his, she thrust down as he thrust up. He stroked in deep until he hit the lip of her womb. The man was just huge. She gasped as her body adjusted to his girth.

  Once she was fully settled with Gavin’s cock embedded in her sheath, Brady pushed her torso forward, positioning her so that she was flush against Gavin’s muscular chest with his enigmatic face a scant inch away.

  “Hey, beautiful. Deep breaths, and hold still until Brady fits his dick in your rosette. Your pussy feels so good, fluttering and clenching my cock, love,” Gavin said, holding her upper thighs to keep her steady.

  She curled her hands around Gavin’s shoulders when Brady slathered more lube over her back entrance. Her breaths came out in a series of short pants; she heard the distinct rip of the foil packet and quivered. Two men at once. It was happening. Her deepest, darkest fantasy was coming to fruition because of Brady, because he loved her and wanted to give this to her. And Gavin too. She stared into his eyes and her heart tripped over itself. Before she had a chance to examine her feelings, the head of Brady’s cock prodded her back sheath.

  “Oh,” she gasped, her fingers digging into Gavin’s shoulders.

  Brady gripped her hips. “Steady, babe. Let me inside. Deep breaths for me,” Brady murmured the command.

  She loved it when he became all authoritative and demanding in bed. Hannah took a deep breath and then another. Her eyes closed. Gavin was embedded in her pussy and unmoving as Brady pressed forward. His cock slid past the taut ring of muscle. Brady withdrew and thrust again, going deeper this time.

  Oh! Sweet heavens! Rapture bombarded her. Dual penetration was the most incredible, mind-altering sensation. There was nothing like it. And it was different from having Brady use the cock ring with the dildo attached.

  Brady rocked his hips over and over again, plowing deeper inside her rear with every stroke until he became fully submerged, with a deep seated groan. She had one cock in her pussy and one in her ass. Her body was electrified. It was as if every molecule were plugged into a super charged hydron collider, pumping nuclear fission levels of energy into her.

  The three of them held still once Brady had slid in deep. They were connected. She heard their panted breaths at the exquisite pleasure of the moment. But she was ready for more, needed more.

  “So, were you guys going to fuck me or is this a new way of cuddling?” she asked, her voice breathy and infused with need. She lifted her heavy lids and felt like she was drowning in jade.

  Gavin barked out a rough laugh that was part groan, part chuckle.

  Brady said, “See, told you she’s rather demanding.”

  She glanced at Gavin’s face and he gave her a smoldering look. “I think we should oblige her request. Her cunt’s squeezing me so tight, I know I won’t last long.”

  “Me either.” Brady smacked her bottom with a playful strike before gripping her hips to hold her steady as he withdrew until merely the tip remained before slamming home until he was balls deep.

  As he thrust in, Gavin withdrew, creating a seesaw effect, the two alphas moving in tandem, establishing a steady pace. All Hannah could do was hang on for the ride. And holy god, but it was more than she could have ever dreamed of. After all her wildest, wickedest fantasies, the reality didn’t even come close—it surpassed them by leaps and bounds.

  Brady drew her torso up until her backside was flush against his chest.

  “Look at Gavin. See the way he looks at you, at the desire he has for you. Do you see it?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. She was entranced by the look in Gavin’s eyes, at the emotions in their depths. He cared for her… maybe even loved her.

  Her heart clenched, because deep down, she had feelings for him too. And she didn’t know how to deal with those. She loved Brady. She couldn’t have feelings for his best friend too. Could she?

  Brady grazed her neck with his teeth. In his deep, bedroom voice, thick with lust, he murmured, “You like your gift? Being fucked by the two of us?”

  Brady’s hands slid up her torso and tweaked her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Her gaze was heavy-lidded as she stared at Gavin as his abdominals flexed and he plunged deep inside her cunt. Then, with his thumb, he rubbed her clit in lazy circles.

  “Yes, oh god, please!” she wailed.

  Pleasure spiked and spiraled. The etchings of her release coiled in her belly. But the two men held her body hostage, keeping the pace at the perfect tempo to drive her out of her ever-loving mind.

  “Please what?” Brady nipped her earlobe and thrust so deep, stars appeared in her vision.

  “As much as I don’t want this to end, we should let her come,” Gavin said, flexing his hips and plunging deep.

  Brady turned her face toward his. “Is that what you want? To come?”

  “Yes, I… Brady, please.” She was drowning in a sea of ecstasy, straining toward the glistening starlight.

  “I love you, Hannah,” Brady growled and took her mouth in a scorching kiss.

  “I love you,” she moaned when he tore his lips from hers and pushed her torso flat against Gavin’s chest. Up close, as she looked into Gavin’s eyes, she felt the same sentiment for him. But how could that be?

  Gavin reached up, cupped her jaw, and gave her a deep, drugging kiss, like he could intuit the conflict raging inside her, could see the feelings that were bubbling just beneath the surface for him that she dared not let out.

  He re
leased her mouth. Brady leaned forward, over her back so that she was sandwiched between the two men, and they began to move together. They went slow at first, stroking their cocks deep inside her. One moment, she was so full she was overflowing and in the next, the pressure lessened as they withdrew.

  But as they synced up, their tempo increased. Hannah lowered her face into the crook of Gavin’s neck. She moaned and dug her nails into his chest as they proceeded to fuck her into the stratosphere.

  “Oh fuck,” Gavin groaned.

  “See, I told you she was a great fuck.”

  “Her pussy feels like I plugged my dick into electrified silk,” Gavin added.

  “Her ass is just as tight,” Brady grunted, his fingers digging into her hips.

  Sweat slicked their bodies. They hammered her holes. Every atom in her body enflamed. With the next deep, dual thrusts, she keened, “Ohhh, god.”

  Hannah came. Hard. The climax blinded her. Ecstasy stole her breath. Tremors ripped through the fabric of her being. Her hips bucked between the plunging cocks. Her tissues gripped their shafts. Her climax set off theirs.

  Gavin’s cock jerked and he groaned, “Fuuuck.”

  “Hannah,” Brady growled, pounding into her back channel as he came, his cock jolting.

  Their hips rocked, sending little sparks of aftershocks through Hannah’s body. She had never in her entire life felt as blissful as she did right now. Aftershocks rocked through her core. All three of them were connected. She could feel their pounding hearts, hear their breathing as they fought to regain a measure of control.

  Sandwiched between them, she had never felt so safe, so sated, so loved.

  And she wondered if she was going to be able to keep this feeling, or if it would dissolve in the morning light.

  Chapter 5

  Shit.

  He’d told himself he wouldn’t do it. That he could hold himself back. But he hadn’t expected her to feel so right. Hadn’t expect to feel pieces of himself he’d thought were lost forever slide back into place with the added sensation of fullness, of expansion as he sank inside her wet heat and felt like he’d come home.