Santa's Perfect Package: A Collection of Holiday Romances

by KB Winters

  “Want something to drink?”

  Jasper and Bryce exchanged a long look that was, at first, predatory and then they both smiled. “We’re good. Everything we want is right here.” Jasper took my hand and pulled me closer until I stood between these two hunks of man meat, hot and big, and surrounding me with the absolute maleness.

  “Good.” I could hear how breathless I sounded but I guessed it made sense since I was the meat in a man sandwich. Jasper’s hands went to my hips and pulled me back so I could feel his hard length pressed into my ass and I pulled Bryce with me, cupping his face and bringing his mouth to mine. And fuck me, when Jasper’s lips touched my neck, every inch of my skin electrified. My blood heated, turning to lava as it slogged through my veins in a dense fog of lust. “Yes,” I moaned.

  We were all still fully dressed and my panties were drenched, my nipples hardened against all the big, sculpted goodness that was Bryce’s chest. Four strong hands began to touch me all over, setting me on fire and I didn’t know where—or who—to touch first. Turned out I didn’t have to worry about it, because they were happy to lead.

  For now.

  Jasper’s hands slid up my shirt, big warm hands heating my bare back and sliding around to cup my tits. His fingers closed around my nipples, pressing until a delicious burning ache settled between my legs, leaking all over Bryce’s exploring, thrusting fingers. “Oh fuck!” All the erogenous zones were lit up in neon flashing lights, like there was a chain connecting my tits and my pussy. My legs began to shake.

  “Let go,” Jasper whispered in my ear, squeezing my nipples even harder and I did as he instructed. I let the orgasm carry me to the clouds, pulsing around Bryce’s long thick fingers, while Jasper took my weight against him.

  “Fuck!”

  Bryce pulled his fingers out of me slowly, slow aftershocks making me clench around him. “Such a tight little pussy.” He grinned as he licked his fingers clean. “Tasty too.”

  “Dirty, dirty,” I admonished with what I hoped was a sultry smile. “Let’s take this party to the bedroom guys.”

  “You heard her,” Jasper told Bryce and I heard the smile in his voice as he lifted me in the air. “To the bedroom. Grab the champagne.”

  My mind raced with possibilities of what we could do with champagne but all I could think of was licking it off their long, thick cocks. “Yeah, grab the champagne,” I called out, smiling at Bryce whose gaze was fixed between my legs.

  “Oh, I got it babe, and I can’t fucking wait.”

  If it was humanly possible, my pussy got even wetter. “You and me both,” I replied and licked my lips. His deep laugh grew closer and when Jasper lowered me to the floor, his hands immediately began to undress me. Then Bryce’s hands joined in, removing everything except the red lace-top stockings.

  “Fuck me, but you’re one sexy woman.” Jasper’s smooth voice shot another arrow of lust through me, my nipples beaded at the sound.

  “So hot,” Bryce agreed and lifted me easily to toss me on the bed. “Spread those legs wide, sweet thing.”

  I shivered at his words. Big buff Bryce was such a sweetheart, a gentleman who was at odds with his muscle man exterior. I grabbed both knees and spread my legs, exposing my wet pussy to them. “Is this wide enough?”

  Neither man responded, they both undressed to their boxer briefs, giving me a delicious preview of what was to come. So many muscles and so much skin on display, rippling and manicured on Jasper and wild and rough on Bryce. My hands reached out to touch them both, eager to feel the heat, the sweat slicked skin as the fire burned all around us. Their muscles jumped under my hand and suddenly there were two sets of lips wrapped around a nipple each, pulling and sucking hard enough to make me cry out my pleasure. “Oh yes!”

  The sensation of having both breasts pleasured was too much already, everything was doubled, intensified until every inch of me felt on edge. I couldn’t stop my body from writhing just as I couldn’t stop my hands from spearing through each head attached to my body. Jasper’s soft blond waves felt like silk around my fingers while Bryce’s thicker darker hair curled around me, clung to me and I grinned. And then my back arched off the bed as two fingers slipped inside my pussy. “Oh god,” I cried out as they moved, first at different speeds which made it clear they were both inside me. Then they matched their speeds—on my tits and my pussy—and I felt my body sizzle and seize from another impending orgasm.

  “Guys,” I tried to warn them but my words only spurred them on, sucking harder and plunging deeper until my pussy greedily began to suck those fingers, pulling them deeper and deeper. And one finger hooked up and then the other and I was lost as my whole world narrowed to these two men, light and dark, big and bigger, here for the sole purpose of pleasing me.

  That thought was nearly as intoxicating as the orgasm that ripped through me. My body bucked hard, trying to throw off the beasts of pleasure, but they hung on. Everywhere. Moving slower and gentler, but never stopping as my orgasm slowly subsided. “Shit. That was . . . fuck.”

  They both laughed and I looked at each of them, their lips raspberry pink from all the love they gave my tits. And suddenly I wanted to taste them. Both. But I knew my limits. Bryce might not fit in my mouth on his own and I really, really needed a taste of his cock.

  “Jasper, I’ve been dreaming about having you taste me again,” I told him and watched his eyes smolder as he slipped over my legs, his broad shoulders pressing my legs further apart. Licking my lips, I turned to Bryce. “You said something before about wanting to fuck my pretty little mouth?”

  Without another word he slid off the bed, chucked his breakdancing snowmen boxer briefs and stroked his cock as he moved around the bed. I licked my lips again because damn, the man had a beautiful cock. It was long and thick, pink with the perfect mushroom head that touched every part of me as he stroked into my pussy. My mouth watered at the thought of the same being true of my throat. “Open up, sweetheart.”

  My head hung upside down over the bed and I opened up just as his cock brushed my lips. I licked across his head and he groaned, hips surging forward until he was as deep as he could go. His cock was delicious, thick and warm, slightly musky, like man and Bryce.

  As Bryce fucked my mouth, and Jasper’s tongue fucked my pussy, I knew these two men had been put here solely for my pleasure. My body was weightless, only the breaths of desire rolling through me keeping me pinned to the bed. I writhed as pleasure swamped me, swallowing around Bryce’s cock and thrusting into Jasper’s face. This was the fucking life! Sucking cock had always been a turn on for me but this, doing it while someone ate me out? Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined how amazing it would feel to give and receive pleasure simultaneously.

  “Oh fuck, Ann!” Bryce’s hips began to move at a faster clip, giving my throat a proper fuck that flooded my pussy. Jasper lapped my juices loud, moaning against my clit and sending me higher. Bryce’s big hands cupped my face tenderly but he was lost on a pleasure journey all his own and I opened my throat, letting him take what he needed from me. “Shit, Ann,” he shouted and seconds later, hot jets of cum spurted down my throat and I swallowed, making him groan and thrust again. I sucked until he was empty and spent, collapsing on the bed beside me and stroking my hair with one hand and my tits with another.

  That felt good. Really fucking good and combined with Jasper’s mouth, I went off again like a rocket, holding his head and thrusting into his face until my own orgasm slowed again. “Oh, Jasper.”

  He kissed his way up my body, lips touching every sensitive inch of me until he reached my lips with a smile. “I love the taste of you coming on my tongue.” Then he thrust his tongue inside my mouth, letting me savor the taste of he and I together, with a hint of Bryce. His kiss lasted a long time, bringing my body back to life faster than should be possible after three orgasms in a row. He pulled back and looked at me, mischief burning in those emerald eyes.

  “You boys are lethal.” I grinned, smil
ing at Bryce when he offered me a glass of champagne. “Thank you.”

  Bryce grinned shyly. “I feel like I should thank you.”

  “Believe me Bryce, the pleasure was all mine.” His cock twitched and I reached out to grab him, stroke his big thick cock.

  “Turn over,” Jasper instructed.

  I did what he said, my skin prickling with awareness and wonder, imagining what they would do. One hand landed a hard smack on my ass. “Oh!”

  “Such a great ass, must be from walking in all those heels,” Bryce said, smacking me again.

  “A really great ass,” Jasper insisted and I felt a bite on the opposite cheek. “But I wonder, is it a virgin ass?”

  My pussy flooded at his words. I was in fact an anal virgin but not because I was a prude. If a man couldn’t fuck my pussy properly, why would I give him my ass? But I’d let either of them take me. Hell, I planned on it. Tonight. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I arched my back to show my ass to them. “Ah,” I sighed when Jasper rewarded me with another smack.

  Bryce shoved a pillow under my stomach while Jasper positioned me on my knees. My ass was on full display and I was too turned on to worry about how I looked from this angle. Then I was too turned on to think of anything but how that tongue felt on my asshole. Cool and soft and strange. And oh so good.

  I felt and heard them shift behind me but I was too wrapped up in my own pleasure to look. I didn’t need to because another tongue was on my pussy, both tongues lashing at my most private parts until my arms shook, barely able to keep me up with the pleasure coursing through me. It’s a wonder my body was still able to do anything more than lie on the bed in a vegetative state, but this was the single most delicious sensation of my life. Two tongues pleasuring me at once. “You like having your asshole licked, Ann?”

  “Fuck yeah. Who was the dirty boy eating my ass?”

  “It was me,” Jasper answered and smacked my ass again. My pussy throbbed and liquid trickled down, Bryce quickly lapped it up. “Are you ready for more?”

  “Please,” I begged. Jasper rewarded me with one finger gently breaching my tight ring. His finger was cool like he’d used lube as he slowly twisted and pushed deep, all the while Bryce ate my pussy like it contained every essential vitamin and mineral a grown man needed. He sucked and slurped, keeping me burning for another orgasm as Jasper fucked my ass with his finger.

  I felt dirty and raw and needy. I wanted more. Fuck that, I needed more. His finger slid all the way in this time and it felt odd, like I was full but not. He slid it in and out again, in a slow fucking motion and I gasped. He’d touched a live wire inside me and I couldn’t let go. Then, he slid two of his thick fingers in me, and I almost lost it.

  “Please, what?” Jasper’s voice was thick with need.

  “I need you. Both of you. Right. Fucking. Now.” It was comical how quick they moved around the bed. Bryce below me and Jasper behind. Hands were everywhere at once, then mouths grazing my overheated flesh and I was fucking delirious. I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t form any words other than a few grunting noises as both men slowly entered me.

  Bryce’s blue eyes shone bright, jaws clenched as I slid down onto his fat cock, slowly to give me time to adjust to his size. Then he kissed me hard just as Jasper’s perfectly formed cock invaded my ass, the lube he used beginning to warm against the friction. His mouth wasn’t as smooth as Jasper’s kisses but holy fuck it got the job done. He was gentle and loving, his mouth making love to mine while his cock gave me the hard fuck I desired.

  “Oh, fuck yes!” I couldn’t stop the words, the groans as both men were balls deep inside me, my pussy and my ass pulsing uncontrollably at the sensations rolling through me. They both gripped my hips, sliding in and out in tandem so I stayed positioned on the edge of a needle, waiting for the perfect push off the edge.

  Then Bryce’s mouth sucked a nipple into his mouth while Jasper’s hand slid between me and Bryce, squeezing my clit until my entire body ignited in a firestorm of convulsions and swearing and more thrusting on their part.

  My orgasm went on and on, leaving me to float high above the clouds and watch both men, each of them gorgeous in their own way even with their faces twisted in the agony of ecstasy, chase their own pleasure. It was a magnificent sight, Jasper’s refined features and Bryce’s more rugged ones, making the same expression as they pounded through my orgasm, fucking me harder and faster. In and out, they went together, over and over, faster and faster until they both froze and thrust deep before my body flooded with warmth.

  I couldn’t move. I was stuck between heaven and nirvana and I couldn’t fucking move. My pussy throbbed, my asshole throbbed, and my orgasm felt like it would never end.

  I couldn’t come down. Nasty moans came from deep inside me. My body in complete shock after the most intense orgasm of my life.

  I stayed there a few minutes, feeling both cocks inside me, breathing, panting and finally, I choked out a few words.

  “Holy fucking shit, you guys…”

  That was all I remembered until I woke up an hour later to one man making love to my tits with his mouth, and another licking my pussy as though it was the fountain of youth and prosperity.

  Best. Threesome. Ever.

  Chapter Eight

  Bryce

  “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show up.” Jasper’s words held no sting but we both knew the only reason I was late without calling is because I wasn’t sure if I would show up for our regular basketball game.

  “I’m here.” I didn’t know why the fuck it was so hard to show up today, it wasn’t like I had any animosity toward Jasper. I didn’t. He was my best friend and even though he now made a shit ton of money, he hadn’t let it change him. Things just felt . . . awkward. As fuck.

  “I’m glad. Hard to play defense against myself.”

  I laughed. “Your defense is shit anyway. Too many hours at your fancy desk.”

  Jasper flashed that smile that made all the chicks lose their shit. “It’s all part of my plan, man.”

  Once a week Jasper and I got together to play some one on one without the rest of the guys. It was just nice to catch up and talk if either of us needed to, even though we rarely did. I wanted to talk about what had happened last week but I didn’t know how to bring it up. Hell, I didn’t even know what I wanted to say about it.

  It was incredible. Ann was beautiful and exciting, adventurous and the way she took charge had my dick hard in an instant. I’d never had a more satisfying sexual experience in my entire fucking life, and there was another dude there. Fuck me. But it wasn’t about Jasper, it was all about Ann. About pleasing her and making her feel good. I got off in a big way by making Ann come. Her skin flushed beautifully and her fuck-me mouth formed the perfect ‘O’ as she made the most cock hardening noises. Mostly, it was those noises, the way she practically growled my name. Every night this week I fell asleep to the sight of her lips around my cock, telling me to fuck her face. I didn’t know how she knew I craved that shit. My cock was too big for most women to even attempt it, but Ann had looked at my full length and girth with hunger in her eyes. And sucking my cock had gotten her off.

  Was there another woman more perfect than Ann?

  “Earth to Bryce.” Jasper waved his hands in front of my face and I blinked.

  “Sorry. Must have zoned out for a second.”

  He gave me a knowing smirk. “I’ll bet.”

  Yeah, he was probably thinking the same damn thing. “We gonna play?”

  “Waiting on you to check the ball.” He bounced the ball to me and we played, all out for the next hour, hardly saying a word other than the occasional reminder of the score. “That’s game,” I told him as soon as that last three pointer sank down the net. “Lunch?”

  “Yeah. There’s a new Mexican place by my office. I heard they have shrimp tacos.”

  Damn I fucking loved shrimp tacos. “Why do they put all the good shit by your office?”

>   Jasper laughed as we made our way to the locker rooms. “Because we buy too much food and tip too big.”

  “Yeah, well, we actually eat the food.”

  He clapped me on the back. “And we’re about to do that now. Take an order back and make the guys jealous.’

  I grinned. “Damn, I hate that you know me so well.” We parted ways to shower and change before meeting up outside the gym. Once again, I had to prepare myself to see my best fucking friend, and I hated it. This uneasy feeling inside me was annoying as shit and I couldn’t talk to him about it. Dammit.

  “Who pissed in your protein shake?”

  I turned, a dark look aimed right at Jasper’s face. “I’m just out of sorts,” I told him.

  With an understanding clap on the back, Jasper grinned and nodded toward the black car idling in a nearby spot. “Let’s get some tacos in you and then you can tell me what about this situation with Ann has you so fucked up in the head.”

  I sighed. “I really hate that you know me so well.” Ours was an unlikely friendship from the outside but the truth was we’d grown up together in very similar middle-class homes. Only in adulthood did he start making a shit ton of money. Though it hadn’t changed him, I worried that it had changed me.

  “You know me just as well, Bryce.”

  “Yeah, but you seem to be doing just fine.” Jasper always seemed to do fine in any situation. He didn’t let shit get him down and he just went after what he wanted. Period.

  “Yeah. I guess this will be a long lunch, then, won’t it?”

  He smiled at my look of surprise and I felt better about everything. I guess if there’s anyone you can share your doubts about a threesome with, it should be the best friend with whom you had said threesome.

  Right?

  Chapter Nine

  Ann

  Something was up with Bryce and Jasper. A week had passed since the hottest fucking night of my life and I’d barely heard from either of them. A less confident woman might feel slighted, or disappointed that she didn’t rock their worlds as much as they had rocked hers, but I knew I had. They were both boneless and satisfied after our long night that lasted well into the morning. I was confident of that.