Out for the Holidays: An Out Novella

by Cara Dee

  “What’re you waiting for, Zach?” Akira yelled from the terrace.

  “Henry!” I gave her a duh expression. Henry was in the bathroom, and I wasn’t getting in that tub without him.

  In the meantime, I took control of the music and changed it to something better than classic rock. We needed club remixes for this. Then I made myself a huge Violet Haze to drink, and Henry got a Tequila Sunrise.

  When my man finally returned, we headed out to the terrace and set our drinks on the edge of the Jacuzzi.

  “Are you guys naked in there?” I peered into the water, as if I could see past the bubbles. “I don’t wanna scare anyone with my nakedness if you brought swimsuits.”

  If there was one thing I’d lost in my year as a model, it was my modesty. For the most part.

  “Oh, just drop your panties,” Akira huffed. Raising herself up slightly, she made it perfectly clear she wasn’t wearing a bikini top. Fair enough. “We wanna see what the fluffer bragged about earlier.”

  I laughed, whereas Henry abruptly stopped unzipping his shorts.

  “I will fucking punish you, Zachary,” he told me.

  I puckered my lips in a kiss, then shed my clothes and got in. Oh God, yes. The hot water was perfect. Kinda like my evening so far. And speaking of punishments to improve my night further… Given his current, hot-as-fuck bottom mood, the only one who had to worry about punishments was him.

  “Don’t forget to give us a show.” I winked and took a sip of my drink.

  He narrowed his eyes at me, only to give up and mutter something about “youngsters these days.” He wasn’t a particularly modest man either, so he got rid of his clothes and merely sighed and shook his head at Akira’s catcalling.

  I made room for him, wanting to sit on his lap and snuggle. “Who are you kidding, Henry?” I murmured in his ear, and I sat down sideways across his thighs. “You love your youngster. Especially, you know, when he’s a pain in your ass.”

  His eyes danced with silent laughter at my pun, and he didn’t deny it. And because he was a natural-born ass addict, he slipped a hand under me and circled my asshole with a finger.

  “Behave.” I suppressed a shiver.

  “I can’t help it.” He circled my opening a few more times before pushing a digit inside.

  Jesus. I cleared my throat. “Here. I got you a Tequila Sunrise.” I handed him his drink.

  “I saw that,” he chuckled. “You know what tequila does to me, though.”

  I didn’t want the warning. I wanted the results. Henry drunk on tequila was intoxicating—and totally worth taking care of his intense hangover.

  “Room for one more?” Oh joy, Joseph was joining us.

  “And us.” That was better. Julian showed up with Noah, who was already tossing his clothes on the ground. “I bring pot.”

  “My hero,” Akira sang. “Now I just need Hallie.” She spoke of her girlfriend. “This tub is turning into a sausage fest.”

  I laughed and nearly choked on my drink. “We can talk some more about your tits if you think that evens the score a bit.”

  She loved to talk about those.

  For emphasis, she cupped her ladies and blew me a kiss.

  “I think the only one here who hasn’t touched them is Henry.”

  Henry hummed but was too busy finger-fucking me to respond.

  “And us,” Julian repeated. He was blushing as he got into the tub, and Noah positioned him like Henry had me. I was happy to have them between us and Joseph.

  “So much hotness around.” I waggled my eyebrows at Noah and Julian and shifted on Henry’s lap. Catching Akira’s huff, I humored her. “Yes, sure, even you, girl.”

  “You guys are fucking nuts,” Tyrese said with a rich chuckle.

  “When did you touch Akira’s breasts?” Henry asked, confused.

  I scratched my nose, thinking back on the exact occasion. It was a shoot. “The Christmas campaign last year, right?”

  Akira nodded. “One of the bolder shots. Zach’s hands were my bra.”

  “That was a good one,” Tyrese noted. “First time I thought the makeup on a dude was actually hot.”

  I’d gotten good publicity for that shoot, I remembered. There was a lot of black and gold going on.

  “Ah, now I remember,” Henry said. “You were incredibly sexy.” He kissed my jaw and stroked me high up on my thigh.

  If I got hard in the tub, I’d end up doing something that wasn’t fit for public consumption, so I nudged Henry’s hand away from my butt.

  “That was when Brooklyn made me the head of makeup.” Joseph’s comment sounded too much like bragging than a casual recollection. I snorted and sipped more of my drink.

  “Guys…?” Julian offered the joint to anyone who wanted.

  To my surprise, it was Henry who spoke up. “Oh, it’s been decades. I shouldn’t.” He looked tempted.

  I grinned, always happy to learn new things about my man. “Let’s discuss this,” I said for only him to hear, and I accepted the joint and took a brief pull from it. “I wanna know how you got high while I was still in diapers.”

  “What’re you two whispering about?” Akira demanded.

  “Zach’s being a dirty little boy,” Henry drawled. I smiled widely, took another hit, then handed it to him. As he inhaled from it, I slowly let out the sweet smoke. “Is Mexico still bad?”

  I shook my head no. I was having a great time, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t excited to go home.

  Eventually, Akira’s girlfriend arrived, and we drank and smoked and laughed at bad jokes until we were hoarse. Henry was high enough to be able to admit he was curious about Akira’s transition to become who she was. He asked about her surgery and journey in general. And Akira being Akira when she was drunk, she made it about her rack. On a day off, she worked hard to raise awareness about transgender people. On a night off, she was all, “But check out my boobs!” She was adorable.

  My shoulders shook with laughter as she swam closer to us so Henry could touch her tits.

  “They’re softer than I expected,” he mused.

  “And your hand is kinda amazing,” Akira said frankly, taking a puff from a new joint.

  Henry removed his hand. “Jesus. Imagine Martin’s face when I tell him I went to Cancún and fondled a woman.”

  Noah and I guffawed at that, before Julian declared it was “his turn.” That spoke volumes about how high he was.

  “I’m gonna tease you relentlessly about this tomorrow,” Noah murmured and nuzzled Julian’s neck. In response, Julian sucked in a breath and grew rigid, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t for what Noah had said…as much as what Noah might be doing underwater.

  The thought sent a lazy thrill down my spine, rocking through me slowly, so fucking thoroughly. I tilted my head at Henry as he finished his drink, and the second he set down the glass, I leaned in and kissed him.

  He smiled into the kiss, his hands rubbing my thigh and lower back.

  “Don’t you have a hotel room for that?” Joseph asked tightly.

  I broke the kiss and looked over at Noah and Julian—wait. What? Oh, that was rich. Noah and Julian were possibly fucking, and Joseph was chastising Henry and me for kissing?

  Joseph, sweetie, your jealousy is showing.

  I chuckled at the underlying anger in Joseph’s eyes before I stole another kiss from Henry. “Come on, hon. Let’s go.” Probably best we got a move on while I wasn’t yet indecently hard.

  Henry followed me out of the Jacuzzi, and I wrestled my way back into my clothes. The pot was preventing me from getting hotheaded, and Joseph could consider himself lucky for that.

  “Christ,” I snickered, seeing Henry struggling with his pants. Stepping closer, I steadied him and kissed his lazy grin, then helped him with the buttons. “How much did you smoke?”

  “Too much for my age,” he whispered. “I’m high, darling.”

  I laughed. “You’re cute as fuck too.”

  The others, besides Jos
eph, were too busy with their own romances to care we were leaving the party, so we returned inside without anyone mentioning anything.

  The music was louder in the living room, and everyone was drunk off their ass. Henry snuck up behind me and pressed his mouth to my neck, quickly derailing my thoughts. Maybe we didn’t have to go back to our suite yet…

  “I want you,” he muttered in my ear. “I’ve suffered all night, having you on my lap.”

  I shuddered and turned in his arms. “Wanna stay and dance and drink for a while?”

  He shook his head and kissed me hard, parting my lips with a swipe of his tongue. “I want to fuck. Don’t deny me.”

  Lust bolted through me, causing my head to swim. One look at his handsome face and the sheer need in his eyes was enough to surrender, but I was gonna take that control back. I wanted him to beg.

  I ghosted my knuckles over his scruffy cheek. “You’re acting like a whore.”

  He lowered his gaze and flushed, only to take another kiss so hard and passionate that I lost my footing.

  “You can take me in the bathroom,” he suggested under his breath.

  I groaned and deepened the kiss. I had a better idea than the bathroom, though. And call me a prick, but I didn’t care. Pushing my man through the party crowd, I guided him backward to Joseph’s bedroom.

  “I may be high, but I’m pretty sure,” Henry said, breathing heavily, “this is petty.”

  I closed the door behind us, and the music faded to a muted thudding.

  “Do you care?” I unbuttoned his shirt and started kissing his chest.

  “Not one bit—Jesus Christ.” He hissed when I grazed my teeth around a nipple and sucked lightly on it. “Do whatever you want with me.”

  His words went straight to my cock. Joseph’s bedroom was next to the living room, meaning the two areas shared the same view of the patio. I wanted Henry up against those glass doors, my cock drilling into him, while the others were mere feet away, enjoying the party in the hot tub.

  “Unzip me.” I kissed him hungrily and began backing him up toward the doors. “Feel how hard you make me?”

  “Yes,” he whispered, wrapping his fingers around my dick. He shuddered and looked down between us as I spread my hands over his chest and kissed his neck. “I could watch your cock for hours. I love touching it.”

  “It’s about to fuck you.” I nipped at his chin and smiled at his sharp intake of air. “Hands on the glass, baby.”

  While he undid his pants and turned around, I retrieved a single packet of lube from my wallet and coated my cock. Wanting to savor the moment before he stunned me right back into being his slut, I decided to push him deeper into his mind-set. I sank to my knees behind him and squeezed his firm ass, spreading the cheeks to expose him to me.

  “Oh hell, not again.” He hung his head and moaned. “You’ve already got me going crazy, Zachary. I can’t take—” He could take it, and he gasped as I leaned in and licked his hole softly. “Jesus fuck.”

  I teased him mercilessly with soft and unhurried tongue kisses. Whenever I entered him, he clenched down and breathed harder. But I wanted more. I wanted the shameless pleas.

  “Who does this sexy ass belong to?” I pushed two fingers inside and licked around them. I caught the movement of his right hand, letting me know he was stroking himself. “Go on. Tell me, Henry.”

  “You—only you. Fuck me now.” He grunted and trembled. “God, Zach. Please fuck me.”

  And I couldn’t fucking resist. I’d make him beg properly before he got off, though. I rose off the floor and jacked my slick cock, then inched closer and let him feel me. I slid the head of me between his cheeks and rubbed him until he was pushing back in an attempt to get more.

  “Zachary.” His voice was laced with impatience.

  “That’s not the magic word.” I slapped my hand to one of his cheeks and squeezed roughly, my fingers digging in. “Did you forget?”

  He hung his head again and breathed deeply. “Please. Please push your perfect cock inside me.”

  “Mm, much better.” I forced myself inside slowly. “God.” A breath gusted out of me. “You’re always so tight.” With a firm grip on his hips, I withdrew and pushed in again. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. “Fuck yourself on me. Show me how much you want it.”

  He kept one hand on the glass, the other on his dick, and pushed back carefully. He was there, I could sense it, in that mind-set where he tested the waters. Possessiveness flooded my senses, turning my touches into reassuring caresses. I wanted to take care of him.

  “Amazing,” he breathed.

  “You can go harder, love.” I slipped a hand under his open shirt and rubbed his back. “Do you do those exercises you told me about?” There were few things I loved more than making sex mind-blowing for him, so when he’d told me to train my muscles, I’d started and never stopped. It wasn’t only women who did Kegels. “Do you keep yourself this tight for my sake?”

  “Of course I do.” Goose bumps appeared where my hand touched him, and he met my next thrust with more force. “I want it to be good for you.”

  I cursed and swallowed the rush of lust, gaze zeroing in on every inch he took of me. He’d made me do it in front of him once. The clenching. It’d been one of the hottest experiences ever, and I wasn’t gonna miss out.

  “You’ll show me sometime.” I reached down and cupped my balls as he eased away. “I’ll have you on all fours like you did with me, and I’ll watch you do them. And I’ll come…right here.” I slid a finger along his crease.

  He let out a groan that caused me to lose my composure. Gripping his hips again, I shoved my cock deep and planted my forehead between his shoulder blades. It was only the beginning, and I started fucking him like my body demanded. In long, deep thrusts, I pushed him closer to the glass doors, and his sexy sounds grew urgent and heavy.

  “Fuck, you feel incredible,” I grunted.

  My body flushed with heat, and everything around us disappeared. Henry finally got to begging—begging me to fuck him harder, deeper, faster, because he wanted to feel it afterward. He wanted the ache and the soreness to remind him how I’d taken him.

  “That’s not all you’ll feel,” I promised huskily. “I won’t let you clean up after this.” I sucked in a sharp breath as he clenched down on me. “You can thank your lucky stars your pants are black, ’cause you’ll walk around with my come inside you.”

  “Oh God,” he groaned. “It won’t work. I’ll feel it down my legs.”

  “Good.” I gnashed my teeth together, speeding up. The chase was on, and I lost myself in the swirls of pleasure that raged inside me. “You know you love it. It drives you fucking crazy when your little boy uses your ass like this. Doesn’t it?”

  He moaned unintelligibly.

  The click of a door broke through my haze, albeit weakly. I shoved my cock deep and lazily dragged my hooded gaze toward the door behind me. Motherfucker. I didn’t stop fucking Henry, who clearly hadn’t noticed our visitor. Joseph stood there, fucking gaping. Jaw dropped, shock written across his face.

  My mouth twisted into a dark smirk. The thrill turned me into a gloating bastard, I guess. ’Cause fuck that motherfucker. I merely faced my man again, murmured how good he felt around my cock, how I couldn’t fucking wait to empty myself inside his ass, and how much I loved him.

  “Fuck, close,” he growled. “More, darling. Please take me—”

  I rammed in, effectively stealing his breath. The euphoria nearly blinded me, and I barely registered the second click of the door. One quick glance told me we were alone again, and I shuddered, finding my focus once more. I took in the sounds, the heady scent of us, the slick push and pull, and the sensations erupting.

  I came with a breathless, gritty warning. I rocked into him jerkily, out of control, and bit out a curse when he lost it too. His muscles tightened impossibly around me as he released in bursts, and I managed to fuck him through our orgasms.

  He painted the g
lass door with his release.

  Joseph could have it.

  “Oh my God…” I rolled over and threw the covers over my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Henry.”

  How was this even possible? He’d been so fucked last night, and now he was letting the sun come in at hell-no o’clock.

  “Let’s have breakfast.” The bed shifted with his weight, and he yanked away the covers to plant a kiss between my shoulder blades. “I’m showered, ready to go, and starving.”

  “This isn’t happening.” I buried my face in the pillow. “How are you not hungover?”

  “I don’t know,” he mused. “The only pain I woke up with was a delicious one in my ass.”

  Yeah, well. The pain I woke up with was my boyfriend.

  “I’m dying,” I groaned. My head was killing me, as if there was a flock of woodpeckers trying to peck their way out of my skull. With hammers.

  To make matters worse, my phone rang. Somewhere.

  “I’ll get it for you.” Henry left the bed and located the offending object, answering it. “Zach’s phone, Henry speaking.” There was a slight pause. “Good morning, dear. Yes, he’s—what?”

  Lifting my head, I cracked an eye open to check the time. And I wanted to kick him in the fucking shin! It was seven forty-five. I didn’t have a shoot until after lunch.

  “Oh my.” Henry sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand going to my shoulder. “Well, sure. I’m shocked, to be honest.”

  I sighed and figured I wouldn’t be getting any more sleep. Might as well get up.

  “I’ll let him know,” Henry said. “You too, Brooklyn. Goodbye.” He ended the call and landed a hand on my buttocks. “You’ll never believe this, Zach. Joseph quit his job.”

  Holy shit.

  Chapter 7

  I’m Gonna Say It, I’m Gonna Say It

  “You could let me say it once,” I pointed out.

  “I could,” he agreed. He turned the page in the LA Times and adjusted his glasses. A flight attendant walked past and offered us drinks, so I got a glass of bubbly, and Henry ordered a Bailey’s with his coffee.