Gay Romance Holiday Collection

by Keira Andrews

  “Fuck me,” Hunter mumbled, not meaning to speak aloud.

  Taking his cock in hand and giving it a few strokes, Nick stepped even closer. He traced Hunter’s cheekbones with the shiny tip of his dick. “Later. If you’re a good boy.”

  Hunter shuddered with lust, a thrill tingling through him all the way to his toes. “I’ll be so good.”

  “I know.” He circled Hunter’s lips with the head. “Do you want to suck this?”

  “Yes.” It was barely a whisper. “Can—may I?”

  “Such good manners. You may. Keep your hands behind your back.”

  This is actually happening. I’m doing this.

  Before his brain could have second thoughts and get in his way, Hunter opened his mouth and swallowed Nick’s cock into his mouth, taking in as much as he could and sucking like his life depended on it. Nick groaned, and it was music to Hunter’s ears.

  He’d never blown anyone before, but he mimicked what he’d seen in porn, pulling back to lick along Nick’s swelling length, tracing the bulging vein with his tongue. He was actually sucking another man’s cock. He was doing it. Lust scorched through him.

  His nostrils flared as he tried to breathe, his rhythm probably clumsy and haphazard. He licked and sucked, peeking up at Nick, who watched with lips parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyebrows were drawn near in a little frown, and he spread his hand wide over Hunter’s head—not pushing or pulling, but guiding. He slowly began to thrust, fucking Hunter’s mouth.

  “That’s it. Such a good boy for daddy.”

  Hunter moaned around Nick’s dick, his own leaking and so hard he was about to come without touching it at all. He wanted to choke on Nick’s cock until there was nothing but the ache in his jaw and the throbbing flesh filling his mouth. He could taste the salty musk of precum, and he craved more. But it was so hard to breathe, and he coughed, pulling back, his eyes watering.

  Nick caressed his head. “It’s okay.” He dropped to his knees, stroking down Hunter’s arms, easing his hands from behind his back and holding them. Not too tightly or loosely, but securely. “When you said you didn’t know what to do…” He tilted his head, watching Hunter closely. “What exactly did you mean?”

  Hunter swallowed hard, squirming with embarrassment. He could feel spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Was he so bad at blow jobs that it was that obvious? “I’ve never done very much. Kissed a few times, and made out or whatever at a party. That’s it.” He dropped his eyes, his face hot. “I’m, like, a virgin?”

  Nick made a breathy sound that was maybe a sigh, and Hunter’s skin itched, acid spinning in his stomach. “I’m sorry. It’s pathetic. I don’t know why I haven’t done it yet. I get too…knotted up, you know? In my head, I mean.” He tried to laugh. “It’s lame.”

  Nick lifted Hunter’s chin with his finger and stared into his eyes, that gray gaze so certain. “It’s not lame. There’s nothing wrong with taking your time.”

  His heart leapt. “You mean… You don’t mind?”

  “Mind?” He shook his head again, smiling softly. He leaned in and brushed their lips together, murmuring, “Baby, I don’t mind at all. You’re doing so well. I’m very proud of you.”

  Hunter’s chest swelled with emotion as Nick kissed him for real now, their tongues meeting, his hands roaming down to Hunter’s ass, their knees pushing together on the rug. Then Nick pushed to standing, hauling Hunter with him, almost off his feet.

  He asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  Head light, Hunter nodded. “Please.” He wound his arms around Nick’s waist and rubbed a cheek against his bearded neck. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

  Nick exhaled heavily, stroking down over Hunter’s ass and squeezing. “You need my cock, hmm?”

  “Yes.” He vibrated with need, eager and nervous all at once, but not going back.

  Nick kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue, and Hunter wondered if he could taste his own cock. Then Nick spread the forgotten blanket on the couch and sat in the middle, urging Hunter to straddle his powerful legs. Hair tickled Hunter’s inner thighs, and he rocked, spreading his fingers over Nick’s chest, raking his nails through the coarse fur there.

  There was a bottle of lube on the couch cushion beside them, along with a foil-wrapped condom. After slicking his fingers, Nick reached behind Hunter and circled his hole, the pad of one finger teasing. He watched Hunter closely as he pushed the finger barely inside.

  “Do you ever do this to yourself?”

  Panting already, Hunter nodded. “Sometimes.” With his knees on the couch next to Nick’s hips, he gained leverage and rose up a few inches so he could push down on Nick’s finger.

  “So naughty,” Nick murmured with a smile, pressing another slick finger inside without warning.

  Hunter gasped, tensing before lowering down again, loving the burn as Nick’s fingers penetrated him. “Oh,” he murmured. It had never felt like this when he’d fingered himself. The angle was so much better, his ass stretching open. Their cocks were hard, butting against each other with teases of friction.

  “You’re going to be so tight around my cock. Going to make Daddy come so hard.”

  Flushed with pride, Hunter squeezed his ass, ignoring the pain. “Yes.”

  With his other hand, Nick teased Hunter’s nipples, pinching and rolling them until they stung wonderfully, oversensitive and rigid. He continued stretching Hunter’s ass, the sensations rippling through Hunter until all he could do was moan.

  Finally, Nick withdrew his fingers, and Hunter whimpered at the loss. Nick kissed him long and slow and wet. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to be so full you’ll think you might break. But you won’t, I promise. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

  He urged Hunter up higher on his knees, and Hunter clung to Nick’s shoulders as Nick rolled on the condom and slicked it with more lube. “Here you go. Take my cock like I know you can.”

  Hunter sank down, fumbling to get the head lined up with his hole. Running his palm over Hunter’s back, Nick murmured, “Slow and steady. Don’t hurt yourself.” He quirked a dark eyebrow. “Trust me, I’m not going anywhere.” He helped nudge his cock against the opening of Hunter’s ass.

  With a shaky laugh, Hunter tried to relax against the intrusion. “You’re so big,” he blurted, the burn intense.

  “You can do it. I know you can.” He watched Hunter with such confidence.

  Hunter took a deep breath and blew it out, screwing his eyes shut and hanging onto Nick’s shoulders as he bore down. His thighs trembled, the stretch bringing tears to his eyes as he impaled himself on Nick’s cock. Then it was like something gave, and he groaned as he sank all the way, letting gravity help.

  “Look at me.”

  In a daze, Hunter obeyed, opening his eyes. Nick stroked his spine gently. “Good boy. You feel incredible.” He reached down to run his fingers around the rim of Hunter’s stretched ass where they were joined. “How does it feel to have me inside you?”

  “Full.” Hunter laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe this is happening. I didn’t expect this when I woke up this morning.”

  Nick’s chest rumbled with laughter. “Me either. Yet here we are.” He caught Hunter’s mouth in a kiss, then whispered against his lips, his beard tickling. “You’re beautiful.” He took hold of Hunter’s hips and thrust up. “So sweet and tight for Daddy.”

  Hunter could only cry out as Nick speared him again. He let himself relax—well, as much as he could with a massive cock splitting him open—giving himself over and letting go. He started to lift and lower, finding Nick’s cadence. That wonderful cock stretched and filled him deeper than he’d thought possible.

  Pleasure obliterated the pain, and Hunter’s cock strained, desperate for friction. But he kept his hands digging into Nick’s broad shoulders since Nick had told him not to touch himself. He realized the cries and moans filling the air were his, and a pulse of embarrassment at how shameless
he sounded squirmed through him. He snapped his mouth shut.

  “No.” Nick dug his fingers into Hunter’s hips. “Let me hear you. You’re a slut for my cock, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

  “Yes!” Hunter admitted, releasing another high cry as pressure hit his prostate just right.

  “Don’t be ashamed. You’re gorgeous.” Nick thrust up harder now, pulling Hunter down in a rough rhythm. “Made for this. Made for my cock.”

  Sweat glistened on Nick’s forehead and in the hollow of his throat, and Hunter leaned down to lick it, the salt tangy on his tongue. Sweat gathered on his own skin, the heat from the fire on his back—heat everywhere. He was going to explode with it, his muscles shaking as he pleaded, “Please.”

  “You want to come, baby?”

  “Yes,” he croaked. “Need to.”

  “Do you think you’ve been well-behaved enough for Daddy to let you come?”

  Hunter nodded so hard his jaw clacked together. With a smile, Nick wrapped his hand around Hunter’s dick, twisting and tugging. “Come like a good boy.”

  After only three strokes, Hunter did, spraying Nick’s chest with jizz. Seeing the white globs land there on the dark hair made Hunter come even harder, and he squeezed convulsively on Nick’s iron cock inside him as he shot again, his cries echoing in the rafters.

  He clung to Nick, panting as Nick fucked up into him, groaning as he came as well. Hunter wished there was no condom and that he could feel the wetness of cum inside him.

  The tension finally released, and Hunter slumped, Nick holding him close and caressing his fevered skin, murmuring, “Such a good boy.”

  Panting softly against his neck, Hunter kissed him. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Mall Santas weren’t supposed to be hot, and they also weren’t supposed to be sexy lumberjacks who fucked you within an inch of your life and made you crave more. It seemed like days ago that Hunter had been stuck in the ditch and freezing his ass off trudging through the blizzard. Now he was safe and warm, and freaking finally no longer a virgin. Nick’s softening cock was still inside him, and it was amazing.

  He’d never considered whether Christmas miracles were real, but Hunter decided he was definitely a believer.

  Chapter Seven

  Ella wasn’t quite barking or growling, but pacing at the bottom of the stairs and making a low noise of discontent—followed by a full-on whine. Nick ignored his urge to go back down and give her another kiss and treat as he and Hunter approached the bedroom door just before nine p.m.

  “Aww,” Hunter said. “She doesn’t want to be left behind.”

  “She knows she’s not allowed upstairs. It’s only because you’re here, and you’re her new favorite person in the world since you’ve been indulging her all day with belly rubs.”

  Hunter seemed pleased by that, a bright smile on his face. “I’ll miss you too, girl,” he called. “I’ll see you in the morning.” The sweatshirt hung off him, and he’d rolled the sleeves up over his wrists. One had slipped down now, and he toyed with the cuff, glancing at Nick nervously.

  A virgin.

  Nick would never have guessed it given how gorgeous Hunter was, and that he was out of university. How had he not had sex before today? He’d begged so prettily, and Nick had wanted to ease him through it—make it as good as possible for a first time. He was confident he’d succeeded, and for his part, he’d had the most powerful orgasm he could remember in a long time.

  “Let me just give her one more minute.” Hunter hurried back down the stairs, tugging up the too-big PJs, Ella yelping with joy and licking his face as he knelt to pet her, laughing as she slobbered on him. Nick watched with a smile.

  He and Hunter had spent the rest of the day watching movies, and Nick had to admit they’d…cuddled, Ella heavy on their laps on the couch being spoiled rotten, the fire crackling and mindless gun battles on TV.

  It had been the most relaxing day Nick could remember in ages. There had been no more daddy/boy talk—he preferred to keep that roleplaying for sex and not have it bleed into everyday life. Some people enjoyed a twenty-four-seven dom/sub dynamic, but Nick liked a more equal balance.

  Not that he and Hunter would have a routine or life together or anything even close. Christ, they’d barely met—it was still day one. This would be a temporary diversion. Hunter might not even want to have sex again—although Nick really hoped he did. Nick hadn’t initiated anything else, and although they’d sat close on the couch, Hunter snug under his arm, they’d only kissed briefly.

  On the threshold of his bedroom, it struck Nick again that Hunter was the first man to spend the night since Eric’s death. He hesitated for a heartbeat as Hunter’s footsteps thudded softly back up the stairs toward him, then he pushed the door open all the way and switched on the overhead light.

  He’d fucked other men in the bed—which was a new one he’d bought a few years prior. It was beyond foolish to make a big deal of the fact Hunter would be sleeping there.

  “It’s nice,” Hunter said, following tentatively and peering around. He shut the door, chuckling as Ella’s indignant bark of protest echoed.

  “Thanks. It’s comfortable.” Nick looked around at the king-sized bed in a rustic wooden frame to the right, matching side tables with dark orange glass lamps, a tall dresser, and multicolored throw rugs on either side of the bed.

  Hunter motioned to the framed artwork—Group of Seven prints of windswept trees. “Those are pretty.” He approached the window opposite the door and pulled aside a dark curtain. “Oh, there’s a river! I think.” He cupped his hands around his eyes. “Not much moon tonight with the clouds, but at least the snow has stopped blowing.”

  Nick flipped off the light so they could see better before joining him, their arms brushing. He burned to pull Hunter close and touch him all over, but since Hunter couldn’t just leave, Nick refused to make him feel obligated. “Yes, it’s a small river. Cuts through this corner of the property.”

  “Do you skate on it?”

  Nick hadn’t skated in years, and never on this particular river, but the thought of anyone out on the ice gripped him with a pulse of fear that sucked the air from his lungs.

  He managed, “No,” and sounded normal enough that Hunter didn’t seem to notice anything amiss, still peering out the glass at the faint curve of the river hugging the clearing, dark forest beyond.

  “It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see the trees.” He looked up at Nick. “Assuming you still want my help.”

  “Yes.” He was relieved to be back on solid ground, shoving away thoughts of icy water. “I’ll teach you to use the baler. There’s a lot of work to catch up on.” He was looking forward to it, and undeniably glad Hunter wouldn’t be vanishing come morning.

  “Is it cool if I shower before bed?” Hunter asked. “I usually do.”

  “Of course. I’ll get you towels. The bathroom’s in there.” He nodded toward the en suite, turning on the overhead light before grabbing towels from the linen closet in the hall. He ignored Ella’s huffs before shutting the bedroom door again.

  “Whoa,” Hunter said when Nick joined him in the bathroom. “That’s a hell of a shower.”

  “I suppose it is,” Nick agreed with a smile.

  The tile was slate gray, the spacious shower extending across the rear of the bathroom with multiple jets embedded in the walls and overhead. Double sinks in an off-white vanity with a wide mirror were to the right, the toilet to the left.

  Christ, Nick wanted to tug Hunter under the jets and kiss him until they couldn’t breathe, but… Although Hunter had begged to be fucked—and it had been incredible—it had all moved so fast, and the responsible thing was to put on the brakes.

  “Enjoy it,” Nick said, passing over the towels.

  “Um, yeah. Thanks?”

  Nick nodded and closed the door behind him, giving Hunter privacy. He stood by the window and heard the water turn on after a minute.

  A virgin.

  Nick hadn�
�t been with a virgin in… Jesus, possibly decades. On one hand he felt incredibly old, but it also filled him with a tenderness he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

  He’d been telling the truth when he’d said he didn’t mind that Hunter was a virgin. How could he mind that Hunter had been so eager to gift Nick his body, being his good boy with such pure passion?

  After the sex, Hunter had been warm and pliant in his arms, pressing wet little kisses to Nick’s neck and nuzzling against his beard. Nick would have been content to stay there for hours, but he’d cleaned them up, and they’d gotten dressed. He’d wanted to give Hunter time to process what they’d shared.

  Now they were going to sleep together, and Nick felt strangely out of his depth.

  A virgin.

  Had he been considerate enough? Did Hunter want to have sex again? He had to leave the ball in Hunter’s court no matter how much he wanted to march into the bathroom, sweep him into his arms, and kiss him for hours. He had to get a grip. Fucking him was one thing. More than that was off the table. It had to be.

  Why? I know I’m a hard act to follow, but you’ve been brooding alone in the forest for long enough.

  Eric’s voice stubbornly filled his head. Nick wanted to argue with it, which was surely a sign that he had been brooding alone too long.

  He’s a breath of fresh air. I like him. And you like being daddy again. Don’t deny it—you were always a terrible liar.

  It was true. And Hunter had so much innocent need. It called to Nick, to instincts deep within him. Eric hadn’t been young and insecure the same way Hunter was, but he’d questioned himself more than he should have.

  Because he’d had to be in such control at the hospital, he’d craved submission and freedom from being the one in charge. After a stressful shift, he’d come home and beg for it, wanting to be a bad boy who had to be spanked. Nick had reveled in giving him the peace and release he’d needed, finding his own soul-deep pleasure in it.