Two hours later, she picks her little black bag off the side table, the cat jumping up at the sound of jingling keys. Fuck this. I’m going out. Checking her phone again, she grabs her coat and scarf, and heads down to the lobby to wait for her Uber ride, ready to follow the directions Chani shared with the girls at work earlier in the week.
Greeted at the door of the home lavishly decorated for the holidays, Janelle has no idea where exactly she is, but passes over her coat and takes the ticket claim number she is handed. Wandering through the holiday revelry, she calls out hello to friends from work, although confused by who all the other people might be. The house is packed. She makes small talk with friends as she moves through the house, looking for Chani. Walking into the kitchen, she smiles at the sight of Chani and Chris dancing around the room, manning the blender and mixing drinks. Stepping up behind the handsome actor, she places her hand on his hip, reaching around him for his glass of Scotch, knocking it back swiftly. He grabs her wrist, face unseen, turning and pausing when he sees who it is.
“Didn’t expect to see you here!” He shouts over the music, smiling at Chani’s bouncing excitement with the arrival of her friend. Calling out to the man on the other side of the counter, he yells, “Scott, man! Turn it down; we’re talking here.”
Scott, whoever he is, looks her up and down, and she puts a hand on her hip defiantly. She doesn’t need some pretty boy checking her out. She knows she looks good dressed in all black, jeans and v-neck sweater. “Nice boots,” he compliments, giving a thumbs up appraisal before reaching over to quiet the music.
Turning her head to Chani, she smiles questioningly, ignoring the heat of Chris’s stare, his eyes obviously curving over her sculpted ass in the designer jeans she had to have last pay day.
“Don’t mind him. He’s gay- and Chris’s brother. He likes to critique our clothes. You look fuckin’ hot, baby girl,” she mocks her worship, raising and lowering her arms. She nods at Chris as he takes the empty glass from Janelle and refills it, handing it back to her. “What about the boyfriend?” she asks.
Swirling the amber liquid around in her glass, she watches as Chris steps aside for Scott to take over blender duties and moving closer to her. The Santa hat cocked on the side of his head makes her giggle and shake her head. She takes another long draw from the small tumbler. Pursing her lips and biting the inside of her cheek, she sighs, “Well, seems he forgot a few weeks back he had a girlfriend.” Dropping her voice, she looks away from Chani, not wanting to see her look of sympathy. “I ah… I just wanted to get through the holidays before I started telling people.”
She finishes the rest of the drink, resting the glass on the counter. “Food, I need food. All I’ve eaten today were cookies at the hospital.”
“Oh, my god, baby, let us get you something. That asshole cheated on you?” Chani questions. “Where is he? I wanna kick his damn head in.” She guides Janelle into another room, two large tables covered with food. “Plate?” she demands of Chris, working like a team, friends who’ve known each other well for a long time. Accepting the plate, she begins to fill it full of real food for her friend. “I’m sorry you didn’t tell me; I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have teased you.”
“Honey, it’s okay. You had no idea. I didn’t want to bring anyone down. He was an ass, you were right… I didn’t need to hear ‘I told you so.’” Pointing at the cheeseball and crackers, she motions for Chani to add more to the plate. Looking around the array of food, the room decorated for the holidays, she pulls herself back into the moment. “Where the fuck are we anyway?” she laughs.
“Belongs to a millionaire, playboy, philanthropist…” Chris shares modestly, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m not just a dick that plays Santa for sick kids.”
Rubbing her forehead in embarrassment, “I’m a bitch. I shouldn’t have said those things today. What you do for those kids at the hospital, for us nurses? It’s really amazing. I’m sorry; it was out of line.”
“No harm done. I like feisty women,” he chuckles, smacking her on the ass, preparing to walk away. “And I am kind of a dick. See ya around, Disney.”
Mouth agape, Janelle watches with confusion as he walks away, his jeans hung low on his hips, the fabric tight on his ass as he moves. “Chani, what the hell just happened?” she asks, welcoming the plate of food into her outstretched hands and picking up a chilled water bottle.
Chani leads her dark haired friend to a quiet alcove down the hallway. Resting in the window seat, Chani kicks off her shoes, tucking her feet under when she sits. “He’s not a bad guy, Janelle. You just announced your so-called ‘boyfriend’ cheated on you. He’s giving you space; but he was disappointed after meeting you at the hospital that you didn’t plan to come-” she bursts into laughter and Janelle giggles with her, trying not to choke on her food. Rocking with laughter, Chani can’t catch her breath, and Janelle just shakes her head. Waving her hands at her face, Chani calms herself. “Oh, girl! That was too funny. Bad choice of words; I should say he was disappointed you didn’t plan to attend the party… But ya know, he’d also be disappointed if you didn’t come…”
“Chani! Shush!” Janelle admonishes. “People will hear you,” she giggles. “Oh my god though, I so need to get laid. That’s my Christmas wish.”
The girls high-five and collapse into another fit of giggles. Their easy camaraderie attracts other friends to them and before long the little quiet alcove has turned into its’ own private party. One of the girls turns up the playlist on her phone and beers are passed among the friends. Janelle passes on the drinks, losing herself in the music, dancing from song to song.
Arms raised, snapping to the beat, she dances among her friends, remembering the fun she used to have with them on Friday nights. Like the Grinch, she feels her heart grow surrounded by their love and support, but it’s the firm hand on her hip that adds a warmth to her she hasn’t truly felt in ages. Without even looking she knows it’s Chris. She moves into him with the beat of the music and his strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close to him.
Her back melts against his solid chest and she sways a bit more to the music, brushing her ass against his groin, bumping against him with each rhythm change. His hands roam across her stomach, the soft sweater caressing her skin and awakening inner desires she’s tamped down in an effort to get through the holidays alone. His breath is hot against her neck as he nuzzles his nose in her hair. His hands dig into her flesh, pulling up on her sweater, trying to find her skin. The crowd swells around them and his bold advances are unseen to observers. His deft fingers skim the soft plane of her belly, tugging at the snap of her jeans, popping it open and grazing his fingertips along the band of her jeans. Her skin is on fire with his touch and her heart races. Sighing contentedly, she lowers her arm around the back of his neck and grasps the wisps of hair on the nape of his neck.
As the song changes, she spins in his arms, turning to face him and reconnecting their bodies as soon as possible. “Nice package you got there, Santa,” she teases, looking up into his bright blue eyes, sparkling in the glow of the Christmas lights in the window.
He chuckles, sliding his hands down to cup under her ass cheeks, rising her up on her tiptoes to fit better against his stiffening cock. “Christmas kink? Nice. I can do that…” he purrs. “What do you want for Christmas, baby girl?”
On her tiptoes, she whispers in his ear, puffs of warm air against his neck, delighting in the slight shiver she feels run through his body at her deliciously sinful wish. Balancing herself with her hands on his rock hard chest, she turns her head slightly to the left, her lips landing against the soft spot below his ear. Her mouth slightly open, she quickly flicks her tongue against his warm skin as his grasp tugs upwards on her ass again, his cock harder than before.
Dropping to her flat feet she pulls back and winks at him, surprised to see a small blush of pink to his cheeks. He blinks quickly, his dark lashes against his pale skin, looking around to see if anyone is watching them. “Chani was right. We’ll get along famously,” he laughs, taking her hand in his and leading her through the crowd.
The upstairs of the house is quiet, thanks to friends of his sitting at the top of the steps, keeping people away. Janelle can’t help but notice one of the guys giving Chris a ‘thumbs up’ as they walk by. Silently she hopes to herself this isn’t a normal situation, but he’s so Hollywood, how would she know. She’s a little shocked by her own brazen behavior, but when would she ever get a chance like this again. Her hand is comfortable in his and his thumb strokes gently over the back of her hand. Occasionally he looks at her sideways and offers her a smile, putting her at ease. She catches glimpses of his personality as they walk down the hallway, gym shoes on the floor, a ballcap and glasses on a side table, photos of tourist destinations and family line the walls.
Pausing at a doorway, Chris opens the door and swings his arm to invite her in. “You go first, Disney.”
She giggles at the nickname, brushing past him purposefully as she steps inside. A Christmas tree takes up a large corner of the room, lighting the dark space and she stops just inside the doorway, not really sure what to do next. What the fuck am I thinking? She asks herself, her mind swirling.
His hands come to her hip and he moves her to the side, closing the door before stepping in front of her, sliding his hands around to still rest on her hips.
Taking a deep breath, she moves three steps back against the door and he steps with her, drawn like a magnet to her dark eyes gleaming in the Christmas light. Reaching behind her, she turns the lock, a wicked smile forming at the tiny click, keeping the rest of the world out. The pretty nurse leans forward into his space, liking his cocky smile and licking her lips at the last second before kissing him, momentarily drawing his eyes to their glistening wet.
His eyes dart back up to hers Not wanting to play her game, he tugs her belt loop forcing her closer to him as his lips land on hers aggressively. Brushing his beard against her skin, he kisses her roughly, his tongue teasing against her ripe lips. She doesn’t wait long before opening to him and kissing just as fiercely, biting and pulling at his swollen bottom lip in the process. At the power of her mouth, a soft moan escapes his lips and her own sound mimics his in the quiet room.
Breaking contact, Chris sinks to his knees, gliding his hands down her tight denim clad thighs, smiling up at her from below. Her head lowers as she looks down on him with a thoughtfully . curious grin. At the back of her calf, he slowly unzips the heeled boot and pulls it off as she balances against the door. His hungry look adds to her fueled desires and she can feel her panties get wet, shifting to rub them between her lower lips when he sets her foot to the ground, removing the other boot.
Tossing them both aside, his hands slide back up, creating a tickle behind her knees, but she holds in her laughter. This is hunger. This is power. This is different from anything she’s ever done before. His hands reach up under the hem of her sweater, dipping his thumbs in the waist of her jeans and pulling them slowly down her legs. He’s gonna draw this out… His breath is warm against her exposed flesh and goosebumps break across her pale skin. Aiding in helping her to step out of them, he looks up again at the dark haired beauty in her black fuzzy sweater and red lace panties. “Damn, that’s a beautiful Christmas picture… Red lace, how festive,” he teases.
Rising up on his knees, he reaches around to her hands still resting on the doorknob. He holds them tightly behind her back, both her small hands in one of his. She recognizes her smell of sex in the air at the same time he does and his eyes grow dark. Angling towards the prize, Chris brushes the tip of his nose against the evident wet spot, inhaling deeper. “You smell delicious and already so wet for me…”
Tilting his head to to the side, he presses his lips to her covered mound. Boldly, he parts his lips and laps his tongue up and down the saturated silk. Impulsively he stiffens his tongue and pushes the damp fabric between her folds, intruding against her sensitive clit. With a sharp gasp, he feels her knees give way so he supports her with his other hand as she falls forward. Letting her hands free, he smiles when she braces herself on his shoulders. His hand now freed as well, he slips his fingers under the lace trim, pushing it aside and sliding his tongue through her wet slit. “Sweet Jesus, yes,” she whispers, digging her nails into his shoulders.
Encouraged by her enthusiastic praise, he continues to lap at her pink walls, her sweet juice dripping to his beard. From her position she rocks against him, using his tongue to fuck her, listening to her moans rise and fall. Her sounds of delight change, becoming more high-pitched but still not loud enough to be heard by party-goers downstairs, when he surprises her by plunging two fingers inside her wet cavern. His thick fingers penetrate deeply, working in tandem with his mouth. When her pussy begins to pulse, grasping around him, he pulls away from her, not knowing her limitations. Lifting his shirt to wipe the sweet mess from his face, he licks his lips and raising his eyes to hers. “You taste as good as you smell… You good?” he asks kindly, his own need echoed in his voice.
“Uh, huh,” she replies still weak against him. “You’re not done; you didn’t finish me… I need more.”
Tugging on the shoulder seams of his shirt, she pulls it over his head as he rises to a standing position, pulling her sweater off her at the same time. He wraps his arms around her full waist, lifting her off her feet and bringing her up to his eye level, placing his lips on her mouth, his tongue teasing her lower lip. She stifles a moan, pulling back and wiping her own wet he shared with her from the corner of her mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist she begs, “Take me to the bed.”
“I’m all for granting Christmas wishes,” he replies with a devilish grin, turning on his heels and dropping her at the foot of the bed with a bounce. Kicking off his shoes one at a time, he watches her eyes sweep over his solid chest, taking in his tattoos while he unbuckles his pants. Shimmying out of them, he reveals maroon colored Calvins straining over his hard bulging cock. He chuckles when she crab crawls backward on the bed and he chases after her. Grabbing her ankle, he yanks her down the bed, climbing over top of her. “Whatdya say I unwrap the rest of my Christmas present?” he challenges.
Still panting with her unmet need she wraps her leg around his thigh and sliding her silky smooth leg up and down his she purrs, “You can open your presents now… I think you’ve been a very good boy.”
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