Home for the Holidays

by Nicole Ryan

  “Ian…” I whispered, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He took one of my hands from his face and kissed the tips of my fingers.

  “Just let me love you Chase.” He closed his eyes and held my hand against his cheek for a second.

  I slid my hand down his taunt stomach and grasped him; slowly I guided him inside me, taking every inch as he pressed into me, his teeth on my neck. I arched my back as he began to slowly slide in and out of me. I held his hips between my legs, my feet on his calves and met each of his thrusts with my own, I was gritting my teeth trying to be silent, but as we moved together and I felt myself tightening and growing hot I forgot about trying to be quiet, little groans made their way up my chest and I bit into Ian’s shoulder to try to stifle myself as I contracted and released around him.

  He flipped me over effortlessly and hiked my right knee up beside my breast, still between my knees he entered me from behind; I felt his cock pressing down on my g-spot as he pressed into me. I buried my face into my pillow, stifling my moan. I squeezed the sides of the pillow, and moaned into it until I ran out of oxygen, as he moved in and out of me. When I lifted my face I looked back at Ian; I reached my arm out and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him so he leaned over me. He kissed me, placing one of arms across my shoulders and hugging me to his body, my head leaned back onto his shoulder while his other hand was on my hip, grasping me as he thrust inside of me.

  Ian released me and I started to moan again, and goose bumps crawled along my flesh, I was on my knees now, and I let my face sink to the bed as Ian held a handful of my thick hair, the other arm was snacked around my waist pulling me against him with each thrust. I let my eyes slide closed and pressed my lips together as he picked up a punishing rhythm and as I began to unravel around him he released my hair and gently placed his palm across my lips, and pulled me back against his body. I was unable to control the moans that ripped out of me with each sweet clench; I was practically bucking and he held me tight against him with the arm he still had around my waist.

  *

  The next morning, I was up before the sun, I looked at the large black star wall hanging that had a small clock in the center of it. It wasn’t even six in the morning yet. I got up and washed my face, pulled on a pair of yoga pants, and sweats over them. I put on wool socks, my running shoes, my thermal long sleeved turtleneck a warm hat that covered my ears and my thick hoodie over that. I made my way downstairs, it was still quiet, but I could hear soft footsteps as the maid cleaned up the house, and their cook made breakfast.

  Outside it was a clear blue sky, the sun was barely up, making it look pale and muted, there were some birds stirring. I plugged my headphones into my phone, put on my favorite running playlist and began a brisk walk down the garden path. I followed it along my parent’s property, when I reached the end of the garden path I started to jog. There was a trail in the woods behind my parents property that I’d ran along every morning in high school while I was on cross country. I loved to run, it was a great way to release stress, and of course I had to stay in shape for work. I let my thoughts drift back to when I’d met Ian in Los Angeles.

  I had no idea he was even in the city, we never really stayed in touch with one another. My manager had an annual party every year in June for his wife’s birthday, this particular party started around seven at night and lasted until the early hours of the morning. I hadn’t even seen him at the party, I was talking with my friend Anessa when Jerry, my manager called me over to him. I was laughing hysterically at something Anessa said; when I was beside Jerry he turned me toward a man who was chatting with Justin Strong, one of the male performers of the year. His back was to me and Jerry winked at me while we waited for a moment to jump in.

  “Excuse me, Ian.” He said as the man turned around, and my smile evaporated. “This is Chaste Meridian, my top female model. But we’re hoping that she’ll consider performing.” Jerry beamed at me with pride as he introduced me by my modeling name. Ian only faltered for a second when he met my eyes, before he held his hand out to me.

  “Pleasure to meet you…. Chase?” He asked.

  “Uh, it’s Chaste.” I stammered as I stared wide eyed at him.

  “Oh? Chase is so much more fun. Jerry was telling me over the phone yesterday that you don’t do many vanilla shoots... interesting.” He was wicked.

  He looked at me appreciatively, as if he were honestly meeting me for the first time. I briefly wondered if he didn’t recognize me, but I knew he did, he had to we weren’t that out of touch. My intricate vine tattoo that carried across my shoulders, and lead to roses and thorns with butterflies and rose petals drifting down my left arm; they made it difficult for people not to recognize me when they were showing, if they knew me. I had stars and a long, beautiful white dragon outlined and shaded in blacks and grays on my right arm, it popped against my fair skin, white ink hadn’t even needed to be used. Ian knew me, even if I’d been introduced by my model name. The chiffon dress I wore came down to my knees, so my twin dream catcher tattoos on the backs of my thighs weren’t showing, as they usually did for any of my shoots, they were my signature tattoos. On the fronts of my thighs I had red bows that were sitting on top of garters, which faded down into my natural skin color. Those came almost to the tops of my knees so they only showed when I sat and crossed my legs. I wore my hair swept to the side, pinned into waves with bobby pins, my makeup was flawless, winged liner, red lipstick and a touch of rouge.

  “So, what is the name of your new studio, what kind of movies do you do?” I asked, sipping my drink. He laughed at me a little, and smiled at Jerry, who stepped away from us.

  “I’ve been living in LA for eight years, Chase… My studio has been here for five.” He winked.

  “Please, call me Chaste.” I smiled at him.

  As the night went on Ian and I couldn’t stop talking, both pretending as if it were the first time we’d ever met for the sake of the people around us. After countless drinks, chats with friends and toasts to health and the birthday girl; we ended up on the couch talking about college, his experience with a failed attempt to not move to LA and just be a lawyer, follow his father into Politics. But he hadn’t wanted to be a politician, he like many of us in LA were just meant to be here. We fit here, this was our lifestyle, and we were drawn to it like moths to a flame. He stared at me over his glass of scotch, his silver tie loosened, his jacket unbuttoned, his crystal blue eyes were dazzling. He was so confident, so sure of himself, he had an edge to him that I couldn’t pinpoint; it was as if I were meeting this man for the first time. He was quick to laugh, he was intelligent and charming, and he was flirtatious.

  “Where did you come from?” I asked him, I was drunk and had no filter between what I thought and what I said.

  “We never mention those sorts of things in LA do we? Chaste…” He added, running his finger along my thigh.

  “No. I guess we don’t.”

  “Your last name isn’t really Meridian is it?” He asked, his eyes gleaming wickedly.

  “No.”

  “Did you graduate college?” He asked suddenly.

  “I did, I have my degree in art history.”

  “When did you decide to be a model?” He asked.

  “After I graduated.” I wanted this conversation to end. Was it any business of his?

  “Tell me, what type of photo shoots do you do Miss Meridian?” He sipped his scotch smoothly.

  “I do work for a lot of places, Kinxxx, Lipservice…”

  “Kinkxxx?”

  I swallowed hard. Why was he asking this? “Yes.”

  “But you only do photos?” He asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Would you consider movies?” He asked seriously.

  “I guess so… I don’t really know.”

  “I’ve done movies.” He said, directly.

  “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 before 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 the 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.