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Authors: Nicole Ryan
Home for the Holidays (4 page)
It began to snow as I braced one of my arms on the tree truck and yanked my glove off of my other hand with my teeth. I let it fall to the ground and looked back at Ian while I licked my fingers and dragged them along my pussy
, but it was already moistened by the sight of him. His hands were resting on my hips and I backed up until I found him, and then eagerly stuffed him inside of me, he let out a small hiss as I started to move against him.
“You like that?” I cooed at him.
“Yes, oh my God you feel so good baby.” He said.
I wrapped his scarf around my free hand, still bracing myself against the tree and pulled it taut. My ass was frozen but I didn’t care, I wa
s determined to make this quick, I was still looking back at him while I rode him. I lifted and curled my tailbone and I slid back and forth on the length of him, I knew it felt good, and I knew the freezing air was only going to help me.
“Yeah?
Nice hot pussy feels good outside doesn’t it baby?” I asked, sweetly patronizing him.
“Yes.” He ground out.
I clenched my muscles around hard cock and he moaned, his fingers dug into my hips and he met me thrust for thrust. I felt myself close to coming but I refused to give him the satisfaction, I released his scarf and grasped the tree with both of my hands, I held myself back by squeezing him with every ounce of resistance it took to keep myself from coming. It didn’t take him long and as soon as I felt him twitching I pulled away and let him fall out of me as I stepped to the side and pulled my pants up. He stared at me incredulously; I turned on my heel and started back toward the trail.
“I’m leaving.” I told him. “This is the end of this. Don’t follow me to the airport.”
Chastity’s story continues…
I ran across the wet pavement as the orange hand flashed at me, my boots thumping, and the peppermint latte’s sloshing in the Starbucks cups as I held the drink carrier in one hand.
“Don’t trip, don’t trip,
don’t trip.” I chanted as I hurried along, swinging my unruly purse higher on my shoulder as I did so.
I hopped up onto the sidewalk just as the light turned and the first cars began to cross the road, the sun was just coming up in muted orange and pink against the partially cloudy sky.
“Didn’t trip.” I laughed at myself, smiling at the receptionist as I pulled the heavy glass door of the building before me open.
“Hey Chaste.”
The receptionist, Alma said as I entered in a swirl of chilly air.
“Hey doll.” I smiled at her, and sat one of the Latte’s on the desk as I crossed the pretty yellow lobby, warm with Christmas decorations and an elegant tree decorated purely in silver and white, and stepped into the elevator.
“Thank you!” She called and I waved at her before the door slid closed.
I sipped my hot coffee as I waited on the elevator to rise to the top floor, it was way early, not even seven thirty yet, but this shoot was supposed to be over before dinner so everyone could get back home to their families. The doors slid open and I stepped onto the shiny white laminate flooring, my boots clapping loudly in the empty apartment.
“I hear feet!” Someone called from the kitchen.
I walked in and placed my things down on the long breakfast bar and a beautiful man with short, stylish curly hair came waltzing around the open half wall holding his hands out to me. He wasn’t an inch taller than I was, and I thought he would almost seem tiny if he weren’t so buff, he kissed my cheeks, holding my hands in his.
“You must be Chaste.” He sang, a quirky little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he clasped his hands flamboyantly under his chin and gazed at me.
“Yes.” I sighed, grinning at him before I took another sip of my coffee.
“You are sublimely beautiful, girl. I’m a big fan of your
Peril Girls
spread, the one with the guns…
Gawd!
It was fantastic. ”
“Wow, thank you…” I said, and shifted my weight from one foot to the
other, I never really knew how to respond to people complementing my nude photo shoots.
“You’re nervous?” He asked, his tight mauve shirt hugged his sculpted biceps and accentuated his crisp green eyes.
“Yes, very.” I replied, looking around at the familiar surroundings with new nerves in my stomach. I felt as if I hadn’t been in this room a hundred times before.
“Don’t be, you’re working with someone great today.” He said, almost conspiratorially. “This is your first video shoot right?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I looked down at my coffee, and circled the lid with my finger.
“Well don’t you worry honey, Jesse James is the best there is.”