Page 54 of Holiday Unscripted
She looks up at me and I can see the twinkle in her eye from her spot down the table.
Me: What good is it to tell you when I can show you?
Elizabeth: It better be worth my time.
I push away from the table. “I’ll be back,” I mumble to the group, but no one notices me as I walk to the back where the bathroom is. I take a look around and spot the maintenance closet.
Then I hear her boots coming my way. “Well?” She folds her arms over her chest. “You got me here.” She looks around. “What do you have to show me?”
I slip my hand in hers and pull her with me into the closet. A soft light is on overhead and there are racks of cleaning and paper supplies. She turns around at the same time I close the door and push her back against it. “You look beautiful,” I tell her, stepping into her space.
“Yeah.” Her voice is breathless as I step even closer to her, and she puts one hand on my chest. “You look hot,” she compliments with a smile as she tilts her head to the side. “Really fucking hot.”
“I know we said we shouldn’t do this,” I mumble as I tilt my head the other way, my lips getting closer and closer to her, “but I just can’t stay away from you.” I rub my nose with hers. “I don’t want to stay away from you.”
I don’t know who moves first, but my lips are on hers and her hand on my chest is now snaking up to the back of my neck. The kiss is frantic as she moves away from me. “Waited for you in the shower,” she informs me. “Was playing with myself”—my cock strains to get out—“hoping you’d come in and take over.” She grips my hand and pulls it up. “Tried to get there but it just wasn’t good enough.” She takes my forefinger and my middle finger into her mouth, sucking them like she would suck my cock. “Need you to make me come,” she pleads, dropping my hand and then gripping her skirt at her hips and shimmying it up. “No one has made me come like you have,” she admits and I look down to see her skirt is now around her waist. “Nate”—she arches her back, grabbing my wrist—“please, make me come.”
I move my wrist out of her hand, rubbing it down the front of her panties. “I’ll make you come”—she shivers—“but when we get home, I want you on your knees”—she nods—“and in my bed.”
“Yes,” she hisses as I move her panties to the side and tease her entrance with my fingers. Her mouth opens and hovers over mine. “Yes,” she pants out, waiting for it, “I need?—”
“Don’t tell me what my pussy needs,” I hiss at her, “I know what you need.” I ram two fingers in her and she moans out. “It’s going to be fast,” I tell her as I slide my fingers in and out of her, then bury them to my knuckles and curl them into her G-spot. Her legs open to give me more access. “I wish I could bend you over and fuck you silly.” She writhes against the door, the sound of her heavy breathing filling the room. “Come in your pussy.” I can tell she’s close, her pussy gets wetter on my fingers. “Have me leaking out of you all night.” My cock struggles to get out and into her.
“Yes,” she moans, “God yes.” I cover her mouth with mine as soon as she comes, swallowing down her moan. Her juices drip down my knuckles to my wrist as she spasms around them.
Only when she rests her head back against the door, and her orgasm tapers off, do I slip my fingers out of her. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I wink at her. “I told you it would be worth your time.”
CHAPTER 21
Elizabeth
HALLELUJAH
December 21st
I grip the sheets in my hands, my elbows moving back and forth as he fucks me from behind. I woke up with Nate’s head buried in between my legs, which then led to him sliding into me and then, when I was fully awake, treating me to my third orgasm of the morning. “Nate,” I moan his name and his hold on my hips tightens each time.
“Yeah, baby,” he answers, not stopping his rhythm.
“I’m close,” I tell him, even though he knows. It’s like he has an owner’s manual for my body. He works me like no one else has ever worked me before. The sex is always good, and just when I think it won’t get better, he basically says, hold my beer and makes it feel like I’m floating in the atmosphere.
“I know, baby.” He slams into me one last time and that is what sends me flying over the edge and crashing into the abyss. I fuck him back, riding out my orgasm. “Fuck, I don’t know if I can hold back.”
“Then don’t.” I look over my shoulder at him as he pulls out of me and places his cock between my ass cheeks as he grips it and shoots his cum on my lower back. I arch my back as he slaps my ass and I smile.
“Don’t tease me with that ass,” he warns and moves away from me, and I collapse on the middle of his bed. Where I said I would never go again. But last night, after the closet, we walked back out and I couldn’t stay away from him. The soft touches no one saw. The looks he would give me over the table. It was all too much. When he parked in his driveway and we walked in, he put his hand around my waist and then I walked straight to his room where I got on my knees. “I don’t think I can move.”
“Well.” He smacks my ass lightly and then kisses the back of my neck. “I have to go let Whiskey out, and I can bring you a coffee.”
“That sounds like a plan,” I tell him as he grabs his shorts before going to the bathroom to clean up. He walks out with a white cloth in his hand as he wipes my back.
“How chivalrous of you,” I tease, and he glares. “You were jealous.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” he denies. “Do you want coffee or do you not want coffee?” He wipes my lower back.
“I would like coffee,” I answer and then flip over when he’s done, “but I’ll come with you. You can make the coffee and I can feed Whiskey and let him out.” Getting out of bed, I slip on one of his discarded T-shirts from the chair in the corner.
I follow him out of the room and come face-to-face with Bean, who’s decided to come out of hiding to witness my walk of shame, and Baby Cat. “Your cats are very judgmental,” I tell him as they stare at me and I stare back at them. “Don’t tell me you’ve never slept in his bed before.” I walk down the steps as I follow him as he waits for me at the bottom of the steps.
