White Hot Holidays 6: Christmas Lovers

by Jan Springer

  His solid erection pulsed inside Connor’s ass and he loved the silky, unfamiliar full feeling of being impaled on a man’s cock. His own desire grew as his anal muscles eagerly clenched the intruder.

  Then Santana began fucking him.

  Starting with a slow, steady rhythm and building quickly into dark, carnal plunges. The solid length of the man’s cock drove harder, faster. With every thrust his own cock pulsed as Santana’s rod pressed against his sensitive prostrate gland.

  Shit! He could literally feel his testicles tightening. Could feel the blood engorging up his swollen shaft. The impending pleasure threatening to consume him any second.

  He cried out as Tangle’s hot hand clasped his rod. She was there. Naked. On her hands and knees beside him while Santana fucked his ass.

  She smiled teasingly as she reached out. Her fingers clutched him, twisted his shaft until Connor was perspiring and shaking so hard with arousal he thought he would simply explode. Her other hand expertly massaged his balls until he was gasping out for mercy.

  His breath caught as she lay down on the carpet and wiggled beneath him and splayed herself out like a luscious offering.

  “Fuck her, Connor. Fuck her while I fuck you,” Santana groaned.

  Jesus.

  “I’m so ready, Connor. So horny watching you two,” Tangle said softly.

  His breath ripped from his mouth as her fingers wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock. She was pulling at him. Pulling him down.

  Santana’s engorged cock stilled in his ass allowing Connor to spread his knees onto each side of Tangle’s hips. He hissed as a zip of pain ripped through one of his injured legs in the awkward position. He ignored it.

  They both cried out as Connor sank deep into her pussy. Her velvety muscles wrapped around him and welcomed him in. Her cunt felt so soft. So wet.

  “Follow my moves, man,” Santana ordered in a strangled voice. He started thrusting into his ass again. Connor immediately understood. Quickly he found the black man’s rhythm and moved with him. As he slid out of Tangle’s tight sheath, Santana slid out of his ass. As he plunged into Tangle, Santana thrust into him.

  Tangle’s eyes were closed tightly. Her cheeks flushed pink. Soft gasps escaped her slightly parted lips as he slammed into her and Santana into him.

  Oh yeah, she liked it hard. He could tell by the way her cunt grabbed at his cock and didn’t want to let go.

  He liked it too. Loved the way his cock hardened inside her. Loved the way Santana’s cock was hardening inside him. The fullness of the black man’s flesh impaling him felt fantastic.

  He groaned as spasms from her vagina embraced and squeezed his erection.

  She was coming. Coming hard. Coming fast.

  Her face twisted into a serene bliss and she cried out her release. Her plump breasts jiggled beneath him with their thrusts. It wasn’t long before blades of arousal zipped through his lower belly and his entire body tensed.

  Oh yeah!

  “I’m coming,” he hissed.

  The explosion hit. It tore through his balls in jagged bolts. Ripped up his cock like a bolt of lightning. He shuddered beneath the pleasure assault and he came inside Tangle.

  A moment later on a hoarse, guttural shout, the black man came inside him.

  Chapter Six

  “I need to get cleaned up,” Santana groaned moments later after the three of them had separated. The black man winked at her, got up and walked into the nearby bathroom to give them an intimate moment alone.

  “How…how was it?” she breathed as the two of them sat facing each other on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

  “It was fantastic. I’ve never felt so…high.” His eyes were glazed, as if he were truly high, Tangle noted. She was thrilled his first same-sex experience and ménage had worked out so well.

  “Watching the two of you… I never thought I could be so turned-on.”

  Connor’s gaze darkened and he suddenly helped her to her feet. “I want more.”

  She heard Santana coming out of the bathroom. Licked her lips as Connor’s cock hardened. Her heart crashed against her chest as she heard the sound of another condom pack being ripped open. Then Santana came up behind her. She didn’t have to be told the solid piece of heated flesh pressing against her bare ass was his rigid cock.

  God! Santana was already rock-hard again!

  “I’ve been dying to fuck you for so long,” Santana whispered softly. He gently kissed the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder. His warm lips made her flesh tingle, made her want more of his kisses.

  “Your skin feels so silky, Tangle. Bring your arms behind your back for me.”

  Excitement roared through her. She couldn’t move. She felt off balance at the wild lust splashed across Connor’s face as he watched Santana pressing in behind her. His cheeks were flushed and the brilliant lust in his eyes made her body tighten with need.

  Connor’s thick shaft was once again stretched outward from his matt of curls. Below it, she spotted the two swollen egg-shaped spheres bulging against his sac. One hand was wrapped tightly around the base of his swollen erection and the fingers of his other hand stroked the pulsing blue vein that ran up his cock.

  “Do as he says, Tangle,” he whispered.

  Her lower belly clenched as she brought both her arms back, allowing her breasts to push out. Something cold and metallic snapped around her wrists and she heard the click of the handcuffs slamming home.

  Her pussy throbbed with excitement. She was now their captive.

  Her breathing became rougher as she followed Connor’s gaze to her breasts. They heaved up and down with her every breath. Her nipples were elongating, flushing a bright red as blood pumped into them.

  “Spread your legs for him, Tangle,” Connor whispered as he continued to stroke his shaft.

  Taking a slow, shuddering breath she did as Connor said.

  “I can already see the pleasure on your face, Tangle,” he whispered. “And it’s turning me on big-time.”

  “She’s beautiful. Absolute perfection,” Santana whispered.

  A deep, sinking sexual awareness churned in her lower belly as Santana crouched behind her, his dark knees came down on the plush carpet between her legs. A moment later his warm, moist lips slid over her right ass cheek in sweet, gentle kisses.

  Her legs trembled at the delightful touches of a man’s mouth on her ass and she thought her legs might give out.

  Connor came closer. His fingertips brushed teasingly along the curve of her neck, over her collarbone and along the side curves of her breasts.

  With her hands cuffed she could do nothing but stand there as the two men explored and touched her intimately. Connor tweaked and pinched her nipples until they burned and her breasts felt wonderfully achy. Santana’s velvety lips continued to slide over her ass cheeks with occasional nips from sharp teeth that made her ass blaze just as wickedly as her nipples.

  Connor’s hands came down and slid over her waist. The intense heat of his palms on her flesh made her cunt cream even more. Wetness dripped along the insides of her thighs. She cried out when Santana’s hot tongue suddenly lapped against her sensitive clit.

  She bucked violently.

  Connor chuckled at her reaction and his hands slowly skimmed along her hips, brushing her flesh with featherlight touches that made her gyrate.

  Santana’s tongue swiped back and forth against her clit and she bucked again, spreading her legs wider.

  “So fucking sweet,” Santana murmured. “And already sopping wet. She’s already ready for us.”

  His tongue speared into her pussy, hot and demanding, stroking the walls of her vagina and pressing against her ultrasensitive G-spot.

  Perspiration popped out on her flesh as he pushed harder, rubbing and pressing her sensitive spot until the pressure turned into a deep, odd pleasure.

  Wicked tremors coursed through her. She closed her eyes. Her body grew feverish with need. Her pussy felt hot. Heavy. S
oaked.

  She cried out as Santana’s hot tongue left her dripping pussy. A moment later slurping sounds split the air as the big black man lubed his cock.

  In front of her, Connor’s heavy breaths ripped through the air. His hand guided his solid erection between her pussy lips and lodged at her tiny vaginal opening. His hands then resettled onto the curves of her full hips.

  “Oh yes! Please, Connor. Fuck me.” She was so hot now. So ready. She could barely keep her eyes open.

  But she’d didn’t have any problems opening them when moments later the giant mushroom-shaped lubed cock head pressed against her trembling little anal hole.

  She whimpered, momentary fear intermingling with her arousal. She’d forgotten how big Santana’s cock was.

  “Shh, I’m here, baby,” Connor said softly. He nodded at Santana and she could feel his thick, hot cock press eagerly against her tightly clenched anal ring. In a moment he pushed past and slipped into her ass.

  Tangle dug her fingers into her palms and her breath caught as Connor’s cock sank slowly into her vagina. Her ring gave way and her anal muscles clenched around Santana’s thick invasion.

  She moaned. Pressure made her try to move away from them, but Connor’s hands kept her firm.

  “She’s so goddamn tight,” Santana panted.

  Tangle couldn’t stop herself from moaning as the two big cocks burned into her.

  Sweet heavens, she could feel every long inch moving inside her two channels! Pleasure-pain burned into her ass making her grimace. Making her whimper over and over. Santana’s hard, heated cock bore into her like a thick piece of hot metal.

  Connor’s hot mouth melted over her quivering lips, trapping her moans. From somewhere far away, she could hear Santana’s hoarse whisper, “I’m almost fully inside her. Just one more inch.”

  Her cunt watered as Connor’s thick plum-shaped cock head moved its way deeper into her. Unbelievable thickness powered into her.

  Santana’s hands came around to her front. He cupped her swollen breasts and held tight as he rammed his final inch into her.

  She was now impaled on both men’s cocks. Locked into them. Sandwiched between them, anxiously waiting for them to do to her whatever they wanted.

  It made her want to scream at them to hurry. To hurry and make her fly with arousal. Every nerve ending was on fire. Her cunt muscles quivered around Connor’s burning cock. Her asshole blazed with Santana’s thick rod.

  Santana’s hands were moving over her breasts now, tweaking her nipples.

  The lower half of Connor was pushed into her belly. His pubic bones were grinding against hers and his swollen balls were pressing against her flesh.

  Suddenly Connor stopped kissing her.

  “Open your eyes, Tangle,” he whispered.

  She did as he asked. It was hard though. So hard to open her eyes.

  “We’re going to fuck you now, Tangle. We’re going to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming and begging us to never stop.”

  She gave a little excited cry at his words.

  What she was experiencing so far from the double penetration—the pleasure-pain from two massive rods burning deep inside her—made her wonder how much carnal anguish she might be able to handle.

  Her mind spiraled as both of the men slid their hard erections out of her.

  She cried out as Connor thrust into her in one swift plunge. As he withdrew, Santana’s huge shaft rammed into her ass.

  Tangle arched against them, not knowing whether to push her ass into the exquisite pleasure-pain Santana created or if she should press into Connor’s wildly delicious plunges.

  They continued to pump into her tight holes with an exquisite tempo.

  They fucked her hard. Fast and furious. They used her viciously. Invaded her channels with their rigid shafts.

  She writhed and bucked against them, eagerly accepting their heated thrusts. They made her come over and over again. Made her burn and shatter. Showered her with carnal pleasure-pain and exquisite joy. Her mind filled with nothing but ecstasy.

  Their two cocks destroyed her.

  Made her scream. Made her want more and more.

  Perspiration drenched her and sexual exhaustion eventually took hold.

  Finally they both ejaculated into her.

  * * * * *

  Christmas Day

  Connor stared out the frost-laced window whistling beneath his breath as the bright Christmas morning sunshine peeked over the snowcapped mountains on the other side of the valley.

  “Looks beautiful, doesn’t it?” Tangle said.

  She stretched lazily in the bed where the two men had tucked her after fucking her all day yesterday.

  Man! She looked so beautiful after all that fucking. Her eyes sparkled. Her cheeks were pink and she just seemed to have a wonderful satisfied glow around her.

  She was the best Christmas present he could ever have hoped for.

  “I could spend the rest of my Christmases up here…with you,” he admitted softly. “But only if you stop working for Kidnap Fantasies. I want you all to myself.”

  She smiled and he nearly came on the spot at the gorgeous burst of dimples exploding in her cheeks.

  “With you I won’t need Kidnap Fantasies.”

  “I didn’t say we’d give up Kidnap Fantasies…just that you stop working for them.”

  She got his meaning because her eyes widened and her mouth opened into an “O”. The sight of her luscious lips parted like that made his cock throb for some more heavy-duty lip action from her.

  Obviously she saw his cock hardening because she shook her head slowly.

  “We should go down and make Santana breakfast. And open the presents he brought for us yesterday, if only not to be rude.”

  “I’d rather be rude and stay in bed with you,” Connor chuckled, and reached out to her. He was ready to make love to her again but Tangle’s frown stopped him.

  “What?”

  “It’s awfully quiet down there. I think I hear the car starting up.”

  “Can’t be. He said he’d hang around today and take us to the airport tomorrow.”

  “Maybe we should check. Besides, I’ve worked up quite an appetite with all this delicious fucking. I need food or I’ll be totally helpless when you two decide to fuck me again.”

  “Helpless sounds good.”

  She giggled. “For you maybe.”

  They both jumped as the phone beside the bed rang. Connor reached for it.

  “Hey, Connor! Merry Christmas!”

  “Santana?” What the hell was he doing phoning?

  “Just wanted to let you know what a great time I had.”

  “Where are you? I thought you were downstairs.”

  “On my way to my next assignment, man. Just wanted to let you know that while the two of you slept I stocked your fridge compliments of Kidnap Fantasies.”

  Connor blinked in confusion.

  “I’ll be by to pick you up in two weeks.”

  “Two weeks?”

  Tangle’s head snapped up.

  “Yep, so enjoy yourselves. Tell Tangle we’ve cleared it with her boss so she doesn’t have to worry about her job. Compliments of Kidnap Fantasies. Oh, and you’ll find cross-country skis, a sled and tons more condoms for you to use or not to use under the tree. Don’t want that awesome mountain scenery to go to waste. Merry Christmas! Ho! Ho! Ho!”

  The line went dead.

  Connor found himself laughing. “I’ll be damned.”

  “What?”

  “That was Santana on the phone.”

  “I thought he was downstairs?”

  Connor shook his head. “Nope, you were right. He took off with the car. Says we’ve got this place for another two weeks and for you not to worry about your nursing job. Kidnap Fantasies has taken care of everything. Consider it a Christmas present from them.”

  The smile on Tangle’s face was priceless and Connor found his heart filling up with love and his balls becoming
tighter.

  “By the look in your eyes I get the feeling I’m not going to be getting any food for a while?” Tangle giggled.

  “Nope, not for a long time, baby. Not for a hell of a long time.”

  About the Author

  Jan Springer is the pseudonym for an award winning best selling author who writes erotic romance and romantic suspense at a secluded cabin nestled in the Haliburton Highlands, Ontario, Canada.

  She has enjoyed careers in hairstyling and accounting, but her first love is always writing. Hobbies include kayaking, gardening, hiking, traveling, reading and writing.

  Jan welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Avenue, Akron, OH 44310-3502.

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