Rock This Christmas

by Mia Madison

  With her straddling me I walk across the room and push her back against the wall. With her pinned there I have her naked tits in front of me and her pussy spread. I look down and see she’s all pink and glistening with need. When my fingers slide across her parted folds Lana arches back into the wall and moans loud.

  I cover her mouth with my palm and position my rock hard length in her entrance. Lana bites my skin, her eyes ravaging mine saying she needs me. Her hips buck back and forth a little, urging me inside her and making her tits bounce provocatively. With one thrust of my pelvis I bury myself all the way inside her tight pussy.

  12

  Lana

  Noel’s cock inside me is unbelievable. So impossibly good I forget to breathe, which only makes me pant harder when I remember. He’s so big he pushes at my inner walls, stretching them enough to make my body tense with lusty need.

  I thrash down onto him and grip his biceps, grinding my nails into the muscle which doesn’t seem to bother him at all as he thrusts harder into me making me moan. I’m in awe of his strength, how he can hold me impaled on his shaft supporting the weight of both of us on one leg.

  “Fuck, you feel incredible, Lana,” he grits into my hair as he slides out to the very tip before jerking deep inside me again.

  “Don’t stop,” I moan, corkscrewing down onto his shaft until his head grinds into the end of my pussy.

  “I have no intention of stopping,” he husks. “Not until you scream and beg.”

  He’s not joking. I can feel the agony of a huge climax building up in me and I need to release it, but it’s almost too much. I’m going to come completely undone on him.

  “Harder,” I moan, pushing back on him so hard my tits bounce like rubber balls.

  I don’t care, I need him deeper and faster and the building climax is about to tear me apart.

  “Come for me, Baby,” Noel rasps.

  I have to stop but I can’t. He pounds into me faster and I’ve reached the edge. A wave of pleasure so intense flies up my thighs and through my core, that I start wailing and knot my fingers in his lush hair, using it as ballast to shudder through an orgasm I’m sure will rip me open at every seam.

  Noel thumbs across my swollen clit with a seductive stroke that draws out another round of twitching climax. Only when he sees I’m spent does he thrust into me and holding his cock buried deep, releases his own climax.

  We stand there against the wall, panting and I’m in shock at the intensity of my emotions, so much so that I feel tears threatening to drop. Noel tenderly wraps his arms around me and carries me across the floor.

  “You are more and more incredible every moment I spend with you,” he husks.

  I can’t help but burst into giggles at how his lop-sided half hop makes his still semi-hard shaft thrust into me and make my pussy clench around him again. By the time he flops down on the sofa with me impaled on him, he’s rock hard inside me again.

  I circle my hips on his shaft, straddling him. He gazes down the length of my body and then his eyes roll up slightly under the lids as though I’m delivering pure ecstasy.

  “I think we found the way around my impediment,” he rasps as I circle and grind down, changing it up.

  He pulls me forward onto his mouth and sucks my nipple as I continue to build us both to another shuddering climax.

  I fall against his chest after, and he strokes my hair.

  “Stay with me tonight,” he says.

  “I can’t,” I whisper. “This time I really must go. I have to get myself together for the early shift.”

  “Will you come to dinner tomorrow?”

  “I’ll try,” I promise. Every cell is craving the comfort of sleeping with his arms enveloping me. But I have to be responsible. We both should be. “We have some promo thing we have to shoot and I don’t remember the time.”

  Noel carefully dresses me again and then walks me to the car he called. His kiss is softer than earlier but no less intense. I go home floating on wheels as though I’m flying through the sky and sleep better than I have for months.

  But in the morning I can tell that the gossip has definitely gone around the cast. Only the girls give me strange looks. None of the stagehands and, luckily, the producers or our chaperones, seem to know about me being seen out with Noel. No one says a word. Just those strange looks, which are more disconcerting. I was expecting to be teased and the butt of jokes.

  It turns out that we have to perform on one of the Late Night Shows and then again at a concert in front of the Rockefeller tree today. I don’t get to see Noel and it’s strange how much I miss him. He sends me a couple of texts through the evening, telling me how amazing the day we spent together was anyhow he needs to see me again. I agree to go Christmas tree shopping with them but I’m on the late shift for the next few days which gives me no time to do anything but live and breathe the show.

  Between the third and final show of the night, I come into the dressing room and hear Noel’s name mentioned. Then a hush falls over the room as soon as the girls notice me so I know I’m being talked about, which honestly makes me feel really uncomfortable. After having this experience of coming into a silent room with my stepmom and her daughters, I prefer that people are straight up with me. My dancing partners all look at me from beneath their eyelashes in the reflection of their mirrors which is even more disconcerting.

  “What?” I snap, finally breaking.

  “Nothing,” A couple of them mutter and look away.

  “Don’t say nothing,” I push back. “I know you all know I was out with one of the show’s producers.”

  “You know that’s not allowed right?” Eloise says.

  I bite back on telling them they could all mind their business.

  “I don’t’ care,” I snip. “I’m not a kid to be told who I can or can’t see and I don’t see how it hurts anyone.”

  “Only his wife,” someone says but they’re all looking down at their make up tables and I can’t tell who it was.

  “What does that mean?” I snarl, the hackles only back prickling. “Don’t you know his wife died?

  “Hmmm,” comes the dubious response.

  “That’s what worries us, Lana,” Eloise says.

  “Yeah we’re concerned about you,” Kaila agrees.

  “Why?” I demand.

  The girls meet eyes in their mirrors, challenging each other over who’s going to speak.

  “Why?” I repeat, more forcefully.

  “He killed his wife,” Lolo whisper.

  “No he didn’t,” I snarl.

  “You’re a little biased, Lana,” Kaila says. “I saw the way you were looking at him.”

  “That’s because I know him,” I say. I’ve always been a person that sticks up for someone being abused behind their backs. Like I said, I can’t stand it when people don’t speak honestly about others.

  “No one’s accusing anyone,” Kaila seems to be the speaker for the group. “But there’s a rumor going around about it and you know what they say about fire.”

  “Yeah, it should be put out,” I snip.

  “You should be careful,” She shrugs. “We’re just worried about you. Us girls have to stick together.”

  “Yeah, why weren’t the police called when he jumped out of the window?” My neighbor, Randi, who always has my back pipes up. “Was it guilt that he killed that poor little girl’s mom?”

  “He didn’t,” I screech, then more calm and in control, “I know he didn’t. He wouldn’t.”

  The girls all focus on their mirrors and busy themselves with their lipstick, giving the tension a chance to relax. But inside me it doesn’t. I quickly make up and getting through the final show is a nightmare.

  After it’s done, I see a text from Noel inviting me over. I’m too upset and blow him off with an excuse I immediately regret. I yearn to be wrapped into his big arms right now.

  I still feel totally sure of Noel but what if I’m wrong? This is happening so fast he could
be reeling me in with all that seductive charm. I’m a prime target right now and they say sociopaths can always pick them out. I did tell him about my home life. My dad dying, the battles with my stepmother and the ugly sisters, as Noel calls them. He makes me laugh and all the stress dissipate but that could be his game.

  I just don’t know.

  I guess I’ve been too much of a pushover. Because of the situation with my family, meeting him has made me less inclined to go home - I don’t even have one now and he knows that. My stepmother would likely not even allow me back in the house and if she did there would only be angst as we battle out the inheritance.

  And - great timing - I can’t rent my own place when my career as a ballet dancer is over. I’m now chosen for very few solo roles in the company and get way more chorus parts which I turn down. Yes it’s partly ego but also they aren’t challenging enough to interest me. All this means I may have subconsciously thought of Noel as my escape hatch.

  But I want that hatch even for a short time. I’ve fallen in love with Halliday and oh god, maybe her father as well. How can I be sure what I’m feeling isn’t lust and a whole lot of fear of the future?

  Noel texts me every day but I wiggle my way out of seeing him all the days I’m on the late shift, saying I’m busy. It’s true, we have endless TV appearances and events but every second, my body craves more of him. My pussy clenches whenever I think of him pushing through my resistance and my heart takes a dive every time his gorgeous face comes into my head.

  By Christmas Eve I’m back on the day shift but still I ignore his invites to come tree shopping. How can they not have a tree yet? No one leaves it this late.

  When I come out of the final show in the afternoon, I’m shocked to see the man and little girl waiting patiently at the stage door.

  “Oh god, you look half frozen,” I say crouching down to hug Halliday and give her a warming rub.

  “I wanted to come and see you but Daddy didn’t want to inter-ruct your work,” she says sadly. “I missed you.”

  I hear Brad, the backstage doorkeeper give a snort of disapproval but ignore him.

  “You can come see me whenever you like,” I say without censoring myself. I look up at Noel and he’s gazing intensely into me, like he knows everything.

  “Can you come to see Santa please, Lana?” Hallie pleads, so sweetly I can’t refuse.

  13

  Noel

  I intended to go out of town to cut down a tree. Get us all some country air and a change from the manic crush in the city. But Lana swiftly says she can’t leave town. She seems suspicious of me as she asks why I’ve left it so late to get a tree.

  “I’ve been waiting to do this with you,” I tell her, then add with a grin; “And not only because I can’t drive at the moment.”

  I want to share this with her, this first real Christmas with Halliday.

  She shakes her head again and says she can’t leave the city in case something happens and she’s held up from the performance. That lets me know something is really wrong between us. There are understudies for the show but suddenly she’s icing me. I can give her time but I’m not letting her go. Not for anything.

  Halliday and I have both fallen completely in love with Lana and I guess that’s a hard thing for her to deal with - a man plus a small child all at once when she’s got so much else on her mind. But we’re determined we won’t let her go.

  She looks up at me with a strange grimace. Christ, am I acting like a stalker waiting for her like this?

  We walk across the plaza to Santa’s grotto and as we wait on line for Santa, Halliday starts playing with some other little kids, giving me a chance to talk to Lana.

  “I know this sounds crazy, but the other night was amazing and I’ve missed you a ton.”

  She sucks her lips in with a little frown but doesn’t reply. So now I know something’s really bugging her.

  “What is it, Babe?” I rub the small of her back and it feels so good to touch her. “Did someone say something about us being out together?”

  I hope she isn’t taking any taunts because of me.

  She shakes her head no but she’s still biting on her lips and looking distraught.

  “I have to focus on building a new life once this little fantasy is over in January,” she finally says in a halting manner.

  Is that what this is about? She’s afraid I’m stringing her along for Christmas, knowing she won’t be sticking around. If I come clean with her she might freak out even more.

  “You could say the same about me,” I agree. “But what’s better than a new year, new life. We’re both on a quest for change.”

  “Yes but yours is more an adjustment,” She says, not giving an inch. “A huge one, I get that, but you know where you’re going with it at least.”

  We move to the head of the line and Hallie comes bounding over. She wraps her arms around our legs, pinning us together and bursting with excitement.

  She climbs up onto Santa’s lap without any fear and starts telling him what she’d like him to bring her, putting her little hand up to his huge beard to whisper in his ear. I feel a rush of emotion and pull out my phone to record the moment. As I keep my eyes glued to Hallie, I feel Lana’s eyes burning into me.

  “Come join me on my path,” I say before I can stop myself, from the side of my mouth, keeping my eyes fixed forward on my kid. “Two walking together is more fulfilling than one.”

  Lana’s so quiet that I glance down at her and see her frown as she works up a comment.

  “That day we met,” she starts.

  Shit. Is that what this is about?

  “Unusual circumstances,” I quip.

  My humor doesn’t connect though and she wrinkles her nose up more.

  “Did the police ever question you?” She asks out of nowhere.

  “The police? No why would they?”

  “Well you fell out of the sky and you aren’t that kind of Angel.”

  “Far from it,” I joke.

  Again it falls on humorless ears. If anything Lana is looking at me more suspiciously.

  Halliday is set down by Santa and comes running over to us showing us the miniature dollhouse the elf gave her.

  “So you told him you want a dollhouse?” I ask her.

  “I did but I told him I want something else a lot lot more than that,” she says very seriously.

  “Oh, what’s that?”

  Holy fuck, how do I manage something else at this stage of the game. I bat my eyes over to Santa who’s looking more like the Grinch.

  “I can’t tell you Daddy,” Hallie tells me. “It’s a secret with Santa.”

  Lana looks at me now with a smile, that at least warms me.

  “Now what?” I mouth.

  Like a savior she comes up with an instant plan.

  “Do you need the ladies room before we go get the Christmas tree, Hallie?” she asks.

  “Yes I do and I would like some hot chocolate too, please, because I is feeling cherubly chilly.”

  We laugh together for the first time at Hallie’s somehow appropriate word mistake. I nod at Lana and watch them go off hand in hand with my chest about to burst open. Is this what love is? It’s almost too much to contain.

  I wait impatiently for Santa to get done with his next kid then, before the next one, I hobble up to his throne and ask him what my kid asked him for.

  “Don’t worry, I told her I couldn’t guarantee that,” he says.

  “But what was it?”

  He looks me up and down, sizing me up for a moment then says: “Just a giant doll house.”

  I head back toward the cafe where Lana has secured us all hot chocolates.

  “Saved,” I hiss as I swing Halie up onto my shoulders so she isn’t squashed by knees and shopping bags.

  “I thought he’d say she asked for a part in the show,” Lana whispers.

  “That wouldn’t be so difficult to score. I thought he was gonna say she’d asked for you to s
tay,” I tell her, watching her jolt of reaction but unsure how to read it.

  “She does nothing but talk about you,” I add, breaking my rule not to pressure Lana too soon. “Almost as much as I do.”

  Lana doesn’t get the chance to respond as Hallie drags her away for her opinion on the tree she’s found. Together we all dig through the remainder of the Christmas trees the seller has left. I want the biggest one that will touch my ten feet ceilings and be a wonder to Hallie when she was up Christmas morning.

  Lana and Hallie are equally excited and I can’t believe how much I enjoy watching them. The warmth inside me is much more invigorating than all the nights I spent in bars looking for the perfect girl.

  Finally they select the perfect tree. I pay and ask the guy to deliver.

  “Sorry bud, the truck is out for the rest of the night, packed solid.”

  “Okay then,” I say, hefting it up on my shoulder.

  “God, Noel, you can’t carry that beast all the way home on one leg,”

  “Don’t you believe it,” I assure her.

  “Daddy can do anything,” Hallie says and I only wish that were true because then I’d be sure that Lana would always be around.

  I’m in a lot of pain by the time we make it home but I don’t let on to the girls and haul the tree up the stairs to its position in the bay window.

  I order in supper and then we hang the stockings. Hallie is shimmering with excitement and it’s so infectious, even Lana’s eyes are shining.

  Hallie hangs her stocking on the fireplace then looks to us expectantly. I realize I don’t have stockings for Lana and I.

  “Oh dear, I hope that doesn’t mean Santa wont get me what I asked for,” Hallie says as I take her to her room.

  “What did that mean?” I hiss to Lana once Hallie’s safely in bed. Keeping my voice low because I know she’s not asleep yet.