Fuensalida

Chapter 24

Celeste pushed bags into her closet, thinking she should claim one of the unused closets in one of the other rooms just for all of the clothes she’s come along in the last few months. She hated Christmas shopping, and here she was, bags of gifts for people, and knowing that none of them were quite what she was looking for.

Celeste heard Chris’s footsteps down the hall. She turned and slammed the closet doors tightly shut as her door knob started to turn, before he actually knocked. She only smirked, waiting for him to enter her room. He pushed into the room and she promptly moved away from her closet door. “Home already?”

“Yes,’ he grinned, stepping further into the room, pushing the door, though it never latched quite right.

Celeste crossed her arms under her breasts. “What’d you get me?” she asked, with more curiosity to the tone than she wanted to admit to.

“What’d you get me?” he countered, stepping towards her, looking her up and down. He was enjoying the yellow sweater and the matching yellow skirt with the white trim, it went perfectly with the white boots on her feet. He never liked the color yellow on clothing, she looked like a lemon meringue pie he had been drooling over since it was finished baking.

“Why should I buy you something with your money?” Even if she had.

He smirked, his eyes again looking her over. “Did you buy yourself anything that I might enjoy?”

Her grin spread too fast for her to completely wipe it away as quickly as she would have desired. “Who knows?”

“You do.”

“Oh right,” she said with a wide grin. “I do.”

“Yes, you do.”

Celeste wagged her finger at him. “You’re not seeing anything.”

“No?” he asked. He stepped closer looking over the delicious young girl. “I think I’m see a lot.”

Celeste looked down at herself, fixing her short skirt. “This isn’t that bad,” she insisted.

Chris shook his head, grinning. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“What is?” Celeste asked, this time completely naïve to his meaning.

“That I’m seeing a lot to like,” he smiled. His hands reached up to grip her top and gave it a little tug, revealing more of the cleavage under the sweater. He loved she always dressed as if she was ready for him to start feeling her up. Her clothing was always revealing, showing off the goods that were her body, and as far as he knew he was the only one who was able to touch those very goods.

Celeste, as was usual, had to be Celeste. She wrapped her arms around herself to hold her sweater in place. He only grinned and reached back, tugging the back of her skirt in retaliation. She stepped back and he followed.

“So, I assume you were sticking things into the closet,” he said.

Her frown was poignant, as was the grumble. “Maybe.”

“You’re usually more cheerful when you’ve gone shopping,” he grinned at her.

It elicited a laugh from her, a sound he appreciated. “Sorry, it just felt like more of a chore to me this time.”

“Why is that?” he asked.

“Hundreds of people fighting over the same things,” she explained, thinking back to Black Friday’s sales and deals for that one day. “Plus I couldn’t find anything that really was what I wanted for gifts.”

“Figures,” he said, sympathizing with her. “I took the opportunity to sleep in.”

Celeste’s good humor continued. “Yes, well, you would.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Yes, yes I would,” Chris agreed.

Celeste chuckled and moved over to her bed, bouncing up onto the high bed to sit on the edge. “So you have no idea what you are giving me for Christmas?”

“You’ll just have to wait,” he grinned. “Won’t you?”

“Oh, so I only get one little thing?” she fished.

“Not what I said.” Chris walked over and with less hop needed, sat on the edge of her bed next to her.

“No?” Her eyes fell on him.

He looked her straight in those beautiful blues. “You’re fully aware that you concluded that just to be difficult.”

She grinned. “Yes, I am.” Celeste shifted, turning her head away from him only to shock him by leaning her head against him, relaxing. He slid his arm slowly around her, pulling her close. Closing her eyes gently she struggled with her feet against the boots for a moment, and just when he was offering to help her there was a thunk on the floor, followed by a quieter one as the right boot fell onto the left.

“Well,” he said, clearing his throat, “instead of going shopping you should have crawled into bed with me.”

The snort of laughter surprised Chris, but he smiled as she covered it quickly. “I’m not really surprised that’s where you would go with that.”

“Fine,” he said, “tell me that it wouldn’t have been more fun.”

Celeste did not deny it. “If I had done that I wouldn’t have bought what I did buy today.”

“Oh?” he asked, his interest piqued. “So you did buy something great?”

“Nothing you would approve of,” she said, looking back at her closet.

“No?” he asked. “Why is that?”

“I bought books.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

Chris chuckled, sitting back a bit. “I’d let you wear a book.”

“Oh?” and then she surprised Chris by continuing. “Should I just lay naked across the bed with only a book open and draped across my chest?”

Chris was picture that very picture with a large Cheshire smile. “Exactly.”

Celeste laughed. “This isn’t Playboy.”

“You bought a Playboy?” he asked, almost excited.

“No, I didn’t buy a Playboy,” Celeste said, though she already knew he was only teasing her. “Though maybe if you had naked pictures to look at you would just take care of yourself In your room and stop searching me out.”

“Now you’re just being absurd.”

Celeste rolled her eyes. “I’m the one being absurd.”

“You’re ahead on points right now,” he explained to her.

“Oh?” she asked in her perfectly haughty tone. “Why is that?”

“Take care of myself and stop searching you out?” he scoffed. “That totally trumps asking you whether you’d bought a Playboy.”

Celeste laughed a bit, glancing down at her toes. “I thought it was a good suggestion.”

Chris could not help the small chuckle. “Funny suggestion, not a good one.”

“Good,” Celeste countered.

“Does this mean I’m getting a book for Christmas?” Chris looked towards what he assumed was now the forbidden closet door.

“No,” Celeste shook her head. “This means I hadn’t found you what I wanted to get you.”

Chris shifted and leaned against her. “No?”

Celeste leaned back slightly. “No.”

“Oh well.” He slid his arm back around her. “There’s still time.”

“Yes, there is plenty of time,” but she still felt a panic in her heart from it.

Chris’s arm tightened around her and pulled her closer. She moved easily, closing her eyes while he looked her over. He reached out for her text book on the night stand and gripped, pulling it up to her chest and holding it over her.

Celeste chuckled, opening her eyes and looking down. “Not like that.”

“Just visualizing a bit,” he smiled. “Unless you wanted to model properly.”

Celeste shrugged and said something that nearly bowled him over. “Sure.” He could only grin like a dope in return. “What? You’re going to end up having sex with me anyway, right?” Her hands moved to him and forced him off of the bed and onto his feet.

“I’m even more excited about that now,” he said, turning to glance back at her. She made a face and he turned away from her and faced the opposite direction, disappointed her curtains were drawn. It was hard to see even the outline of her body this way. He could only listen to her moving about on the bed, closing his eyes trying to imagine it.

“Okay,” she said slowly. Chris turned, anxious to see this, and his jaw nearly dropped. She had found her glasses and had them slightly askew on her face, sliding down her nose, her eyes peering over them. Her back was pressed against the mattress, hair spread out under her, all clothes now crumpled on the floor. Her legs were drawn up, covering her pussy by the bend. And there, draped across her breasts, squeezing them slightly together, was an open book.

Perfectly coating her face was a delicate blush, one that knew she looked enticing and delicious and still one that was not used to pushing for this sort of attention.

“This is one moment where I love literature,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper. She smiled at him and he could not keep himself away from her any longer. He moved to the bed, crawling onto it. Her shyness snuck through and she pulled the book away from her perfect breasts and moved it over her face. He only chuckled and leaned down to kiss her stomach lightly.

With a chuckle she closed her eyes and continued to try to hide her blush. She was failing, and he was enjoying. He slid his tongue up her stomach and along it, feeling her shift under him. He glanced up her body, over her breasts, into her eyes that were peaking out from beneath the book. Keeping her eyes held he moved up to her nipple with his tongue, licking around it in a slow circle.

“Oh,” she moaned out, surprised at herself. He lifted and move to her other breast, once again circling her nipple with his tongue. Nipples erect and body quickly turning into open need, her hand released her hold on the book and it fell to the floor, a loud thump the thing to distract them, and it did little to do so.

He wrapped his mouth around one of her nipples and sucked at it, feeling her tremble under him, his arms moving around her to hold her tightly. One hand traveled up, over her stomach, up her body and wrapped around her breast. Her sharp intake of breath told him how much she was giving to him, and he wanted it all.

“Mmm…” he moaned. He licked at her other nipple while his fingers played along her breasts. “Play with me.” He licked her again, his other hand moving down her body and between her thighs, pushing up against her.

Her hands reached out to him. Too awkward, she realized. Her hands would not move past his shoulders in this position, and she was positive he wanted more than a shoulder rub. “I can’t even reach you like this,” she said on a trembling voice.

Lifting his head just a bit he nipped the edge of her breasts, watching her. His fingers danced along her damp lower lips, feeling her growing need for him and loving every instant of it. “So, if I…” he shifted, moving to sit up a bit more, his hand still firmly between her thighs.

A trembling hand reached out to him, her body shifting as well to sit up. He would not stop moving his hand along her body, watching her struggle, watching her fight with herself to do it. She wanted to touch him, even if it was only to have him keep touching her.

Pants were torn, and he hardly minded. Her hand moved fast once it was able to reach him and for that he was grateful. Her hands continued to move, pushing his pants down to his knees, then reaching for his boxers and tearing at them.

Chris, though he was enjoying the feeling of her growing need, did the sensible thing and kicked off his shoes. He wanted to full enjoy her.

Celeste’s hands moved over his hard erection, wrapping around it tightly. The moan that escaped his lips would not be contained, he was struggling with his clothing, trying to rip it off of his body to feel her skin next to his. His pants and boxers fell to the floor, he reached up and grabbed his shirt, the whole time under the distraction of her curious hand. A quick learner, this one, he knew it all along. Her hand was stroking him tightly, moving a little faster over him, his body practically above hers.

She leaned up, brushing her lips against his. He kissed her hard, moving between her legs, pushing tightly against her, their hands still stroking over one another, eyes glazing over in pleasure. Long fingers pressed against her clit, her body jerked and she moaned into the kiss. He would not take his lips off of hers, moving harder, trying to lay her back completely.

He gazed down at her, reaching up to brush her hair out of her face gently. She slid her hands away from his cock and up his body to his shoulders, looking up to watch him. He moved his hand between them, gripping his thick shaft, stroking slowly. Celeste shivered, leaning forward, her forehead pressed to his shoulder. Lips whispered something so quietly that he could not hear what she was murmuring, he could only assume she was not telling him to stop.

Guiding his cock the thick head moved into her slit. With a push he started to move into her, her body wet and open for him. She clung to him tightly with every thrust and push, his cock moving deeper and deeper inside of her until his length was buried completely. For a few moments he moves slowly inside of her, just pumping her, feeling her out, listening to her moans. They deserved these sort of moments, he wanted more of these, where she was not willing just because he fought with her and won it, but because she wanted him, all she had to do was admit she wanted him.

Her next words were whispered, the only word audible to him being “…need…” He moaned, gripping her tightly. “Need what?” he asked her, thrusting into her a little faster.

He felt a sharp smack on his ass from her foot, not a deliberate pain, just an instinct as he moved faster into her very aching body. She moaned and trembled hard, practically curling herself under him, leaning up to kiss him as he moved inside of her.

He kissed her back hard, moaning against her lips. He felt her hips rise against him, pushing at him. It took him a moment before he realized she was trying to shift him, to turn him. He went willingly, moving slowly with her, wrapping an arm around her to hold her in place. If she wanted on top of him, the least he could do was be a gentleman and oblige her, but he under no circumstances wanted to pull his cock from inside of her. It was too warm, too wet, and he wanted it too badly. He continued to pump at her, even as she moved on top of him, straddling him, and he lay under her looking up at the white porcelain body.

Her legs tightened around him and she bit her lip, looking nervous. Hips lifted, and fell, in no particular rhythm, just trying to find her place on top of him. He could only grin, helping her moving, reaching out and gripping her thighs to help her slide over him.

“Yes,” he moaned in pleasure. She pressed her lips tightly together, moaning behind them, but he wanted her to know just how much he loved this. “Oh yes,” he moaned, lifting and moving with her.

Shakily, Celeste reached her hands down to his, placing them on top of his hands. He did not even hesitate, he moved his hands around hers and squeezed tightly, helping her move over him. Whimpering, she squeezed herself tightly over him, clinging to his hands, and moved herself a little faster over the throbbing length inside of her.

They moved together hotly, sliding against one another, their hands never coming apart. He watched her, watched her face contort with pleasure, she watched him watch her. For long moments at a time they would lock eyes and not need to say anything, just moving together with a deep seated pleasure that they finally could enjoy without any interruptions.

Celeste bounced over Chris’s cock with joy, and he watched with even more. Neither of them noticed the door at Celeste’s back pushing open slightly, and Cassie’s eyes falling upon their naked figures. Her eyes widened watching them, watching the enjoyment, and even with Celeste’s stiff movements, the ease of the interaction. This was not the first time the two had been together since that scene so many months ago.

“Fuck…yes…ride my cock,” Chris moaned to Celeste.

Red deepened her cheeks coloring. “Don’t… ruin it.”

“I’m… not…”

“You… just like… to talk…” She moaned as she moved over him, grinding and then bouncing again.

“You know, that you like it…”

Celeste shook her head, then shuddered and whimpered. ‘Do you like it… when I do?”

He grinned, even as he moaned hard and continued to pump back at her bouncing. “It’s fucking hot.”

“Well,” she whimpered, “I still don’t think I can…” When he continued to watch her she added, “to talk… like that…”

“I didn’t say… you need to,” he moaned hard, lifting harder, feeling her beginning to tremble.

“I… I don’t want to yet!”

Chris moaned, looking up at her. “No?” he asked, knowing her body wanted it. Why was she protesting now, after things had gone so well.

“With you… I want to… with you,” she whimpered.

Nothing could have made him any harder at that moment. “Oh?”

She needed, bouncing faster along his cock. She felt him swelling inside of her, ready to burst, and still he was holding back, watching her tighten and squirm.

“Oh fuck… yes… please…”

Celeste could not hold back the small little laugh that escaped from between her lips. “Now you beg.”

He managed a grin through his moans. His hands pulled her harder against his full cock until she was crying out, jerking over his cock with her orgasm. He moaned in pleasure, and cried out himself, releasing inside of her deeply. As they slaked one another’s passions neither noticed the disappearance of their temporary voyeur.

She continued to move over him, taking every drop as he spilled into her. It wasn’t until she began to release his hands she noticed how white her fingers were, and how red his were. From the tension in her fingers she had bruised both of their hands slightly, but she could not miss that he had been gripping her just as tightly.

“Are your… hands okay?” she asked him, curling and uncurling her fingers, still straddled across his lap.

“Mmmhmmm,” was his slow sultry hum of a reply.

She looked down at him, a bit pleased with herself. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect,” he said without any humble tone. She blushed before she started to slide off of him. He watched her, lifting to push deeper into her again when she tried to pull off of him. “Mmm…” he moaned again, still loving the feel of being buried inside of her.

She slid completely off of him and he did not hesitated to wrap his arms around her, pulling her down onto the bed next to him. Lying pressed against her, he inhaled the scent of her hair, of the sex off of her body. He pushed closer to her, holding her tightly, afraid to let go. “That was perfect,” he told her, leaning in and kissing her neck.

“No it wasn’t, you liar,” she declared. “I didn’t know what I was doing, at all.” He grinned and she huffed. “You agree.”

“You must be a natural,” he told her. Her face only darkened further and she tried to move away from him. His grip tightened around her. “You can’t leave.”

“Don’t you need to put clothes on or something? Don’t think just because I was willing it suddenly changes anything,” she ranted, because she needed to. She needed something normal after all of this. He only managed a wide grin she caught out of the corner of her eye. “That’s your response? A grin?”

“Whatever you want to tell yourself,” he yawned.

She shifted, all the better to look at him. “What do you think?”

“I think,” he smiled, pressing closer to her and rubbing against her, “you should be agreeable more often.”
Celeste laughed, and he could not help but enjoy the sound. “Give me one good reason, and I said good,” she added quickly before he could answer.

He said with a straight face, “We have fucking fantastic sexual chemistry.”

Celeste blushed and had to turn her head away again, burying it into her pillow. “And it doesn’t keep you from sleeping with someone else.”

“Oh? Were you hoping to have me all for yourself?” Chris absently trailed his fingers up and down Celeste’s side, watching her skin shiver in pleasure at the gentle touch.

For a long few moments the room was quiet. Chris hesitated to think that she had no opinion on the matter, it seemed very unlike her. When she did speak it felt like she had turned and stabbed him. “Would you like sharing me?”

In his own way he had to admit she was right in asking the question. “Point taken,” he told her, running his hand up and through her hair. “Do you really want me that badly?”

She shifted, turning again to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He furrowed his brow and frowned at her. “You do try to fight me… most of the time.”

Celeste sat up slightly, frowning herself. “You don’t get why by now?”

“Apparently not,” he had to admit.

Celeste moved back to lay against the pillows. This time he knew she was going to leave it as it was. He accepted it and leaned forward to kiss her neck, laying against her body, sliding an arm around her. Very gently her hand found his, seeking him out once more. He did not even dream of denying her, wrapping his fingers once more around hers, though this time both of them gentle as they held onto each other, both closing their eyes. They forgot about possibly being caught for just this one night, enjoying one another’s company. What they did not know was it was too late, the damages had already been done.