Home for the Holidays (3 page)

“You have?”

“Yes,
in the beginning, when I started out here, I chock it up to experience; I know what the actors I work with experience.” He sipped his scotch again, I watched it slide into his mouth, and watched his Adams apple rise and fall when he swallowed it.

“I’ve done photo shoots with male models before, it isn’t bad,
I enjoy working with them.” I said, honestly.

“Why is that?”
He asked.

“They make me feel… confident, and sexy. They can get more personal while we are posing, and say things to me that the photographers can’t. It just makes it so much easier to get in that mindset to be this sex symbol.” I laughed nervously, not sure why’d I’d told him all of that.

I unnecessarily sipped my drink; I could barely feel the straw on my lips, I did not need any more alcohol.

“You are sexy.” He said.

The party had thinned and the people who remained were just as trashed as I was at this point, it was nearly one in the morning. I needed a distraction from his words, his touch, his sexy stubble and his sensuous lips. His steel gray suit looked amazing with a blue shirt that matched his eyes, which glittered at me over his glass while he tossed back the last swallow of his scotch. He turned to stand after placing his glass on the table beside him, and suddenly and without thinking, I’d reached out and stilled him by placing my fingers on his thigh. He looked at me knowingly, as if he could read my thoughts, he was so confident, so calm and collected.

He reached over and took my drink from my hand, set it on the table beside me, and turned his face to mine. Slowly his eyes swept over my face befor
e he cupped my face and kissed me, my head swam with alcohol and arousal. I arched against him and he slid his arm around me, and pressed his palm against my back firmly, then pulled me onto his lap. I looked down into his eyes, felt his erection pressing against me, I stroked the sides of his face with my nails, and then relented to his inviting lips.

His hand slid up my thigh, under my black chiffon skirt, he placed his thumb over on my clitoris over my panties and began leisurely sliding his thumb up and down. I broke away from his mouth and he moved his lips to my throat kissing me gently, I arched my back as his thumb excited me, and the music thundering around us intoxicated me, and the people that were in such close proximity to us thrilled me.

“Are you going to come?” He said in my ear, his pressure and speed increasing slightly.

Spasms erupted inside me and my forehead fell to his shoulder,
and my hands gripped the bottom of his tie. To an average onlooker, it might look as if I were sobbing heavily against him, the way my shoulders were heaving up and down. His fingers moved my panties to the side, and he slipped two inside of me, my face was still against his shoulder, he smelled of rich cologne and scotch. Ian stealthily freed himself from his pants and I felt his head pressing against my clitoris, he slid himself up and down my folds, enticing me, I moaned into his neck and slid my teeth across his skin as I keenly lowered myself onto him. I felt myself stretching to accommodate him; it tingled through me and I sat up to look at his face as he began to slowly move me against him.

I became aware that there were a couple pairs of eyes that fluttered
to us, and then bounced away. Witnessing people having sex at parties was not common, but it wasn’t exactly shocking here either. It happened at these sort of gatherings and most of the guests actually enjoyed it, however it was the first time I’d ever experienced it from this end, it thrilled me, I liked being watched, but I also felt very self aware. Ian placed his hand behind my neck and pulled me closer to him, so I could only see his face, I moved my hands to his jaw, holding his face in my hands and closing my eyes as sensation enveloped me.

“
Look at me, look at me baby.” Ian said quietly.

My eyes flew open, and his hands held my face directly to his as he began to move below me, pounding against me. I gritted my teeth as his fingers twisted pieces of my hair behind my head; I dug my fingernails into the back of his neck, holding on to him for dear life. He took one of his hands and slid it back under my skirt, seeking out my swollen
clit; I cried out at the contact and positioned myself so that my feet were on either side of his hips, planted on the sofa. I placed my hands behind me on his knees and bounced myself up and down the length of his hardness; he smiled hungrily at me, his thumb stroking me.

“Give it to me, let me have it baby.” He said as I began to close around him.

“Fuck, oh my God.” I sighed bringing my fingers up to my mouth and biting them to keep from being as loud as I wanted to. I vaguely noticed some sounds of delight and maybe even encouragement from some of the people around us.

Ian pulled th
e delicate fabric of the front of my dress down, I lifted my arms from it and let it fall, exposing my breasts. He captured them in his hands and bit down on my left nipple looking up into my eyes while he gently lifted me off of him and then stood, and removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He took me by my wrists and pulled me up, his dick was still out of his pants, but he had no shame, he looked perfectly natural in front of these people. I was beyond excited as he held my wrists in his hands under my chin, as I stood before him; he planted a soft kiss on my mouth before stepping back to look at me again. He was so close, I felt his body heat radiating toward me, he applied a little pressure at my wrists and I sank to my knees before him, my hands seeking him out immediately. I looked up at him as I took his head into my mouth and wrapped both of my hands around his shaft. He held my hair away from my face gently as I began to twirl my tongue around his head, it was so thick, and soft… so incredibly soft. I moved my lips slightly around the lip of his head and his shaft, he moaned and I watched his eyes close for a second.

“Oh my God.” He said, re-gathering my hair and caressing the side of my face as I continued my exploration of him.

As I moved my hands up and down the length of him I finally realized what the difference was that I couldn’t quite place; it thrilled and excited me more, I wanted to explore every delicious inch of him. I sat back on my heels and watched my hands as they slid his thick skin back and forth, the gentle gliding felt incredible in my hands. I looked up at him again and opened my mouth, he guided himself into my mouth and I took a deep breath, relaxed my throat and imagined swallowing thick bread as I pressed as far forward as I could.

“Shit.” He hissed.

I sat back on my heels and sucked avariciously down the length of him and over his thick head, sucking the tip gently before removing him from my mouth. I looked up at him while I pumped his length with my hands, then I took another deep breath and took him into my throat again. There were more small murmurs around us but I barely acknowledged them now, I just wanted him. My eyes were still looking up at him, he was whispering little things to me that were unintelligible, but I knew they were said with adoration. He looked down at me like I was something precious to him, whispering to me how good it felt and asking me if I liked it. I nodded at him, still working him over with my mouth and hands as I gazed into his eyes, moving just a little faster and squeezing him with a little more pressure. Ian’s eyes closed and his abs flexed, I felt him pour his hot liquid into my mouth in three long bursts, I swallowed quickly and sucked hard/ I squeezed and pulled my hand toward my mouth, drawing every drop from him and teasing his hole with my tongue softly before letting him fall.

“Jesus.” He said looking down at me, holding my face in his hands.
He rubbed his nose on mine and let my face go.

“You really could do scenes.” He said
as he pulled his pants up.

I felt my eyes widen, I stood and quickly let myself become Chaste Meridian; I fluffed my long thick hair and
flashed a winning smile over my shoulder as I pulled the front of my dress up over my shoulders.

“And that,” I said wiping the corners of my mouth with my thumb, and then sucking on it, “is how it’s done ladies.”  I grinned as I walked confidently from the room.

As soon as I was around the corner my hand clamped over my mouth, I felt my breathing quickening. There were foot steps behind me and I turned to look briefly behind me as I grabbed my purse and shoved my arms into my coat, it was Ian. I didn’t skip a beat; I opened the door as soon as my coat was buttoned.

“Wait a second. That didn’t sound how I meant it.” He said, as I
slammed the door behind me.

I rushed to the elevator and luckily caught it as a young couple were coming out of it, I heard Ian shouting as he ran down the hall, the doors were closing as he caught up with me.

“Wait a second!”

“Fuck off.” I said as I punched the lobby button repeatedly.

*

The cool morning air as I ran along the path flew in and out of my lungs at a rapid pace and I slowed to a jog. I wiped my nose with my sleeve, and dashed away the tears that spilled onto my cheeks. I was so mad at myself for letting him seduce me again, how could I be so stupid, Ian wanted nothing more from me than to get me to be
his newest starlet for his studio. I slowed to a brisk walk and continued along my path, I was going to a dock that looked out at the small manmade lake, it wasn’t much, but it was quiet and there usually wasn’t anyone there. I switched off my playlist and took my ear buds out. I tucked them into my jacket pocket as I came to the dock; I walked to the end of it and stared out over the water for a moment. I had to leave; I had to get away from here, away from Ian. It was much easier to avoid someone in LA than it was in this hole. I dug my phone out again without allowing myself to think twice. I dialed jerry.

“Hello?” He answered on the third ring.

“Jerry, I’m sorry it’s so early, I need to get out of here, is anyone looking for someone for Christmas shoots?” I asked chewing on my lip.

I felt the vibrations of footsteps on the dock and turned to see Ian approaching me, he was in jeans and a long black wool coat
with a dark grey scarf that matched his turtleneck. I rolled my eyes and faced the water again.

“Well actually there is, the girl was supposed to be an elf, but her
son came down with the flu, want me to book it?” He asked yawning.

“When is it?” I asked
, Ian was standing next to me.

“Tomorrow evening.”

“Perfect. I’ll be there; I’m leaving tonight on a red eye.”

After I got off the phone I looked at Ian. He said nothing, just looked at me with questioning eyes
. I started back toward the trail.

“You can’t leave tonight.” He said.

“Yes I can, and I will. I have a job to do. My mother will understand.”

“There will be no flights, tomorrow is Christmas
Eve.” He pointed out.

“There are always flights, I’m going back to the house to pack, and then I’m leaving and I’ll wait for a standby.” I told him, starting to jog again.

“Wait a minute Chastity!” Hearing my name from his lips stopped me dead in my tracks. I didn’t turn to face him.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?” I asked him.

“Because I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“I don’t know anything.” I spun to face him, my fists at my thighs. “Except that I’d be great on my knees in front of a camera with a dick in my mouth!”

“Chastity I didn’t mean it that way. I…”

“You can’t even lie to me quickly?” I spit at him, my words dripping with venom.

“I’m not lying, I was taken by surprise that you didn’t feel uncomfortable in front of those people. I shouldn’t have said it then, I’m sorry. I’ve tried calling you for months to talk to you and you won’t return my calls or texts.”

“Well, it was too late.
You’ve already insulted me in front of about fifteen of my closest friends and co-workers in LA. One good thing came from it, I can’t stop booking shoots.” I turned away from him again and started off of the trail. I knew the grounds like the back of my hand, I didn’t need the trail and I wanted to get away from him.

He grabbed my elbow after a few moments of walking in silence behind me.

“You can’t tell me that you don’t want me.” He said.

“It isn’
t a matter of wanting you Ian. Our parents are married!” I glared at him.

“It doesn’t matter, we didn’t even live together, and I never spoke more than three sentences to you until we met in LA.” He said coming closer to me, his brow furrowed.
“I was an adult when they married for Christ’s sake!”

“It
doesn’t
matter Ian, people don’t care about those kinds of details.” I told him.

“Since when do you care about what other people care about? You’ve never given a single fuck about what people think of you. You’re scared because you felt it too.”

I couldn’t form any words. He wasn’t going to stop arguing with me. I stepped toward him, pressed my breasts against his chest and brought my lips close to his, my hands holding the lapels of his coat.

“Since when do you fuck with feelings?” I asked him
menacingly, not meeting his eyes.

I touched the tip of my tongue to his lip, his warm breath slowly flowing over me, I wrapped my arms around his neck while up on my tip toes and closed my mouth on his. His hands came up immediately to caress me and hold me against him, I bit his lower lip, and let it slip from between my lips slowly while I slid one hand down and grabbed his dick firmly in my hand.
He hardened swiftly in my grasp and I yanked his jacket open and undid his jeans before tugging them down. He sprung free easily and I gripped him hard, tugging on him and kissing him again, he let out a growl as he grasped my shoulders and spun me around. My breath was billowing out in clouds before me as he pulled my sweats and thermals down, just to the top of my thighs.