Yours for Christmas

by Sue Lyndon

You could see his excitement at the sheer joy of being onstage through his smile and his eyes. He knew instinctively how to play to the crowd; to make them feel so welcomed. Each time he sang a chorus that represented in some kind of form or fashion of love and feelings, his eyes fell upon me. The revelation in his eyes and the seriousness of the straight lip of his lips, told me monumental things.

  His body moved seductively through each song. I’ve always said that Dean had a swagger that I could never explain nor deny.

  He finished his last set and then thanked the crowd for coming out and welcomed the band to play as long as the crowd wanted. He spoke to someone privately before turning to me and leaving the stage.

  “Lizzie, do you mind if we stay longer? I haven’t been out in such a long time.”

  “We can stay as long as you want, Papa.” I gave him a honest smile, as I turned my attention back to the stage where the band continued to play soft music for the crowd. The guy that Dean had spoken to earlier, jumped from the stage and stood in front of me.

  “Mr. Swayze asks for your company in his dressing room.” I turned to papa to make sure that he would be okay by himself.

  “Go, I’m fine.” Grabbing my clutch purse, I followed the man through the crowd and into a hallway. Knocking twice on the door of Dean’s dressing room, he took no longer to open the door than it did for him to knock twice.

  “Hey.” He opened the door wider for me and nodded to the stagehand as he closed and locked the door behind him. I turned around as Dean stood behind me and locked his lips with mine. His tongue drove into my mouth in a hungry kiss. Dropping my clutch, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and held him captive to my body. He moaned into the fevering kiss, his tongue sweeping my mouth in hurried movements.

  His hands gripped my waist. To know that I could make him this hungry, this wanton, drove me insanely hot.

  His hands broke away from me and tore off his suit jacket. Tearing at his tie, he loosened it up enough to unbutton his shirt. I slid the tie away and pulled the hem of his shirt from the band of his pants. I finished undressing him as his hands fisted into my long, thick, auburn hair. “I’ve always loved your hair, Lizzie.” His mouth was back on mine, his tongue working as if he’d never left.

  Jerking his pants free of the belt and buttons, I had no patience as my foot pushed his pants to his ankles. Toeing his shoes off one by one, he broke free from the pants, slinging them somewhere in the room.

  Dean’s nimble fingers stroked the side zipper of my dress down, the one-shoulder strap dress fell to the floor at my feet. As I took a tauntingly step back Dean stepped forward with me. I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. Supporting my weight easily, he walked us forward, and I jumped at the cold table as he sat me down. He chuckled as his mouth took mine again; he moaned softly as his tongue painted my mouth in succulent yearning. Resting back on my hands behind me, I gave myself to Dean in every way I possibly could. My breasts jutted forward as his hands cupped each swollen mass in his palms. Breaking away, his hands and his mouth eagerly took claim to them. “My imagination never could compare to the sweetness of your skin, Lizzie.” His breath hit my warm skin, his tongue worked around the taut nipples, and his mouth greedily formed around as much of me as he could get.

  “Oh Dean, I can’t believe this is happening.” My hips jutted forward in an attempt to feel more of him. He answered by grinding as hard as he could--the friction sweet and delicious. “Now, Dean, please,” I begged. I didn’t care how it looked to him; I needed him inside me more than I’d wanted anything in my life.

  I felt the hardness of him as he throbbed against me. He lined himself up and pushed forward. The zealous cries of our reunion sliced through the air in a rapturous energy that sizzled with white-hot passion around us. He slowly repeated the motion of driving into me with sweet surrender of our bodies. My mind exploded in the waves of bliss that flooded my body.

  His hands held firm at my shoulders, his hips rolled as he pushed forward. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the dance of his hips. The dance was exquisitely beautiful and erotic to watch. His body moved gracefully as he slid into me. The mastery of moves had me bucking hard in the waves of my orgasm. He made love like an art form. The same way he sang and performed.

  His eyes never left mine as he continued to stroke his shaft deep within me. Even when my insides clutched around him, even when he moaned my name as I climaxed around him. When his mouth fell lax and parted, his eyes never wavered from mine. His eyes told all, the moment not lost as we found each other again.

  His hips moved in hunger while his shaft filled me to the hilt. I lay back against the table and lifted my hips with each of his thrusts, moaning his name with each thrust. My back bowed as my body exploded once more into a mind blowing orgasm. His hands moved to my hips as he continued that dance of his hips. He rolled and thrust, giving me the most sensational sex I’d ever had.

  Finally I could see the end coming for him as his eyes shut harshly for the first time and he slowed his movements. He throbbed mercilessly, spilling his seed deep into the bowels of my core. He jerked before falling forward and lying against my breasts.

  I ran my fingers through his sweat-coated hair. He hummed in response. This was the place I always knew I wanted to be. In his arms.

  Chapter Three

  My hands shook as I brushed through the long tresses of my auburn hair. I wanted to leave my hair down for Dean, laughing at myself for choosing everything precisely for Dean. The dress I wore gave away a little cleavage as it dipped low between my breasts. The color changed my hazel eyes to a dark blue. Black always seemed to bring out the blue hues. Applying a deep grey color to my eyes brought out the brightness of the color.

  The undergarments…well I wore none…for Dean. The excitement it held brought me to the edge as my body ached for him again. Gliding on a sheer gloss to my lips, I stood and slid my feet into the black high heels that would accentuate my toned legs.

  Lingering at the reflection in the mirror, nerves played a part in the butterflies that fluttered in the deepest part of me. It was the best I could do. He either loved it or hated it.

  I could hear the soft melody of Dean’s album playing downstairs and it only made my heart race faster, knowing he would be here any minute. I could hear laughter and my father talking to his guests that had already arrived for the Christmas gathering, the feast that my father held every year for his closest friends. The more intimate dinner would be on Christmas morning for the family and Dean of course, if he was still around at that time.

  Suddenly my heart sank as I remembered he would be going back on the road and I would be going back home. I slumped on the side of the bed and silently wondered if it would ever be our time. Would we ever be the couple that I wanted?

  I had to make him fall in love with me the way I had him. Vowing to tell him how I felt before I left, I made of the front my dress with shaky hands. Standing, I squared my shoulders and took a few deep calming breaths. The sound of the doorbell downstairs made my newfound confidence falter only slightly.

  Opening my door, I stepped out and down the stairs I went, my eyes taking in the wonderful vibe of all the people surrounding my father.

  Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure and I looked over to see Dean standing there with adoration in his eyes. My eyes stung with unshed tears. His smile broke free, his eyes crinkling from the wideness. His hand reached out for me as I stepped off the last step. Our fingers entwined, clutching hard to one another.

  He leaned in close to my ear. “You look stunning tonight, Lizzie. It will be my toughest hour trying to keep my hands off you.”

  I looked up and our lips were inches apart. “Then don’t.” I challenged back. His eyes smoldered as he let out a growl, accepting the challenge I’d laid out for him.

  “You’re on
, darling.” With our hands clutched, he brought them behind my back. I let go to wrap my arm around his waist. Before we walked closer to my father, his hand slipped and squeezed my bottom. He looked down at me casually. “Hmm.” I giggled when realization of the non-existent under-garments registered with him.

  “Dean, son, I’m so happy you made it.” My father’s eyes twinkled as he caught sight of our embrace and clutched him softly on the shoulder.

  “Good to see you again, sir.”

  My father waved his hand between them. “What’s this ‘sir’ business? It’s Kenneth.”

  Dean gave him a smile as he shook hands with my father. “Thank you Kenneth.” I could tell he felt wrong by not addressing him formally, but he did it to please my father and for that I admired him more.

  “Elizabeth, why don’t you show Dean where he can get a drink.” I nodded to him and led Dean to the bar at the other side of the room. He ordered bourbon and Coke and then a margarita for me.

  “How did you know I like margaritas?”

  Handing the drink to me he said, “I saw you drinking it last night.” He laughed as he tilted the glass to his lips. My eyes couldn’t leave his face. The attraction to Dean was so great that I felt I could never see anyone else the way I saw him.

  The daughters and granddaughters of my father’s friends whispered and giggled as they watched Dean with lust in their eyes and desire written in their body language. I felt protective of him and wanted to shield him from the onslaught of women that he would soon be bombarded with when they gathered their confidence. “Be wary, Dean. There are eyes on you throughout this room and none of them look like they would go easy on you.”

  Dean didn’t look around the room but his eyes narrowed. He placed his drink on the bar and took me in his arms. The breath shot out of me when his lips came down on mine. I could hear subtle gasps from around the room and cameras going off around us. Dean didn’t seem bothered by the attention we were getting so I let it go and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Pulling back he lowered his lips close to my ear. “Are they still watching?”

  “Yes.” I didn’t need to look; I could feel the heated stares of the lusting women that watched his every move before now.

  “Good. I only have eyes for you, Lizzie.” He released me and picked up his glass once more and drank. Surprised by his answer, I wanted to take him at his word but I didn’t know if I should.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is being served. Please join me in the dining room.” The crowd broke apart and dwindled as Dean held my hand and waited for the majority to leave before following.

  The dinner, to say the least, was torture. Dean’s hand stayed on my leg or thigh the entire time. My father glanced at us occasionally and smiled when he saw how we were getting along. If things didn’t work out the way I wanted, his heart would be broken. So would mine.

  After dinner, Dean asked me to meet him in the billiard room for privacy. I waited for a few minutes after he left to follow him so not to bring attention to us.

  Looking behind me, I twisted the knob and it gave away. I shut the door behind me and locked it, not wanting to be interrupted by any prying eyes. Dean leaned against the billiard table, fingering a pool ball as he watched each cautious stride I made to him.

  “Lizzie, you look absolutely beautiful tonight and it has been hell to keep my hands moderately to myself.” He grabbed me and crushed my body to his. “It’s hell not being able to touch you the way I want to.” With one hand at the small of my back, the other splayed against my chest, he said, “This dress is magnificent on you.” His hand slipped to my breasts, rolling the hardened bud between his fingers as it strained through the thin material of the dress.

  My breathing fell in sporadic spurts. My lips parted as his hand massaged my breast in his palm. “Put your hands on me Lizzie. Anywhere you want.” I whimpered as they went straight to the erection that poked at my stomach. I lifted myself up to kiss him but he dodged me to tease me. His half smile told me he wanted to play and I was game.

  I bit at his chin as my hand pressed and stroked his shaft through his pants. “Make sure you really want what you’re asking for.” His eyes danced around my face in excitement.

  “Oh Lizzie, I want it and so do you. I can see it in your eyes. You like the game as much as I do.”

  I ripped away his belt and tore away the button at his pants. “Yes, I do, Dean.” His eyes widened and leaned on his hands behind him at the table as I pushed his pants down and then his boxers.

  “What are you doing…?” Sinking to my knees in front of him, I took him fully in. As my tongue swiped the tip of him, he took in a sharp intake of breath. He moaned softly as he fisted his hands in my hair. My fingers dug into his hips. “We shouldn’t…ah…be doing this here. Oh darling…don’t stop.” His hips jerked into motion, thrusting into my mouth at a rapid and breathless pace. My mouth sucked as he thrust, the faster he thrust the harder I sucked. My tongue pressed hard against his shaft as he drove into my mouth. My eyes shot up, wanting to watch his face as it contorted into pleasure. His teeth clenched as his lips drew into a thin line. Dean’s hips rolled before shooting forward, driving himself into my warm and inviting mouth. I moaned around him and the vibration set him off. He moaned his deep throaty appreciation. I moaned louder as he spilled hot and heavy spurts of his seed. His hips jerked from the force of his release.

  When I pulled away from him, he jerked one last time as he spilled from my mouth. Raising his pants and boxers as I rose, I kissed his parted sweet lips as I buckled him back up. His thumbs circled the rose color tint of my face heated from the exertion of my actions. His lips moved with mine, his tongue tangled with mine. Pulling away, he looked deep into my eyes. The look spoke volumes, His mouth moved as if he would wanted to say something, but didn’t.

  “We should get back before someone misses us and makes a big deal of it.” He took my hand and led me back to the party. No one seemed to be the wiser and if they had, they didn’t react.

  The night progressed and soon the party came to a close as the last of the guests poured out the door. Dean leaned against the banister as he stood in front of me. Our good-byes were meaningless as we stood gazing back into each other’s eyes but neither of us moved to leave. I could see Dean didn’t want to leave and truth be told, I didn’t want him to leave.

  “Hey, Dean, why don’t you take the spare room so you don’t have to drive in this weather?” My father sidled up beside us.

  Dean glanced over to me and turned back to my father. “Yes, I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you—Kenneth.” Catching his slip up he shook my father’s hand and we watched as Papa took the stairs in a sluggish and tired gait.

  “Well, I guess I don’t have to say good bye…for now.” The last few words shot a pain deep into my heart and stomach. Was he saying that he eventually would? I nodded and looked away.

  “Well, I’m exhausted I’ll show you to your room.” I could see something in his eyes but I turned and tried not to analyze each of his looks. He followed closely behind; I could feel the closeness with him right behind me.

  Stopping two doors from mine, I opened the door and turned the light on as I stepped aside for him to enter. He walked farther into the room, inventorying the set-up. After a few minutes he turned serious. “I’m not staying in here unless you’re staying with me. Where you go, I go tonight.” Why was he adding these last words? To make me think he only wanted me for the time he was here? Anger began to seep through my veins, icing the warm feelings I had for him.

  “I’ll see you in the morning, Dean.” I turned quickly and left the room.

  I shut the door behind me and threw myself onto my bed. Covering my face, I sobbed. I thought I could only have him while I was there. I knew deep down that my feelings would rear their ugly head and tear through an
y solace I’d found in Dean since coming home.

  Not knowing how long I lay there crying over Dean—again— I lifted myself from the bed and stripped of my dress, I got under the covers and lay back onto the comforting sheets. I had to learn to live my life without him.

  Closing my eyes I slipped into the unconscious state of dreaming.

  Chapter Four

  The sun slipped through the half-open curtain of my window. I ached all over from the constant sobs throughout the night. The pain of losing Dean for a second time in my life hurt more than the first. Voices from below my window rose up and I tried to determine who they belonged to. Papa and Dean? Was he leaving?

  Staying there in the bed was the toughest thing I had to do. I wanted to assure myself that he wasn’t leaving. Why wouldn’t he? I’d denied him another free ride last night.

  I heard the front door shut and then footsteps on the stairs. I rolled over to my side away from the door. A few minutes later my door creaked open. I pulled the covers above my shoulders, covering up the fact that I was naked beneath the sheets.

  The bed dipped beside me a few seconds later. “Lizzie, why do you keep running from me?” His voice was broken and torn, evidence that he’d slept no better than I had.

  “Dean, I’m not running. I’m merely walking away before you leave at the end of the week and hurt me again.”

  “I hurt you before?”

  Sitting up and letting the sheet fall away from me, I glared at him. “Yes. I wanted you back then but you didn’t want me, remember? I left for college to get away from the constant pain of seeing you every day and not being able to have you.” Swinging my legs off the bed I made a move to stand but Dean tackled me back onto the bed. He was on top of me before I had an idea of what happened.

  “I did want you back then.” The control of his voice and the sweet nature of his tenor scares me more than anything. “I wanted you more than I wanted anything. But I had to go do my music before I could give you the life that you deserved.” He forced his mouth on me but tore away before I could reciprocate. “I had to get that out of my veins before I could give you everything; before I could give you all of me.”