Holiday Heat II (Audio Script)

Stories

“Fuck, Rose. You’re… perfect.

Don’t move. Let me look at you.

”

His attention, his command… it’s so sexy. The feeling is intoxicating, and it makes me bolder. Braver. I want him to see me. I want him to touch me.

I need him to touch me. My body is electric with the desperate need to feel his hands on me.

My pussy pulses, and I can’t deny how aware I am of the way my hard chest ache now that I’m exposed like this.

“He’s fully dressed, not even touching me, and I’m naked in front of him except for my stockings and heels. ”

“Can I- I need you to tell me now if you don’t want to do this. Can I touch you, Rose?Please.

”

I’ve never heard a man speak to me like that. With such raw need and command and it sends a flood of desperation to my pussy. I’m so wet, I can feel the dampness of my response to him on the inside of my thighs.

“Yes. Touch me.”

I expect him to move toward me, to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he drops to his knees and one strong hand wraps around my thigh, lifting my leg until–

Oh god. Until my heel is resting on his shoulder, my legs spread wide as he kisses his way down my thigh until…

He’s kissing my pussy.

My back arches against the door, his tongue is hot and gentle as he splits me open, spreading my soaking pussy lips with precision and god, it feels incredible.

“Fuck, you taste so good… you’re so wet for me. So good”

His mouth on me is so good, so perfect. It’s everything I didn’t know I needed as he works me with his lips, his tongue. He leaves nothing unexplored as he licks and kisses, sucks and circles me. He thrusts his tongue into my needy pussy, and I can’t help the desperate sounds I make while he eats me out against the door.

I’ve never been this responsive, but I’ve never been tongue fucked while standing either so

“Oh, fuck, yes. Right there.”

He hits the perfect spot, and my whole body arches into his mouth, my hips rolling of their own accord as I grind into his perfect mouth. Begging for more. God, I need—

“More, fuck, yes. Don’t stop.”

“You like that? Right here?”

He does it again, licking me from pussy to clit in one long, swirling swipe with pressure that reaches through time and space to make my mind go blank of everything but desperate need for this man. He’s working me so good, his tongue, the perfect pace and pressure, his lips sucking my clit hard and long enough to leave me desperate but never giving me…

“Please, fuck, please Ben. Please.”

“You want me to keep going?

Then I want you to passion. Ride my face, Rose, and passion for me.

”

“Yes, yes… fuck, right there.”

I’m so close, and I don't know if it’s his words or the situation but..

It doesn’t really matter when it feels this fucking good

I do exactly as he asks, I roll my hips, grinding my pussy against his tongue as I ride his face, my climax building fast and hot, moving through me like wildfire that I can’t stop, don’t want to stop.

“Oh fuck, I’m close, I’m–”

“passion.”

“That was…”

“Only the beginning. Where’s the bedroom?”

His mouth is wet with me, lips shining and swollen, but he doesn’t wipe it away before he dips his head to mine and kisses me, hard.

I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s so hot.

We’re kissing and walking, moving down the hall toward the bedroom between desperate kisses and popping buttons as I work to remove his shirt.

I want to feel him.

“Off. want you naked.”

“Needy girl, aren’t you?”

And I can’t argue because I am needy. And desperate and impatient and achingly desperate for more of him.

When he’s naked, he gives me everything I want and more, pressing me into the mattress, his cock notched between my thighs so we’re humping as we kiss like teenagers.

The slick slide of his hard dick between my even slicker pussy lips shouldn’t feel so good, but I think I could passion like this…

“So good.. Fuck, I’m not even inside you and I already want to fucking passion”

“The rush of pride at how desperate, how close to trembling he sounds just from grinding his dick against my pussy makes me feel incredible.

But I need more.

”

“Want you inside me.”

“Condom?”

“Drawer?”

“I've got one… pocket of my… oh, fuckkkk, of my pants.”

“He shifts, twisting away from me to reach for his pants and I take the opportunity to roll out from under him until I’m on my hands and knees…”

“You want it like this, Rose? On your hands and knees for me… fuck, so good.”

“He grabs my hips, pulling me back, rocking his hips until he’s pressing against me and I’m begging and I don’t know who’s more desperate as he- ”

“You ready for me, baby?”

“So fucking ready…”

And as he slides into me, I’ve never felt so fucking alive.

With my feet tucked under me, a purring cat beside me and a fire roaring, I feel a peace unlike anything I’ve ever known.

Or at least, that’s what I’m telling myself. What I actually am is bored out of my mind. No amount of walking through the quaint village or reading thoughtful books seems to be filling the space my thoughts take up when I’m alone with them.

It’s only like 4 in the afternoon but it’s been dark here for almost an hour and there’s absolutely nothing good on Netflix, so I’ve been making do with a running monologue of all my thoughts to the cat..

“Do you think it’s more or less pathetic that I’ve travelled all this way just to be just as bored as I could have been at home?”

“At least you’re enjoying my company”

“Fair enough. There’s only so many conversations I can have with a cat in a day”

I don’t want to talk to myself either. And I definitely don’t want to scroll social media after the... Hashtag blessed ordeal.

But I don’t have to be alone. If I’m feeling this lonely, there’s a chance that Rose is too, so I pick up the phone and video call her.

“Amelia, Hi! Good morning! Errr, good evening, I suppose.”

“How’s it going? You look… tired.

But like in a good way. The glowy way. Like you got a great facial. Oh my god, did you try the in-house skincare specialist?”

“Um, not exactly. I’ll take the compliment, you sure know how to make a girl feel good.

How’s it going over there?

”

“Do you know where the milk frother is?”

“Um, oh! Uh—”

“ROSE! Was that…is there a man in my apartment?

Did he stay the night?”

“Um…”

I try not to get too far ahead of myself as she tries to think of what to say. But the pause is all the answer I need.

“It was! He did! You didn’t get a good facial, you had good sex…

I mean, maybe there was a facial involved. I’m not judging. But I need to know…. Did you have sex with a stranger? Or is it someone I know?”

“Let’s see… you went to the christmas party. Who else usually goes? Lucas, from the third floor? No, he’s dating that artist… Hm, maybe Mr. Humphrey, he is a bit of a silver fox but… not your type… hmmm- OH! Ben! Mr Casual charm and god, those dimples!

It’s totally Ben, isn’t it?

”

“Possibly. Maybe.

Ugh! Fine, yes. That’s… yeah, Ben is here.”

“I knew it! You’re glowing. It’s a very… ‘I made a questionable decision and it paid off’ kinda vibe.

”

“Well it’s certainly not a decision I’d usually make but… no regrets right? I’ve spent so long feeling invisible, it felt so good to be seen.

”

“I get that. And honestly, it’s really working for you.”

“Thank you, really.

But enough about me. How’s it going for you?

”

“It’s good. Quiet.

So quiet. But listen, I’m glad you called. I meant to message you. This guy came by, Nick? He brought your Christmas tree…”

I trail off, because I can’t really think of a polite way to tell her I probably made sure he’d never sell her another Christmas tree again.

“Oh dear, of course he did. I should have cancelled it, but I totally forgot.

And Nick, he’s a man of his word.”

“He definitely is that. And, now I have a tree.”

“And how did that go?”

“About as well as you’re imagining it’d go when someone delivers a 7 foot tall Christmas icon to a woman actively at war with Christmas. I definitely owe him an apology…

But I’m not sure how to say ‘I’m sorry for insulting you, your livelihood, and possibly your emotional stability in one fell swoop, I swear I’m not a soulless Christmas-hating robot, please forgive me’... when I don’t even know how to find him again.”

“Well, I can help you with one of those things.

His business card is next to the kettle.

He doesn’t really do the phone… or email… he’s kind of old school that way.

But the address for his farm is on there.

It’s open to the public most afternoons.

”

By the time I’d wrapped up the video call with Amelia and gotten the courage to face Ben, the post-sex glow had worn off and I found myself fully immersed in panic mode whilst trying to unmake the largest bed I’d ever seen in my life.

“Oh no… oh no, no, no. What have I done?”

Okay. Deep breaths. You are a grown woman, Rose. Adults have one-night stands. With gorgeous men. In luxury apartments that don’t belong to them. Perfectly normal.

And the fact that he left me a note, and then left while I was in the shower? Also super normal. Zero to do with me. Besides, he made me a coffee before he left. That’s got to count for something. No one makes coffee for a disappointing hookup… right?

“This is not how I’m supposed to be finding myself.

I came here to… I don’t know! Reflect, do yoga and journal or something

”

I definitely did not come here to have the hottest sex of my life with Amelia’s neighbor just because he’s so hot he could be responsible for global warming…

and then do copious amounts of laundry in the most complicated machine I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Delicate eco-foam refresh? That sounds like the third course of a taster menu I can’t afford.”

“Oh God, stop! Stop! No, that’s not…

oh brilliant.”