by Nicole Ryan
“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.
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 was 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.”
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Home for the Holidays
Excerpt from Home for the Weekend
