Page 22 of Packed for the Holidays

“I call dibs on being fucked by Oz’s mammoth cock.” Ellis grins, repositioning so he’s on his back, staring up at me.

Dante gives a deep murmur of approval.

McQuinn shoves me from behind as Dante tugs me forward, and next thing I know, I’m kneeling between Ellis’s spread thighs. He pulls me down for a kiss, and the sensation is entirely different from kissing Nils or McQuinn. Maybe it’s because I’m on top of him that it seems different, but Ellis lets me lead, giving me the control I’m used to having. I could kiss him for it. And I do.

I let my hands trail lazily down his chest. I’ve never felt a guy this way before. The firm pecs and hard nipples. After the Olympics, we all eased up on the grueling body hair maintenance, and I love how the sprinkling of chest hair over his toned stomach feels beneath my touch. I let my hands wander further, tracing the defined muscles down to his pelvis, sinking lower to graze his balls before wrapping a fist around his hard pierced length.

The cool metal teases my palm as I glide my hand up and down, exploring him, watching the way his face contorts in pleasure. PleasureI’m bringing him.

“I like that.” Ellis groans. The reassurance makes my chest swell. I’ve never done this before. I give him a light stroke before gripping him harder, and his moan spurs me on.

But I’m not between his thighs for a hand job. I’m trying not to overthink this, so I slide myself back and suck him into my mouth before my brain can catch up to what I’m doing.

“Such a good boy,” Dante says. “I’m so proud of you, laying with your ass up between his legs. I want to hear you choke on that dick.” The praise has my brain combusting. I could damn near finish from Dante’s words alone, but what sounds just as good is Ellis’s gasp.

I let him thrust up into my throat, and I gag, unfamiliar with the feel. Ellis spreads his legs wider, and I can’t believe this is actually happening. I pop off his dick, leaving it wet. I take a minute to soak in the sight, then sink lower and suck one of his balls into my mouth.

It always feels amazing when Meggie does that to me, and I can tell by Ellis’s reaction that he likes it too. Grabbing his ass with both hands, I move my mouth lower. It’s not that much different from eating pussy. Those skills seem transferrable, and fuuuck Ellis is squirming and groaning, and I feel like a fucking king.

“Stop playing and fuck him,” McQuinn commands.

I look over my shoulder and find McQuinn eagerly fisting his cock just behind me. He leans over, closeenough to whisper. “Fuck him, so I can fuck you.”

Ellis groans. “Yes, please fucking yes.”

Kissing back up his body, I settle between his thighs. I might go into cardiac arrest with the way my heart is beating. Nervous? Excited? Does it matter?

Nils passes me a bottle of lube, and my hands are fucking shaking.

I scoot closer, glide my erection between his cheeks, and press gently. I’ve done anal with women before, but this is brand new. His pierced cock bobs between our bodies as I slide forward. So tight. I swallow hard, trying to breathe, trying to calm down.

Like he knows what I need, Nils cups my chin and tilts my head to the side for a rough kiss.

“We’re not making love tonight.” Nils bites my lip, not enough to break skin but enough to sting. “Fuck him. Fuck him good and hard like he likes.”

“God, yes,” Ellis groans under me, and I plunge ahead.

I nearly fucking come.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

Something cold and wet slides down my ass. Someone’s finger covered in lube.

“You aren’t the only one who’s dreamed of this,” Dante says. He’s still standing beside the bed, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “We’ve all thought about taking that virgin ass. We’ve just been waiting for you to decide you want it.”

“Do you want this?” McQuinn asks from behind me, his finger playing up and down my crack.

“Yes,” I groan. “Don’t stop.”

Ellis pulls me down for a kiss, and I withdraw and plunge back. I can’t last. This is all too good. Too much.

Meggie’s moaning. The slap of her pussy on Harrison’s dick matches my thrusts into Ellis until someone grips my hips and the most exquisite pleasure-pain starts.

It hurts. It feels fucking amazing. I try to relax. To adjust. McQuinn moves slowly so my body can get used to him. Then he gives one good thrust, and it drives me into Ellis. I’m shouting. From pleasure. From pain. From acceptance.

I look to the side and find Dante staring at me with a look that’s both carnal and loving. Nils is on my other side, both of them offering me reassuring touches and tender kisses that have tears springing to my eyes. I’m not a cryer. I don’t remember the last time I cried. But I can feel them through our bond with Meggie, feel their care and their desire.

Sandwiched between the four of them, I don’t know where the euphoria ends. It doesn’t. I’m drunk on sensation. Harder than I’ve ever been in my life. My body is shaking. I’m moaning. Someone tweaks my nipple and someone is fisting Ellis’s cock and Meggie is screaming as she comes, and I’m the jolliest luckiest bastard this side of Candy Cane Lane.

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