White Hot Holidays 11: Holiday Love Lessons Read online

  Tim came up behind her and brushed her hair away from her neck. His hot breath blew across her flesh, making her shiver in a mixture of excitement and apprehension. “Starting without me?” he whispered. “Shame on you.”

  Caitlin smiled slightly, letting out a rush of nervous air. “We would never dream of starting without you, Timmy,” she sighed as his lips touched the sensitive spot behind her ear.

  Jonathan’s lips nipped at her jaw and her head fell back, offering him her throat. Two men, both gorgeous and sexy, both making her body melt like butter. It was surprisingly erotic and she tried to relax a little and let herself fall into the moment. A cold breeze blew, cutting through her skin like a knife and she shivered.

  “Cold?” Jonathan asked as he gazed down at her and brushed a stray hair from her forehead.

  She nodded.

  “We should get you inside and warmed up,” Tim whispered as his teeth bit at her earlobe, sending a tremor down her spine.

  “One of these first,” Jonathan mumbled just as his lips captured hers in a kiss that sent her reeling. It was so different than the one in her office—so much more passionate. She groaned as her tongue twined with his, twirling and stroking. Oh god. He could keep kissing her right here in the snow if he wanted. She didn’t care.

  Breaking off the kiss, he stared down at her with that same lazy, sexy smile. “Caitlin, honey. If you’re cold, I’m Cher.”

  “Who said you were cold?” Tim asked in surprise as he stepped around her and lifted her chin with his finger.

  “Her old boyfriend.”

  Tim looked at her for a second in surprise then actually laughed as he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him to the house. “Cold, my ass.”

  Her chest swelled with warmth and a tiny grin touched her lips as she followed them up the porch steps.

  This is it, no turning back, she thought as she hesitated before stepping through the front door. Jonathan stopped in the doorway and turned to face her. With an understanding smile, he held his hand out. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. After only a second’s hesitation, she placed her hand into his and returned his grin as he pulled her into the house.

  * * * * *

  “Wine?” Jonathan asked as he handed Caitlin a glass.

  “Thank you.” She raised the glass to her lips and took a large sip, downing half the contents at once.

  “Careful, Caitlin. We want you relaxed, not drunk.”

  She giggled nervously and lifted the glass slightly in acknowledgment. He couldn’t stop staring at her. She was so beautiful. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and more than just a hint of nerves. Dark red curls hung over her shoulders, and he brushed his fingers through them, feeling the silky texture as it wrapped around his knuckles.

  He hadn’t been able to think of anything but this all week. He’d known for a while how he felt about her, but past hurts had kept him silent. This weekend would be the start for them. The beginning of a long and, he was sure, happy relationship. He wanted all of her…forever.

  Tim stoked the fire, filling the downstairs den with warmth. The wood popped and cracked and the smell of burning embers filled the room.

  “I love that smell,” Caitlin said as she inhaled deeply, pushing her breasts out further. Jonathan’s eyes strayed to the nipples that stood proud beneath the snug fabric. “It smells like Christmas now. The decorated pine tree over by the bar and now the fire. It’s perfect.”

  Jonathan smiled. She was perfect.

  “Turn on some music, Tim,” Jonathan suggested.

  “Anything in particular?” he asked.

  “Something sexy,” Caitlin offered as she downed the rest of the wine and swayed her hips slowly. “Something that we can dance to.”

  “Feeling that wine, are you, darlin’?” Tim teased.

  “I’m feeling something,” she replied with a giggle.

  Tim raised an eyebrow in interest and glanced at Jonathan. “Damn,” he mouthed silently and Jonathan lifted his glass of wine in answer.

  “No more wine for you, Katie dear,” Jonathan said with a chuckle and removed the now empty glass from her fingers. Apparently Caitlin didn’t drink very often.

  Turning on the stereo, Tim picked out a CD. Music soon filled the room and Caitlin began to dance around them to the soft guitar.

  “Take off your sweater, Caitlin,” Jonathan ordered.

  Caitlin stopped her dance and stared at him in uncertainty. Jonathan placed his glass on the bar and moved to stand next to her. He didn’t want her afraid and was going to try and make her relax a little more. Taking one of her hands in his, he placed the other on her waist and began to move them to the music. Slowly, she began to loosen up, inching her body closer to his. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. “Strip for us, Katie. I want to see how beautiful you are.”

  She hesitated for a moment then her hands moved to grab the hem of her sweater. Jonathan’s hands moved with hers, helping her tug it over her head. The light of the flames flickered against her tan flesh and he stared in rapture at the cleavage her red lace bra created.

  “You’re beautiful, Katie,” he whispered and brushed his fingers along the lace edge of her bra.

  She drew in air sharply and lifted her hands above her head, gently swaying her hips to the soft music. His hands moved to gently cup her breasts and she closed her eyes, sighing softly.

  “Keep dancing for me, Katie. Strip to the music and let us see how beautiful the rest of you is.”

  Tim remained silent as he watched her slowly move around the floor, her hips swaying seductively. Her hands still shook a little and her eyes still held a hint of unease, but Jonathan continued to encourage her and she became more comfortable and a little more bold in her movement, which was driving him crazy.

  The woman was a vision, and he watched in spellbound attention as she sauntered toward the fireplace, her fingers slowly undoing her slacks. For a second, she hesitated, glancing at Jonathan, then Tim.

  “Take them off, darlin’,” Tim whispered. “Let me see if those panties match that bra.”

  Finally, she put her back to them and inch by excruciating inch lowered her slacks over her hips. Her ass was firm, round and the panties indeed matched the bra. An adorable red lace thong separated her ass cheeks and his breathing hitched as her hands slowly moved over the mounds and back up to her waist. Her movements were slow and uncertain. Her innocence was more of an aphrodisiac than the wine.

  Jonathan’s hands burned to touch that ass, to feel his cock sink into the warmth of her pussy. A sudden thought occurred to him and his gaze shot back to hers. “Have you ever had anal sex, Caitlin?” Jonathan asked.

  “No.” She stopped dancing and shook her head. Her shaking hands fluttered to her stomach. She’d never done that, but had always been intrigued with the idea. Unfortunately, she’d never had the nerve to give it a try.

  “Then come here, darlin’,” Tim said with a crook of his finger. “We need to prepare you.”

  Her gaze glanced toward Jonathan, and he nodded his encouragement. Licking her lips, she walked over to Tim, who now stood by the bar. Jonathan joined them. Standing behind her, his fingers skimmed over the warm flesh of her shoulders.

  Caitlin’s insides felt like mush. Prepare her? She had an idea what he had in mind, but still her stomach jumped with nerves.

  “Don’t worry, Caitlin.” Tim brushed his finger along her jawline. “We won’t do anything that hurts you. If we do, just say so and we’ll stop. Okay?”

  She nodded and swallowed down the last of her nervousness. These guys were her friends. She could trust them.

  “We’re also clean. We’ve both been checked, so you have nothing to worry about. Just relax and enjoy yourself,” Jonathan whispered as his hands moved to her back and worked loose the clasp of her bra. Tim lifted her chin, bringing her lips to his. His kiss was soft, seeking, and she melted, her body swaying toward his.

  Jonathan removed her bra and dropped it to th
e floor. His warm palms cupped her breasts from behind, squeezing them and pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned as her juices flowed to coat her panties. His lips moved to nibble along her neck, and she reached behind her with one hand to bury her fingers in his hair. She was so hot. Never in her life had she thought fooling around with two men could be this arousing.

  Breaking the kiss, Tim turned her to Jonathan, who took his turn at claiming her mouth. His hands moved lower, pushing her thong down around her ankles. She gripped his strong arms and kicked the scrap of red lace away, sending it flying somewhere across the room.

  Jonathan’s fingers moved between her thighs, sliding along her slit. Her legs trembled as Tim added his touch from behind, gently pushing two fingers within her wet depths. She groaned and spread her legs wider. Her whole body burned and it had happened so damn fast.

  Jonathan’s tongue continued to plunder her mouth while his fingers fondled her clit, circling and teasing to the point she was ready to burst. And Tim. Oh god. He was fucking her with his fingers while his teeth nipped at her ass. It was so wild and hot, so unbelievably erotic.

  Caitlin moaned into Jonathan’s mouth as Tim removed his fingers and replaced them with a dildo. “Oh, yes,” she sighed. In and out he moved it, then pushed it deep and held it in place. “More,” she moaned, surprised at her wantonness.

  “In time, darlin’,” Tim drawled as he separated the cheeks of her ass. Sliding one finger into her ass, he groaned against the small of her back. “Damn, she’s tight.”

  Gently, he added a second and Caitlin had to grab onto Jonathan’s shoulders to remain upright. In her ear, Jonathan whispered soft words of encouragement as he continued to play with her slit then moved to take control of the dildo, gently moving it to stroke the pulsing walls of her vagina.

  “Oh god,” she sighed as her legs became weaker.

  Jonathan bent down and captured a pert nipple within his mouth. She sighed, throwing her head back and thrusting her breast more fully into his mouth. She wanted them to fuck her. Now. She needed it so badly her body burned with it.

  She gasped as Tim removed the dildo from her pussy and slowly inserted it into her ass. The fullness took her by surprise and she stiffened. “Shhh,” Jonathan crooned in her ear. “Relax, Katie.”

  Slowly, she did and once again melted beneath the dual set of lips and hands turning her to mush. Once she was used to the sensation, others began to intensify.

  “Oh god. One of you, please. Fuck me.”

  Jonathan let out a growl as he turned her toward Tim and pushed her to her knees. She watched as Tim removed his clothes, revealing a well-muscled torso and long, thick cock. Wanting to see what Jonathan looked like as well, she turned to watch him. He stood behind her and removed his sweater, revealing a hard chest that was much more muscled than Tim’s. He even had a sprinkling of hair, where Tim did not. Lowering her gaze, she stared at his cock, only slightly longer than Tim’s and just as thick.

  She swallowed, wondering how both of them would fit at the same time.

  Reaching out, she wrapped her trembling fingers around both of their cocks, gently squeezing them. Jonathan groaned, his head falling back. Tim hissed and moved to stand directly in front of her.

  “Take me in your mouth, Caitlin,” he said.

  Without any hesitation this time, she did as he asked, finally losing all her inhibitions and enjoying the moment. Jonathan moved behind her and pushed her shoulders forward slightly. Tim dropped to his knees, putting his cock more fully in front of her face. Bracing one hand on the floor, she licked at Tim’s cock while Jonathan sheathed himself with a condom.

  Holding Tim’s cock at the base, she enveloped him in her mouth, her teeth nipping at the head. Jonathan’s hands brushed along her hip, massaging her flesh. She moaned and wiggled her hips in silent invitation. She wanted him to ram that big cock into her, to fill her to the womb.

  Tim moaned and buried a hand in her hair as she relaxed her throat and sucked him deeper. She’d never dreamed she could do this. She was wild and couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum. Feel him fill her mouth with it.

  “Jonathan, please,” she moaned around Tim’s shaft.

  “I like watching you, Caitlin. I like seeing you swallow him and imagining you doing that to me,” he whispered and then bit softly at her hip.

  Finally, he rose up and positioned the head of his shaft at her aching pussy. Pushing back, she tried to take him inside her, but he continued to tease, circling the tip around her clit. With a growl, he repositioned himself and pushed inside. She moaned as her body strained to accommodate his girth.

  “Fuck,” Jonathan groaned as he pushed deeper, sheathing himself balls-deep.

  Caitlin screamed, for the moment removing Tim’s cock from her mouth. She gaped in wonder as he began to move the dildo and his cock together, their movement one fluid motion. The duel sensation sent shivers of pleasure to every muscle in her body.

  “Oh, fuck, she feels good,” Jonathan sighed as his thrusts increased, becoming harder.

  Once again grasping Tim’s cock, she sucked him back into her mouth, her rhythm matching Jonathan’s assault on her pussy. It felt so good she could hardly concentrate on what she was doing and she used his thrusts to help push Tim’s cock deeper down her throat.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s it, darlin’. Suck my cock.”

  Tim’s moans soon overrode hers as his seed spewed forth, filling her mouth.

  Caitlin quickly joined him as her release gripped her with a vengeance. Every nerve in her body erupted into a mass of light and sensation. The walls of her pussy and anus quivered and pulsed around the two invading rods, sending little quakes of pleasure and pain down her spine. Jonathan fell with them a second later, his body tensing behind her with one final, deep thrust.

  Gently, Caitlin continued to lick away the remaining semen from Tim’s cock, before closing her eyes with a sigh. What had she been so nervous about? It had been incredible, more than incredible and she wanted to experience it again. Over and over. She could feel passion and she wanted more. “Can we do that again?” she asked.

  Jonathan and Tim both chuckled. “As many times as you want, darlin’,” Tim sighed. “But give us a second first.”

  Caitlin giggled. “Just a second?”

  “Well,” Jonathan drawled with amusement as he slid his cock from her pussy. “Maybe more like a minute.”

  The three of them laughed.

  * * * * *

  Caitlin reclined against the soft brushed leather sofa and slowly sipped at her wine. They’d dined on a quick dinner of fruit and cheese earlier, and she’d eaten like she hadn’t eaten all day. Which in truth, she really hadn’t. She’d been too nervous to eat lunch and most of it had remained back at the restaurant they’d stopped at on their way here.

  They were all still nude and to her surprise, completely comfortable with one another. Her gaze strayed more to Jonathan than Tim. They were both very handsome and sexy, but for some reason there was something more to Jonathan. Something she couldn’t quite explain.

  As though sensing her stare, he turned to look at her, his eyes shining with a mixture of amusement and desire. He stood by the bar, refilling his wineglass. His tight ass and thick, firm thighs flexed as he turned to fully face her and let his brown eyes roam over her body, heating her flesh. Even the way he looked at her set her body on fire. Tim’s stare set her heart fluttering, but what Jonathan did to her went deeper.

  Oh, dear, she thought to herself and quickly downed the last of her wine. He’s gay, Caitlin. You can’t fall in love with him.

  She frowned. He certainly didn’t act gay. Jonathan was strong and masculine, sexy and hot. Just looking at him turned her on. Her pussy began to pulse between her legs and she shifted, striking what she hoped was a more sexy pose.

  “Minute’s up, boys.”

  “Boys?” Tim snickered from his position by the fireplace. “I see
no boys here.”

  The orange flames reflected on his tan skin, making it appear golden. She smiled at him and stretched her arms over her head, thrusting her breasts out. “Neither do I, actually,” she purred.

  Tim’s lips lifted in a slight grin. “I think we’ve created a monster.”

  “I agree,” Jonathan mumbled as he walked over to Caitlin and stood over her. “And I like it.”

  His cock thickened before her eyes and she licked her lips in anticipation. Her gaze skimmed back up his chest, past the washboard abs and the bulging pecs, and her hands fisted above her head, wanting to sift through the light dusting of hair. God, he looked so good.

  “Do you like that I’m brazen?” she purred, surprised with the way she was behaving. Surprised at how her body reacted to two gorgeous men staring at her like she was water and they were dying of thirst.

  “That I do,” he murmured. A muscle in his cheek jerked as his gaze slid to her splayed thighs. “Spread them wider, Caitlin. Let me see your pretty pussy.”

  A thrill shimmied down her spine and she used her hands to push her legs wider. Slowly, she slid her fingers up the inside of her thighs and brushed lightly across her labia.

  Jonathan glanced over at Tim, who looked just as entranced as he was. Damn, the woman was hot. Juices glistened in the hair just above her pussy. Her bright pink nails scratched lightly at her flesh, and he practically dropped to his knees right then. No doubt about it. She was going to be the death of him.

  “You are one hot little piece of ass, Caitlin. And I’ve got to taste you.”

  Her eyes moved to Tim’s bulging cock and her adorable lips spread into a saucy little grin. “Then what are you waiting for?” she purred and undulated her hips.

  Tim settled between her splayed thighs and bent down to lick his tongue along her slit. She moaned and lifted her hips against his face. Jonathan’s heart was about to jump free of his chest. Whoever the hell told this woman she was cold didn’t have a fucking clue. He’d never met a sexier woman. Or a woman who had more quickly wormed her way into his heart.