What Happens During the Holidays: A Holiday Anthology

by Lucy Gage

  “This first time,” he tells me as he climbs back on the bed, “you may not come. It might hurt. If you don’t come, we’ll swap places and you can get off. It’s all about give and take. I don’t believe in that top and bottom shit. I like receiving just as much as I like giving. And, old man, I want you to like both too.” His palm slaps my ass, and I grunt. When I glare at him over my shoulder, he laughs. “Calm down, killer. You’ll get your turn to pay me back.”

  He rips open the foil, and I once again hear the sound of the lube getting squirted out. Then, his fingers knead my ass cheeks as his slippery cock slides against my balls. It’s the most unusual sensation, but I love it. I fucking love it.

  “That feels…”

  I can hear the grin in his voice. “I know.”

  He removes one of his hands from my ass and then his tip starts rubbing against my hole. I grunt because I don’t like the teasing and push against him. He’s thick but I want him. All of him.

  “So eager,” he growls. “Once you’ve had my dick in your ass, you’ll never want sex with a woman again.”

  Somehow, I believe his words wholeheartedly. It should scare the fuck out of me, but at this point in my life, I don’t think I care anymore. I want to do what makes me happy. Having Nick in my ass makes me happy.

  He pushes slowly into me. A delicious fire burns through me as he enters me inch by slow inch. It’s too much but it’s not enough. I want it. I want it all. He slides the rest of the way in and his balls slap against mine. The sensation is intense and sends ripples of pleasure zapping through me. Fucking Janice or Missy or any of those other one-night stands in the past few months never felt this good. Sure, I came every time, but I never felt pleasure like this.

  “God,” I hiss. “This is—”

  He slams into me, effectively cutting off my words, and I roar as I fist the sheets. Pain mixed with pleasure pulsates through me. It fucking intoxicates me. Each time he thrusts forward, his heavy balls hit mine, and I nearly blow my load. With that thought, I release my cock and grip the sheets with both fists. I don’t want to come yet.

  “Your ass is so tight,” he praises. “So fucking tight.”

  Grunts and slaps echo in the hotel room. This virile young man fucks me hard and without apology. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Pleasure builds up within me—deep inside me—and I crave to grip my cock so I can come. I know it will be intense.

  But…

  I want in his ass too.

  “Fuck,” he grunts as he loses control. “Fuck!”

  His cock seems to double in size as he throbs out his release. It’s intense and feels fucking amazing. I clench my ass which makes him hiss. A grin pulls at my lips. I may be under him but I like that I can control his cock with one simple movement. He pulls out suddenly, and I growl.

  “Your hole is as wide as my cock right now,” he marvels. “Fucking beautiful.”

  His fingers push back inside me as if to prove his point. When he fondles my balls at the same time, I nearly come right then.

  “Nick,” I snarl. “Get your hairy ass on this bed so I can fuck it. I’m tired of waiting.”

  His laughter is loud and boyish, causing me to smile. “Who’s the boss now?”

  He pulls his fingers out of me and strides off to the bathroom. I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling as he washes up. When I stepped into my firm’s Christmas party tonight, I did not expect to end the night with some random guy drilling my ass. I start laughing as Nick comes sauntering back into the room. He’s disposed of the condom and has another one in his hand.

  “What’s so funny?” he questions with a sexy quirk of his brow.

  “I just did not expect the night to end like this,” I admit with a sigh. “Come here.”

  He climbs over me and straddles my thighs. My cock bounces back to life when he tears open the foil with his teeth. I nearly come when he expertly rolls the rubber down over my cock. He spits on the tip and wets the condom. Then, he crawls over until he’s at my hips. His grey eyes are hard with fire and lust and desire. I like when this playful guy grows serious for me. It sure as hell beats the annoyed stares Janice used to give.

  “Guide your dick inside me,” he instructs.

  “Bossy,” I chide with a grin as I grip my cock. “Even from on top.”

  “I have to get this bossiness out of my system. Come Monday, I answer to the man.” He smirks until my much thicker cock presses against his tight hole. We both groan when he eases himself down over me.

  I’ve been in countless women—even a few of their asses—in my time. But, Jesus Fucking Christ, it has never felt this good. I hiss once he’s completely seated on me. Reaching forward, I grab his cock that’s hardening pretty quickly despite just coming. I start jerking at him in conjunction with the way he bounces on my dick.

  “You’re so big,” he groans.

  “Biggest cock that’s been in your ass?”

  He does that sexy-as-fuck lip biting thing, and I growl.

  “Yeah. Fuck yeah,” he admits. “I should have used lube, old man.”

  This time, I’m the one throwing a smug grin his way. “I’m going to tear up that ass.”

  Lust swims in his eyes. I grip the side of his neck and roll us over until I’m on top. We adjust, and then I’m driving into him without mercy. His full lips part as he groans in pleasure. I wrap my hand around his fist as he strokes his dick. Our eyes meet, and I’m grounded in this moment. It’s as if my life makes perfect sense. I’ve been searching a lifetime for such a physical and mental connection with someone.

  It’s just with a man, not a woman like I’d once thought.

  “Dane,” he breathes. “Yes. God, yes.”

  I thrust hard until I’m cursing him for being so fucking perfect. “Goddamn you for ruining my life,” I snarl. I come deep inside of him as he lets out a hiss of his own. His climax spurts all over his chest. Once we’re both done rattling with our release, I press my forehead against his. “Goddamn you for changing everything.”

  His fingers stroke through my hair. “You’re not exactly the fuck and run type of guy, are you?”

  I growl and nip at his lip. Now that I’ve had him, I don’t want to lose this. I want more. There’s so much more I want to explore with him.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” I murmur against his mouth.

  He kisses me back softly. “Then you’re ruining my life too.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “How’s that?”

  “I don’t exactly do relationships.”

  I smirk. “And I don’t exactly do men.”

  “Yet here we are,” we both say and then laugh.

  “Come on, St. Nick,” I tell him as I slide out of his tight body. “Let’s get cleaned up and order some food. I’m starving. And then”—I point at his limp dick—“you’re going to get that hard again and show me how to suck it.”

  We never made it to him showing me how to suck his dick. Hell, we barely made it through a shower before he had me bent over the bathroom counter and was fucking me again. My cock was spent and refused to get back up, but he pushed deep inside forcing pleasure from places I didn’t even know could feel good. I’d come all over the sink and my dick wasn’t even hard. Riddle me that one.

  “Tell me about your family,” I murmur, my fingers trailing along his sculpted arm in the darkness of the room. We’ve long since turned off the lights and crawled into bed but neither of us can sleep.

  “My dad is a demanding prick. Mom is a selfish cunt. My little sister Nadia is the golden child,” he says, a hint of bitterness in his tone.

  “And what are you?”

  “The family fuck up. The gay son who was supposed to give my parents a daughter-in-law and grandkids. Instead, I give them ulcers.”

  I hug him to me and kiss his forehead. “You just graduated from college though, right? You’re doing something admirable.”

  He shrugs. I’m b
ecoming fond of his shrugs. “A semester early too. They don’t see that, though. It’s never enough for my dad. Always pushing for perfection.”

  I know exactly how he feels. “You don’t have to do what he wants.”

  He tugs away from me and reaches for something on the end table. His lighter illuminates his face as he lights his pipe and takes a hit. He doesn’t offer it to me but rather puts it to my lips. I inhale it and let it flow through me, calming me to a sleepy state.

  “I don’t know that I am ready to buck against my dad,” he admits.

  He takes another hit and we sit in silence for a moment.

  “I think you should try,” I tell him and lie on my side to face him. My fingers run along his cut stomach. “Fuck your dad.”

  He chuckles. “Yeah, fuck my dad.”

  I rest my palm on his lower stomach and run my thumb along his happy trail. “When I’m sober, I might not be this cool.”

  His fingers stroke my hair as he takes another hit. “But you’ll still like cock.”

  I snort but let my eyes drift closed. “You’re probably right about that.”

  I wake because my phone is blaring from the end table. The sun is bright and my head is throbbing something terrible. When I start to reach for the obnoxious sound, I can’t move. Someone heavy is sprawled out over me, like a koala hugging a tree. The night before comes flooding through me the moment I see a hard, tanned shoulder lying across me. Manly snores rumble from my big-ass koala, and I think he’s drooling on me. I grin because he’s cute when he’s not being all domineering as hell.

  My phone is going off again. It pisses me off because I wanted to enjoy a few more moments like this. Instead, I’m sliding out from under him to answer it.

  “What?” I grit out.

  I scratch my balls as I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a piss.

  “You don’t have to be rude, Dane,” Janice snips out.

  My morning boner is gone from hearing her voice. I can’t believe I fucked her for over twenty-five years of my life. “What do you want?” I grumble as I take a leak.

  “Are you peeing while on the phone? Ugh,” she groans. “I do not miss that at all. Anyway, Melanie wants us all over at her house for Christmas. She’s asked we play nicely. I’m bringing a date.” Her voice is low and deadly as if she assumes this will piss me off.

  “Lovely. Anything else?”

  She huffs. “So you have to come for our daughter and you can’t be rude to my date.”

  “Honestly, Janice,” I bite out. “I don’t give a fuck about you or your date. As long as I don’t have to talk to you, I’m happy. Tell Mel I love her and I’ll see her then.”

  I hang up the phone and finish up in the bathroom. Once my hands are clean, I snag one of the condoms from the end table and roll it on my cock. Just the sight of Nick’s curved naked ass on the bed has me hard again. I squirt some lube on my cock and then make sure it’s smeared all over before I climb in behind him. He continues to snore, even as I tease my cock along the crack of his ass. But when I start sucking on his neck and shoulder, his breathing becomes quiet.

  “Sneak attack?” His voice is deep and gravelly. It’s hot as hell.

  “Had to catch your bossy ass off guard,” I tell him with a grin before nipping at his flesh.

  I grip my throbbing dick and push against his tight hole. His body seems to suck my dick into him slowly. A hiss leaves my lips as I push fully into him. Last night was amazing. This morning, without the haze of the alcohol or drugs, is fucking epic.

  “You’re insatiable,” he groans. “Couldn’t this wait until lunch, old man?”

  “I’m hungry now.”

  He lets out a moan when I thrust harder into him. I wrap my arm around him and latch my fingers with his. My thrusts are jagged and uneven but each one sends pleasure coursing through me. I nip at his ear and throat. He guides our hands to his cock. Together, we stroke his big dick while I fuck him from behind. It doesn’t take long until we’re both grunting. He comes first with a loud groan, and I follow behind with a hiss.

  “You’re not a morning person are you?” I tease with a chuckle.

  He grumbles. “Nope.”

  “How’s that going to work for you in the corporate world?”

  “It’s not. My boss is going to hate me.”

  I run my tongue along the flesh near his ear. “When your boss sees your tight ass in a pair of khakis, I can guarantee he won’t fucking care if you stroll in late.”

  He laughs but then swats at me. “Go away and let me sleep.”

  I start rubbing at his soft cock until it stats hardening again. I’m still deep in his ass and I need to switch out condoms but I like working up my sleeping bear.

  “This isn’t how ‘gay’ works,” he grumbles.

  I laugh. “How does it work?”

  “You’re not supposed to fuck me eighty times in one night.”

  “You woke the beast. It’s all your fault,” I tease.

  “Tell him to go to sleep.”

  “Text me. Don’t be a stranger.”

  We traded numbers but didn’t make promises. We fucked and talked about nothing serious and got high. The entire weekend. And now…

  “Peterson file is on your desk,” Elaine chirps when I walk in on Monday. Despite her chirping, her eyes are bloodshot from crying and she isn’t wearing her engagement ring. Firm Christmas parties always leave a path of destruction.

  Normally, I spend the following few days listening to Janice half-heartedly apologize for flirting with half my staff. This year, the destruction is in my mind. I can’t stop thinking about him.

  Chandler pops into my office behind me just as I stroll inside. He’s been here a few months as our newest partner but I haven’t gotten to know him well. Not that I really care to get to know anyone.

  “Morning,” he says in a false cheerful tone. It gets under my skin. I haven’t had enough coffee to deal with fake shit today.

  “Yep. What’s up?” I demand, cutting straight to the point. “I have court in two hours which means I have work to do.”

  He scrubs his fingers across his face and gives me a guilty stare. “Sorry about Missy.”

  I shoot him an annoyed glance as I start thumbing through my file. “What about Missy?”

  “I know you and her were, um...” he says with a huff. “Together.”

  At this, I laugh, and it comes out harsh. “Hardly. I don’t recall fucking her a few weekends in a row, together.” I pin him with a glare. “Is that all?” I don’t even razz him about being married and sleeping with my most recent fuck buddy.

  He sits his bulky ass in the seat in front of my desk despite my just telling him I have shit to do. A stormy look crosses over his features. “I can’t get ahold of him. I’m sorry.”

  I stare at him in confusion. “What?”

  “My son.”

  “The new hire?”

  I dart my gaze over to the clock. Ten after eight. “Are you worried he’s hurt?”

  This time, he’s the one frowning. “No. But I’m going to hurt him for being late.”

  “It’s only ten after,” I tell him. “Lighten up.”

  “It’s his first day,” he growls.

  I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I don’t have time for this.”

  “I know and that’s why I’m apologizing,” he huffs.

  “No. I don’t have time for,” I bite out and wave my hand between us, “this.”

  He apologizes again before he leaves.

  A mountain of work lies before me, but I ignore it all to text Nick.

  Me: How’s corporate world?

  His response is immediate.

  Nick: Fucking bland. You should see this place.

  Me: I can only imagine. Where is this new place at? If it’s downtown, we should grab some burgers for lunch.

  “Mr. Alexander,” Elaine interrupts from my doorway. “Mr
. Stratton’s son is here. Should I send him straight to HR or did you want to meet him first?”

  Nick: I actually just passed a burger place walking in. Send me the address. I’ll find out what time I can leave.

  I’m just about to respond when Elaine ushers in a man. The guy is tall and muscular. His jaw is chiseled and his longish hair has been combed back and styled neatly. Black rimmed glasses sit perched on his nose. He wears a sharp grey suit and he has one hand in his pocket, which makes the material hug his sculpted ass. A half grin plays at his lips as he looks at his phone.

  I am fucked.

  “Nicholas Stratton?”

  We’re just Dane and Nick. Not Dane Alexander, managing partner, and Nicholas Stratton, our newest attorney. Fuck.

  Upon hearing my voice, his eyes jerk over to mine and genuine surprise morphs over his features. I stand and fully take him in. If I thought he was hot naked and in bed, that was before the man was donning an expensive suit and wearing a cocky lawyer attitude.

  “Mr. Alexander.”

  “Elaine,” I grunt. “Excuse us. I’ll take it from here. Close the door behind you.”

  As soon as she’s gone, I storm over to him. The first thing I do is grab his jaw in my brutal grip. I can’t help but notice how hot he looks in his glasses.

  “You used me?” I seethe.

  His brows scrunch together in confusion. “What? Fuck no.”

  “But the Christmas party? You finding me and…” I trail off and dart my gaze to the door as if someone will hear all about my weekend homosexual rendezvous. “All an act to get closer to the boss?”

  He swats my hand away and glares. Fuck if it doesn’t turn me on. “No, old man, I did not use you. My dad wanted me to come mingle with people I’d be working with. I figured the boss man—Mr. Alexander as I knew him—was over with him as he flirted with anyone who wasn’t my mother. You were just some lonely hot guy in a bar who I wanted to know. How the hell was I supposed to know you were the managing partner?”