One Shots

“Happy fuckin’ holidays to me,” Lyla muttered, as she took a sip of her single-malt scotch, while seated in the back corner of a rather empty bar.

Her parents hadn't told her until a few days ago that they'd decided to forego the traditional family Christmas for a cruise to the Bahamas, just for the two of them. To make matters worse, her boyfriend dumped her so that he could get back with his ex. That left Lyla alone in her sparsely decorated apartment during what was supposed to be the happiest season of the year.

As she went to take another sip, she was suddenly jostled by a large body sliding into the booth next to her. “What's a pretty girl like you doing alone in a place like this?” he asked, clearly trying to be suave.

Lyla rolled her eyes, not even bothering to look at him. “A, has that pick-up line ever worked for you? B, I'm trying to drown my miseries in peace, so it'd be best for all of us if you left me to it.”

“I'm James.”

“Didn't ask, don't care.”

He let her sit in quiet for a while, drinking his beer calmly next to her. Finally, her patience wore out. “Why are you still here?” This time she snuck a glance at him, immediately noticing his hair slicked back, the reddish stubble covering his chin, and the way the dim bar lighting reflected off his green eyes. He was pretty cute, she couldn't deny it, especially with that slightly rogueish grin.

“Actually, my friend and I,” he gestured to a man standing at the bar and ordering drinks, “thought you were hot, so I decided to talk to you.”

“Don't you guys have something better to be doing on Christmas Eve than trying to pick up random girls at bars?”

James rubbed his beard meditatively. “Neither of us could get home for our Christmas break, so we figured that spending it with a beautiful girl naked between us would be just as good. Don’t you have something better to be doing on Christmas Eve than drinking alone at a bar?” His piercing eyes met hers and she felt completely exposed.

“Christmas has been cancelled this year until further notice,” she shot back. James’s eyes stayed locked on hers, though, as Lyla blushed under his stare and tried to mask the flush rising in her cheeks by taking another sip of her scotch.

James wasn't quite ready to let it go. “You're alone on Christmas, we’re alone on Christmas, it all fits perfectly.” She saw him nod in the general direction of his friend and it wasn't long until he was walking over.

Whereas James was broad, his friend was lanky. His hair was perfectly styled to look slightly unkempt and his smile would have been a perfect advertisement for any dentist in the city. “Hi, I'm Roman,” he introduced himself with that adorable smile and she practically melted.

James put one hand above her knee, squeezing ever so slightly. As innocently as his hand was placed, there was absolutely nothing innocent about his thumb rubbing her leg through her jeans. “How do I not know you guys aren't murderers or something like that?”

James let out a chuckle. “You can google us. James Neal and Roman Josi.” She pulled out her phone and did just that, eyes widening as she saw their jobs and salaries. “See, now you already know more about us than we know about you. We don't even know your name, how do we know you aren't the crazy murderer?” he teased gently.

“The name’s Lyla, and if I’d wanted to murder you, I’d probably have been a bit friendlier when you came over. From what I've heard, murder is kind of hard if you scare away your target,” she deadpanned, causing both men to laugh.

“So are you in? Do you want to come home with us?” Roman asked her, his hand reaching across the table to hold her much smaller one.

Lyla hesitated. She hadn't intended to leave her with anyone, let alone two gorgeous men. But her cunt was practically dripping at the thought of both of them pleasuring her all night. And some rough sex was probably just what the doctor ordered to get her ex off of her mind. So she let her vagina make up her mind for her. “Yes.”

Without a moment’s pause, the three of them grabbed their coats and made their way to the exit, trying to look inconspicuous, a hard thing for guys built like James and Roman. They crammed themselves inside Roman’s car, a small Volkswagen Golf that reflected his European taste perfectly.

Lyla spent most of the drive in comfortable silence, staring out the window at the Christmas lights that lit up the Nashville cityscape. When they entered Roman’s house, he very politely took her coat, letting his fingers skim her body as he helped her slip it off.

Roman deftly pulled off her top in one swift motion, leaving her in just a bra. “So gorgeous,” he murmured, tilting her head up to allow him to kiss her. James moved behind Lyla, pressing his body against her, and nibbling on her neck. His hands moved around her body, pushing the cups of her bra down so that he could play with the soft flesh.

Lyla arched her back and let out a small gasp against Roman’s mouth as James pinched her nipples. Her wandering hands found the waistband of Roman’s pants, and began to work off his belt, his black jeans falling to the floor shortly thereafter, exposing his cock, rock hard and flushed with blood.

At the same time, James pushed down her leggings, leaving her with just a small bit of fabric covering her pussy. Roman took over, stripping off his clothes and spinning Lyla around so that his cock was pressed up against her ass. “Bedroom. Now,” he growled, practically carrying her up the stairs, James following right behind.

Roman unceremoniously dropped her on the bed, guiding her further up the bed so that his large frame could fit between her legs. He slipped two fingers into the waistband of her panties, ripping them fully off her body. “Ooooh fuck yes, Roman,” she whimpered as he licked up her slit, savoring the delightfully pungent taste.

James stood in the doorway, his pants and shirt discarded and stroking his erect cock. Lyla’s mouth practically watered at the sight of him, the precome dripping from the tip. She reached towards him, adjusting herself so that her head was on the edge of the bed. “Fuck James, let me suck your cock.”

“Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl,” he scolded lightly, but moved closer anyway, guiding his cock between her open lips. Lyla swirled her tongue over the soft skin, relaxing her jaw to allow her to take more of him. Fed up with her slow, leisurely pace, James took over, tangling one hand into her hair to hold her head in place, pressing forward until his cock hit the back of her throat, fucking her mouth. She moaned around him, on sensory overload from Roman eating her out as if it was for his own satisfaction and now the feel of James’s cock against her tongue. She came with a moan, trying hard not to bite down on James’s cock, her entire body shuddering in waves of pleasure.

James gently pulled her off of his cock, easily lifting her as if she weighed nothing and readjusting her body so that she was now on her stomach, her ass towards him. Wrapping one arm around her body, he propped her up on her knees, rubbing his cock along her slit. “Do you want Roman’s cock in your mouth while I fuck you?” Lyla nodded vigorously.

Roman moved so that she could easily slip his cock into her mouth, sucking the tip and using her hand to work the rest of him. Behind her, James pushed into her wet cunt, forcing Roman’s cock further down her throat. Roman gently pulled her hair away from her face, whispering small words of encouragement. “Such a good girl, Lyla. Do you want James to make you come?”

“Oh yes, fuck, please.”

James began to move faster, using his firm grip on her hips to leverage his movements. When he reached one hand under her body to roughly stimulate her clit with his palm, she fell apart.

“Fuck, Lyla, you look so good like that,” Roman groaned, watching her come, her mouth still around his cock. She pulled off of him with a pop, laying on her back on the bed. She smiled sweetly up at Roman, spreading her legs as invitation, one he gladly took her up on. He pressed into her slowly, pushing her knees towards her chest to allow him to hit deep inside her with every thrust.

James sat beside them, stroking his cock, and leaning over to take her nipples between two fingers, pinching hard and watchng her entire body react. “I love how responsive you are,” he murmured, moving his attention to her other nipple, perky and practically begging for his touch.

Roman could feel himself getting close, just watching her face, her eyes glazed over with a sheen of pleasure, her mouth open, her chest rising and falling as her breath came out in short pants was enough to bring him close to the edge. He braced his hands on the bed, kissing her as his cock hit that glorious spot deep inside her pussy again, and again, and again until she was screaming out her release, as he followed closely behind.

As hazy as her mind was, she still knew that James hadn’t finished yet. “James, I want you to come in my mouth,” she not so much asked as demanded. He didn’t have to be told twice, allowing her to take hiim into her mouth once again, barely lasting a minute before he came down her throat. She swallowed him down with a satisfied smile, collapsing on the bed between the two men.

She didn’t remember falling asleep but when Lyla woke up the next morning, she was squished between two naked bodies that were hard in more ways than one. She tried to push off the covers and make a clean getaway, but a muscular arm wrapped around her waist and pinned her to the bed. She looked behind her to see Roman, his hair mussed up, his eyes barely even open. “Stay. Spend Christmas here.”

“Roman, you guys barely know me. I barely know you and James. Wouldn’t you rather spend Christmas with other people?”

Their whispers had woken James up, who nuzzled his face back into Lyla’s breasts. He grunted against her skin, slipping his hands further down her body until it cupped her mound. “Nope. This is the only Christmas present we want.”

Roman tweaked her nipple, pinching and squeezing until she was practically writhing between them, as James continued to tease her cunt with his long fingers. “See, Christmas is all about giving. So we’re just getting in the Christmas spirit.”

Notes

I can't proofread and edit until I'm symptom free because my concussion isn't allowing me to read very closely. So again, if there are glaring errors, please let me know so I can fix it when I feel up to it.

And I hope all of you have a very happy holiday season!! Hopefully you'll be spending it surrounded by good food and people you love. I also know that the holiday season can be hard for some people, so if you ever want to talk, I'm always willing to lend an ear.