Fuensalida

Chapter 27

Celeste lay on her side on the couch, the television on, one of her text books opened. Chris walked in and looked over at her, and appreciated the low cleavage and short skirt, but wondered how she could actually study with her attention divested like that.

She glanced up at him and smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” he smiled, moving to plop down on the end of the couch with her. She nudged him with her bare toes and turned her attention back to the book. “Reading and watching TV at the same time?”

“Sort of.” She turned a glance to him slightly. “I just like to see what’s going on.” She watched him for a moment through the corners of her eyes and he sat back, expecting more. She was not even sly about adding it in. “You know my uncle was on the news the other day, they are accusing him of our disappearance and my father’s death.”

“Oh really?” he asked, though he had already known about it. He did not know why he had even believed for a moment that the girl would have lost her obsession with the news and never heard about that.

She tried to hide a faint grin. “Yeah, you had nothing to do with that.”

“Does that sound like something I’d do?” he asked.

She laughed a bit. “Yes.”

Chris’s eyes traveled up her body to those blue eyes staring down at him. “What makes you think that?”

“He worked for the same law firm,” she reminded him though she did not feel she really needed to, “as far as you know he was part of the reason you were betrayed, why not make him look guilty for the deaths and disappearances? Maybe that’s why my father had no money left when he died, it was all his brother’s doing?”

Chris grinned widely. “He must have been quite the popular guy for it for it to fall on him so easily.”

Celeste shook her head. “I should hate you for this,” she said with a lack of bitterness she should be feeling.

“For framing your uncle?” he asked casually. They could have been talking about the weather with the amount of emotion that was going into the conversation.

Celeste smirked a bit, mimicking his usual look. “Among other things.”

He now decided to mimic her smirk, his hand slowly rubbing up her leg. “You really messed that one up.”

Celeste sat up a bit, looking down her body at him. “How did I mess that up?”

He kept rubbing her leg gently. “Because you certainly don’t hate me.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes I do,” she said sullenly.

Not wanting to lose the girl he had gained in the last few weeks by letting her dwell on her sullen nature, he watched her with a grin. “Like… when you’re trying to shop for Christmas presents?”

“Yes, well, there’s that too,” she huffed.

“Not going well?” he asked, never taking his hand from her thigh.

“Not at all,” she grumbled. “Everything feels insincere.”

“Why is that?”

Celeste sighed, leaning back on the couch a bit again. “Well, I know what you would like. Like there was this wallet I saw, and I could have had your initials put onto it, but then I thought, what initials? And then it was, he could buy this for himself.”

“That’s true,” he nodded. “I see what you mean.” Sometimes he forgot how deeply she thought about things. Where most girls her age would take his money and buy him something nice and give it as a gift, she was thinking of everything that gift would say to him.

“So that’s where my problem is,” she continued. “Nothing really means anything. If you buy me a pair of shoes for Christmas, does it mean anything? You’d have bought me the shoes anyway because I fluttered my eyelashes at you.” Which she promptly felt the need to demonstrate.

He could only grin at her. “Very true.” His fingers moved absently over her thigh.

“So I still have no clue what to get you,” she grumped. Her fingers absently moved to the bracelet on her wrist and played with the shiny stones along it.

“Hmmm…” He kept rubbing her thigh, his hand slowly working higher on her body. Celeste glanced down at the hand he kept moving up.

Chris shifted, leaning towards her a bit, rubbing higher still. “Are you asking me what I’d really love for Christmas?”

“Yes.” She shifted, moving a bit onto her back as he rubbed along her thigh. “Though I’m pretty sure you get this anyway.”

Chris slid closer to her. “Well,” his hand slid under her, turning her a bit more back onto her side, “You know what would be the absolute best present for Christmas?”

She looked up at him, obviously suspicious now. “What?”

“You,” he pushed his hand under her skirt, sliding it up over her ass, rubbing his hand firmly over her skin and then tracing his finger down her crack, “could let me fuck your little ass.

“Oh my God, no.” She said it firmly and with finality, in an absolute panic as he asked for it. She moved to start sliding away from him.

He followed her ass with his hand. “I know, I’m just dreaming.”

“Why would you want that?” she asked, shifting, not moving any further away from him.

He continued to rub over her ass, squeezing a bit. “Because it’s perfect… and pretty much the only part of your body I haven’t fully got to enjoy.”

“That would hurt horribly,” she stammered out. “And besides, are the other parts of me no longer good enough for you? I knew I shouldn’t have come to you.” She crossed her arms against the breasts and put on a pout.

He squeezed her ass again. “The rest of you is also perfect, but as you already said, we do that anyway.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss her perfect ass. He was impressed when she did not yell at him and just let him, turning her head just enough to watch him.

Celeste pulled back slightly and offered him her usual grin. “What am I getting for Christmas? You haven’t stopped to ask what I want.”

Chris chuckled and pulled her closer to him. “I assumed that if you really want something, you’ll let me know,” and had to add, “like you always do.”

She shifted in his arms. “Okay, I really want something.”

He smiled at her, kissing her neck softly. “All right, tell me.”

She glanced over at him, “St…” it died out and she cleared her throat. She placed her feet on the edge of the couch, curling her legs towards her body and buried her face against her thighs.

“You’re going to have to be more clear than that,” he said patiently.

“I’m afraid you’ll laugh at me,” she whined.

“Okay, I promise not to laugh,” he said with genuineness.

Celeste smirked into her legs, and followed it with a sigh. “Stop sleeping with my mother.”

“Oh? That’s what you want for Christmas?” he watched her nod gently. “Then, you really want me all to yourself?” She nodded again. “Then,” he shifted her, kissing the outside of her thigh, “we’ll have to see what goodies Santa brings us this year.”

She nodded, still a bit sullen. “I guess we will.” It had taken a lot out of her to ask for what she truly wanted from him.

“Always great to unwrap a nice surprise,” he smiled at her.

She blushed a bit and pushed at his shoulder. “Mom will be home soon, you know,” she reminded him.

“So?” he asked. “It isn’t even like we’re doing anything naughty.”

“No, we’re not.” She let out a fake gasp, covering her mouth with her hand. “Maybe you have lost interest in me!”

He pushed her forward, listening to her girlish squeal, and bent forward to kiss along her ass.

“You only want my ass so you can toss me away!” she cried, but was grinning even as she said it. He smacked her ass in answer, loving when she cried out and jumped that little bit against his lips and tongue.

He grinned and leaned up to kiss her softly. He loved as her lips moved over his, melting herself into the kiss. She pulled back a bit to turn back to her book and he leaned down and nipped her breast. She chuckled, but did not move away from her book. He moved his mouth to the other one and gave it a healthy nip.

“Stop that,” she demanded, her hand snaking out to his side and giving it a tickle.

“Or what?” He pulled her top down, freeing her breast and giving her nipple a thorough lick.

“We don’t have enough time,” she told him, though she was squirming in pleasure under him. “Don’t you like it better when we have more time?”

“Of course,” he agreed, his tongue still licking across her hardened nipple.

“Then don’t tease me only to stop,” she whined.

He sucked hard at her nipple. “Planning on finding time soon?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation.

“You’d better,” he told her with all seriousness. He licked along her breast again and moved to fix her top, letting it fall back into place.

“Because you can’t live without me?” she joked.

“Yes,” he agreed, and had to add, “and I need you very, very badly.” He shifted, pressing himself against her body. She whimpered, shivering against him and he could feel the heat from her, the absolute need apparent in her every move. He kept rubbing against her. “Where did she go anyway?”

“Out to lunch with one of the other housewives around this town,” she told him, only rubbing herself back along him.

“She does that?”

Celeste could not help a laugh. “You know every move I make, but none your wife makes?”

“You’re exaggerating,” he whispered to her, kissing her soft skin, “and more fun anyway.”

Celeste laughed and slid away from him. She moved off of the couch, her book in her hand. Chris’s hand whipped out and gripped the back of her skirt, tugging it upwards a bit. She gasped, unable to walk away from him, moving closer to the end of the couch. He sat up and licked up the back of her thigh and over the curve of her ass.

“See,” she said, her voice shaking, “and this is why we can’t just sit in the same room together. You can’t seem to resist temptation."

He grinned wide and her definition of herself. “Are you complaining?”

“Sometimes it’s just nice to be with the one you care about,” she said.

“You did keep reminding me that she’ll be home soon,” he told her.

“I meant it doesn’t always have to be sex, does it?”

“No,” he agreed, “but I had to get in another good lick. Who knows when I’ll get another chance?”

Celeste turned on him and suddenly pressed her lips hard against his, kissing him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back just as hard. Her fingers dropped her book to the floor so she could wrap her arms around him, her tongue pushing along his.

She nipped his lips slightly, then moved to suck along his tongue. He moaned in pleasure, even as she pulled off of his tongue and grinned down at him. “Just practicing.” He grinned back at her. “Am I doing okay so far?”

“Wonderful,” he said, trailing her lips with more kisses.

She grinned and began to say something else when she panicked. The front door was opening and she knew the only person who could be walking through that door. She jerked away from him and put on the angry teenager face. “God, you’re such a jerk!” She turned away from him and stomped towards the stairs, giving her mother a slight wave as she past.

“Now what did you do to her?” Cassie asked, closing the door behind her as she entered the house.

Chris tried not to chuckle, looking up at Cassie. “I didn’t do anything. You know how she gets.”