“No.” I told her. “What’s your point, Leigh?”

  “I’m just saying.” She casually fingered a strand of anal beads. “I thought this whole thing with Nora was supposed to be casual. A break from relationships, remember?”

  Bollocks. I’d forgotten about that conversation we’d had, weeks ago at this point. As far as I was concerned, my relationship with Nora was anything but “casual”. Then again, we hadn’t technically discussed it yet.

  “It’s still casual,” I said defensively. “For now.”

  She didn’t look convinced. “Okay, so you’d be cool with me setting you up with somebody else then. You know, on another casual date.”

  “What? Who?” Leighton had never tried setting me up with anybody before.

  “My roommate, Ben.”

  “Ben? I thought you lived with two women.”

  “Paula moved out last month and Ben moved in. That’s LA, baby.” We circled around the back end of the shop. Leighton perused the rack of crotchless underwear. “Anyhoo, Ben dropped off my dance bag at the shop the other day and thought you were cute. Asked for your number.”

  “You didn’t give it to him, did you?”

  “Of course not.” She held up a pair of panties, covered in cheap, yellow feathers. “What do you think of these?”

  “They look like Big Bird’s knickers.”

  She snorted. “Big Bird wishes.” She traded the yellow pair for a bedazzled blue thong. “So, should I set it up? You and Ben?”

  I rubbed the back of my neck and thought about it. On the one hand, I appreciated what Leighton was saying. In fact, Killian had told me something to the same effect when I’d first asked Nora out. I’d been in relationships for most of my adult life. Maybe now was the time to keep things casual and date around. Then again…

  “No.”

  “What?” Leighton asked.

  I hadn’t realized I’d said it aloud, but it didn’t matter anyway. I didn’t want anybody else but Nora. “Thank you, but no. I’m not interested.”

  Leighton sighed. “Another one bites the dust,” she murmured. “Well, alright. Let’s find you something appropriate for your Christmas sex party.”

  “It’s not…”

  “I know, I know.” She moseyed over to the vibrators, while I focused on the arrangement of anal toys. I was no stranger to sex toys, in general, but butt plugs were my favorite. Both to wear and to share. One toy in particular caught my eye. I picked it up and admired the silky silicone. Yeah, this’ll do. Even better was the price. $24.99.

  Perfect. That leaves a few extra dollars for lube.

  Though I didn’t completely understand the gift exchange game, I knew enough to understand that the likelihood of taking home the toy I brought to the party wasn’t high. But in that moment, I wasn’t choosing a toy for a sexy gift exchange with friends. I was choosing one for Nora. And if I was lucky, one for Nora and me.

  “Solid choice,” Leighton spoke from over my shoulder. “But now the more important question is what are you going to wear to this shindig?”

  A Cheshire cat-like grin spread across my face. Little did she know that I already had the perfect outfit picked out.

  Chapter Eight

  December 17th

  Nora

  “What in the Lauryn Hill are you wearing?” I failed to hide my amusement when I opened the door. I’d known they made onesie pajamas for adults, but I never would’ve expected Bowie to own one, nor wear one to a naughty Christmas party. And yet, here he was.

  A reindeer. A fine as hell reindeer at that.

  Well, that’s something I’d never thought I’d say. Even in my head.

  “You like it?” A small smile tugged at his lips.

  Of course, I did. There wasn’t much I didn’t like about this man. In fact, in some strange way, that was the most unlikeable thing about him, his lack of flaws. He was so sweet, so attentive, so giving, in and out of the bedroom. In my experience, that always meant they were hiding something. So far though, Bowie wasn’t giving off any red flags. Quite the contrary, his flags were neon green, and I was ready to go go go.

  “It’s… cute.” I toyed with the onesie’s zipper, which ran from just below his neck to just above his crotch. Mm, my favorite section of Bowie. “Can I ask you something though?”

  He nodded and dropped his hands to my waist. Not that there was much to grasp. The rest of our guests hadn’t arrived yet and I was still wearing my bathrobe. “What about this is ‘naughty’? Don’t get me wrong, you look pretty adorable, but it doesn’t exactly scream XXX-Mas.”

  He bit his bottom lip. “I suppose it depends then…”

  “Depends on what?”

  “On what I’m wearing underneath.”

  That had me raising my brows for sure. The party hadn’t begun yet and my mouth was already drier than Palm Springs. “And what do you have on underneath?”

  He gently tugged me closer. I stumbled slightly, and a satisfactory smile spread across his face when I gripped his shoulders to catch myself. Damn this man and the way he threw me off balance, even with slippers on. He brushed his lips against my ear, his warm breath teasing my skin. “Nothing.” He nipped my ear, eliciting a small moan from me. Fuck. How am I going to make it through the party without jumping his bones?

  Seeing as my legs were practically putty thanks to Bowie, he guided us both into the kitchen and back towards the festivities. Devin was putting the finishing touches on their Christmas charcuter-TREE platter while Riley was maniacally curling ribbons for her wrapped White Elephant gift. They both greeted him but didn’t stop what they were doing. Guests were slated to arrive in five or so minutes, but five minutes may as well have been forty minutes in “Los Angeles time”. Not to be confused with “football time”.

  As Riley finished wrapping her gift, I suddenly realized that Bowie had arrived empty-handed.

  “Did you forget your White Elephant gift?” I asked him.

  “No, it’s in my car.” He drew circles along my back as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As if my body was an extension of his. “I’ll grab it in a moment, but I wanted to see if you needed any help first.”

  “That’s sweet,” Riley said. She dropped the immaculately wrapped rectangular box on a small pile of gifts under our faux tree. By comparison, my gift looked like it'd been dressed by Sage’s Girl Scout troop. “I think we’re just about set here. Why don’t you go get your gift.” She pointed to me next. “And you go finish getting ready.”

  I took off up the stairs. As excited as I was for the party, I was more excited for Bowie’s reaction to the outfit I'd planned for tonight. It only took a few minutes to slip my tightest pair of jeans up and over my ass. My nearly naked ass, thanks to the see-through thong I was wearing. I relished in the way the rough denim rubbed against my pussy lips. I had no doubt, I’d be rubbing my thighs together more than once this evening. Even now, I could feel myself growing wetter by the second. All thanks to a stupid sexy reindeer.

  A few minutes later, I spritzed my curls with a touch of hairspray and plumped my breasts up one last time before descending the stairs. I’d heard the doorbell ring a few times, so I wasn’t surprised to find a few of our friends crowded around the dining room table, loading up on snacks. My eyes scanned the room, searching for my red-headed Rudolph. I found him in the living room, perusing our bookshelf. Truly, it wasn’t fair how good his ass looked in a pajama onesie. I sauntered over to him, as quietly as one could in heeled boots.

  “I hope you don’t plan on reading all night,” I teased.

  He turned and proceeded to drop whatever book he’d been considering. “Bloody hell, you look incredible.”

  I held out my arms and turned, much like a ballerina in a music box.

  More like ballerina meets sexy Mrs. Claus.

  He raked his gaze over my body, from the over-the-knee, faux leather boots to the jeans that did wonders for my bulging hips, before finally landing on the semi-see-through corset. It was mostly lace, with boning and strategically designed patches of red silk. All threaded together by two silk ribbons which knotted in a bow at the top of the structure.

  “Seen enough?” I asked him.

  “Not nearly.” A devilish grin stretched across his face.

  “Everybody grab a drink!” Riley called from the other room. She was a one-woman party-planning parade. I’d bet money on her having tonight’s festivities scheduled down to the second. “It’s time for White Elephant.”

  “Do you hear that?” I turned back to find Bowie inches from my face, his warm, spicy scent surrounding me. “It’s time to open some presents.”

  “And how about this?” He fingered the silk bow between my breasts. One flick of the wrists, and he’d undo the corset entirely. “Do I get to unwrap this present later, too?”

  I gulped. “We’ll see.”

  ***

  Two mulled wines, three gingerbread cookies, and one hit of weed from Devin’s pipe later, and I was having a great time. Merry and bright, some might say. It was Bowie’s turn in the gift exchange game. He’d drawn number ten, and seeing as there were only twelve of us, ten was a fairly decent spot to be in. Everybody knew, however, that when it came to White Elephant, the best was last. And for the first time in I don’t know how many years, I’d drawn number twelve. I’d have my choice of everybody’s gifts and damn, there were quite a few to choose from.

  Devin had picked a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, a tried-and-true bedroom gift for newlyweds. From there, I’d seen our friends unwrap some role-playing dice, a bullet vibrator shaped like a snowman, and some edible candy underwear. Riley had drawn a small flogger, which had promptly been stolen by her teacher friend, June. We’d hung out with June quite a few times over the years and one thing I knew for sure from living with a high school teacher… teachers partied hard. June’s partner merely blushed when June straddled our couch, whirled her flogger through the air, and sang her own garbled rendition of Ginuwine’s “Pony”. And that was all before ten p.m.

  My partner in fictional crime, Yishan had just about cried when he unwrapped the most beautiful, glass dildo made to look like a candy cane. Devin’s glass work was something to behold, and we all knew something like that would retail for well over $30. I gave everyone a look that said, “All of y’all better not take that from him." So far, it'd worked.

  “What’d you get?” Riley bounced in her seat, like a kid on Christmas morning.

  Bowie held up his prize. “Nipple clamps.” A chorus of “oohs” followed.

  When he sat beside me once again, I whispered low enough for only him to hear. “I picked those out.”

  “Oh really?” He raised his brows. “So, is that something you might be… interested in trying?”

  “Definitely.” I wetted my lips. “Definitely interested in trying.”

  I looked down in time to see him cover his lap with the unwrapped box. It was refreshing to see him this way, out-of-control. Even better to know that I was the one who made him feel that way.

  “My turn!” Percy shouted. Percy handed the glass pipe, another one of Devin’s handmade creations, off to her husband and chose one of the final wrapped gifts. I recognized the wrapping on this one immediately. This was Bowie’s gift. “Oh wow,” she started, her eyes running wild over whatever she’d just unboxed. She held it up for all of us to see. “It’s a butt plug. A vibrating butt plug.”

  My entire body fluttered. Just when I thought I’d figured this guy out, he went and introduced vibrating anal toys…

  I was up next, and I had a big decision to make. But I wasn’t about to do it without checking in with him first. When my eyes met his, I recognized the longing in them. It was matched only by a devious glint that had turned his normally hazel eyes a darker shade of green.

  I knew he’d never push me to do something, anything that I wasn’t comfortable with. Bowie got off on making me feel good. And I knew that tonight, that butt plug would make us both feel good.

  So, I stole it from Percy.

  Bowie

  As soon as we entered my house, I was on Nora. An urgent frenzy of hands, lips, and teeth.

  My mouth tore at hers while I pressed her against the front door, leaving no room between us. We’d been here before, but it was different this time. Tonight, there’d be no interruptions from dogs or roommates. When I’d dropped Banger off at Leighton’s on the way to the party, I’d given her strict instructions not to call me for the next twenty-four hours, unless there was an emergency.

  Tonight was all ours.

  I wasted no time in pulling down one of the corset cups to free her hefty breast. All night, I’d been focused on catching a glimpse of Nora’s almond-colored nipples. Knowing they were barely contained behind the thin fabric had been torture.

  I kissed and licked her skin, before swirling my tongue around her exposed nipple and sucking it into my mouth. I’d never understood why some women were so picky about dating shorter men, because even with Nora in heels, I was the perfect height for ample tit stimulation.

  She in turn unzipped the front of my onesie, drawing the zipper all the way down my sternum, past the light feathering of hair, until it stopped just above the root of my cock. She wrapped a hand around the turgid length and pulled it free of the fabric. I moaned against her breast.

  Two can play that game.

  She jolted off the door when I slid a hand down her front to cup her pussy through her jeans. “I can feel how hot you are.” I rubbed a finger along the seam. “How wet you are.”

  “Bowie, I can’t wait any longer.”

  “What do you want, baby?” That was the first time I’d used any sort of endearment with her, though my intent was anything but endearing. I wanted to fuck this woman into the next millennia, but first, I had to make sure we were on the same page. “Nora, what do you want?”

  “I want you to fuck me.” She clutched a fistful of my hair and dragged me back up her body. I groaned before taking her lips again in a punishing kiss. With a hand at her back and the other wrapped around her neck, I guided her toward the bedroom.

  “I should tell you,” I whispered against her lips. “Kendall’s the only person I’ve been with in about six months.”

  She pulled her head back. “It’s been almost a year for me. And I just got tested for STIs. Negatory.”

  “Mine, too.” That had me curious. She hadn’t been with anybody in almost a year, but she’d had a recent STI screening? “When’d you get tested?”

  “Last week.” Her cheeks pinkened. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I wanted to be prepared. In case we, you know…”

  “In case we fucked?” I lightly nipped the crease where her shoulder met her neck. In response, she turned us until she could push me down on the bed. When she backed away from the bed instead of climbing on top of me, I sat up.

  “Stay,” she ordered before beginning to strip. I leaned back on my elbows, the sides of my onesie still split open to expose my cock. She started with her boots. While I was sad to see those go, I knew she needed to remove them in order to take off her pants. I made a mental note to fuck her later in those boots (and only those boots). Her denim pants followed shortly, leaving her in nothing but her corset and barely-there, matching thong. When she reached for the bow at the front of her corset, I growled.

  “Uh uh, baby. That’s my present to unwrap.”

  She stepped between my legs and watched as I slowly unlaced her corset. I didn’t miss the way she licked her lips when she noticed the bead of precum leaking from the tip. So long as she was distracted.

  As soon as the corset fell to the floor, I dropped to my knees. Nora gasped when I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy. She slid her hands through my hair and tugged my face closer, practically grinding herself against my mouth. I held her delicate thong to the side as I devoured her cunt. Her hips jerked when I slid two fingers inside her, stretching her wide. When I used a third finger to drag her natural lubricant up and around the puckered ring of her ass, before pressing it inside, she detonated. I continued licking her through her orgasm.

  As she came down, I hurriedly fitted myself with a condom. Once I had it in place, I pulled her to straddle my cock. She lowered herself in one long stroke, burying my cock in her soft, silken pussy. I’d never been a religious man, but Jesus fucking Christ, I could’ve sworn I saw heaven.

  Thankfully, she took her time adjusting to my length. As it was, I was barely holding on to what little composure I had. I’d been waiting for weeks to get inside of Nora. I wasn’t about to mess this up by finishing before we even got started.

  I tugged her bottom lip between my teeth. “You good?”

  “So good,” she breathed against me. “God, Bowie. I don’t know if I can move.”

  I wrapped my arms around her, sliding them down to the globes of her ass. With my feet firmly planted on the floor, I lifted her up before slamming her back down onto me. She cried out, her nails digging into the back of my neck. My muscles contracted as I continued to pump in and out of her, and eventually, she took the lead.

  She pushed my chest until I laid back completely. She laced my fingers through hers and pressed them to the bed beside my head, using them for leverage as she rode my cock. I laid back and enjoyed the show. The swell of her breasts, the way they bounced each time she sat back on me. The tickling sensation of her thong scraping up and down my cock. At this rate, I’d be lucky to last five minutes.

  And then, I had an illuminating thought.

  “Hop off, baby.” She grumbled. “Just for a second, I promise.”

  She reluctantly slid off my lap, her pussy leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. I raced to the front room where we’d dropped our coats and bags and retrieved the item I was looking for. Good thing it came pre-charged.

  Nora’s eyes lit up when I held up the butt plug. “We’ll save the nipple clamps for next time,” I told her. She nodded. “Nora, I need your words.”

 

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