I do as he says and straddle his muscled thighs, reverse cowgirl style.
He pressed the head of his dick into my opening, taking my breath. I brace myself, hands gripping my thighs, enjoying this new sensation.
“You are so tight, baby. God Damn,” Bryson grits through clenched teeth. I throw a glance over my shoulder. His facial expression is determined, as he presses in farther still. “Lift up for me, boo—take this dick inside you.”
God if he keeps this up, I will surely pass out again.
I pressed up on the balls of my feet, and he rubbed the head of his dick, still wet from my blow job to my entrance, and I slowly lower myself onto length, impaling myself, stretching wide over him. “Yes, Mily take it all in, baby, take it.” He wrapped a hand around my waist to my stomach, the other hand groped my right breast, and he guided me down over him. All I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride.
When I’m fully stuffed with all of Bryson, he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. I turn my head slightly, and he found my northern lips with his kiss as his hand drops from my stomach to my southern lips, his thick fingers flick my clit and play in my wetness he caused, thrumming me over until my thighs begin to quake.
“You feel so damn good, Jamilya.”
“Then, let me ride you,” I gasped into his mouth as he doesn’t hesitate to let me take my pleasure from him. I press my hands on his thighs now and lift up on the balls of my feet, again and I ride this man like there is no tomorrow. All can hear are his grunts and moans, and the buzzing in my head as I take what I want and what I’ve needed for almost the last two decades. He continues to strum at my clit as I cry out in release. I fall back against him, my back to his chest his hands still on me, kneading me.
“We aren’t done, baby.” I hear him against my ear.
“No?” I can barely hear him over the buzzing going on in my ears.
“Not by a long shot. Get up.”
“Get up…” Why do his words sound foreign. Since I can barely comprehend, he helps me off of him. His dick left a void in my center, but not for long as it’s clearly his time to straddle me. One strong arm reached over my head and grasped the top of the Santa throne, the other wrapped around me and grabbed the other side of the chair. He lowered his thighs over me, pressing the head of his dick into my waiting pussy, already stretch from his first invasion. I bite my lower lip as he entered me, slow, filling my everything.
If this isn’t the most erotic lap dance...
“Yes, fuck me. Yes...Bryson, just like that.” I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders as he lowered his head and kissed me. His hips move in and out as he does exactly what I ask, his rigid cock taking me, hitting my G-spot every time he slams back in.
“Is this...what…you…want?” he asks in staccato, keeping up with the pace of his thrusts.
“It…is...everything,” I grit out digging my nails into his arms.
He’d made me wait, made me want, made me…no, he didn’t make me do anything, this was me. I held on for this. I wanted this…him.
“Bryson,” I sigh as he fucks me against the Santa throne, his face determined, working my body over and over. I begin to pant, that buzzing in my ears was back and my body vibrated along with it. I’m incoherent again. I think word are on my lips, maybe I’m chanting his name as I have more than once, even in these last few days, when I went home and took care of this need myself.
I hear his declarations through the fog in my head. “God, Jamilya. You feel so… How is it for you, baby?”
I put a hand to his cheek, and he opens his eyes slightly piercing me with a chocolate gaze, filled with lust and want. “It’s you, Bryson.”
He puts his forehead to mine, knowing that’s my answer to ‘What I want for Christmas.’
“You don’t have to prove yourself to me...you are enough.”
I don’t know what it is about those words that make this man lose control with me. He visibly relaxes, his thrusts deep, and takes my body to a precipice I can’t explain, before I free-fall.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” I cried.
“Yes, Mily, come for me, baby; come for me. I want to hear it,” he moaned against my ear.
That is all I needed to hear. I’d come apart more than once for this man—younger and older. And now here, inside my store, I give Bryson what he wants; crying out my release, I arched my back as he falls with me too.
Chapter Seventeen
Bryson
“This is what I wanted that night…”
“You remember it…” She looked up at me, her tone coy.
“Yea, I had to push some cob webs away; it was ten years ago, and I was drunk as fuck. But, I wouldn’t forget tasting your lips for the first time, just like I won’t forget tasting these lips tonight.” I don’t break eye contact as I dip a hand between our naked bodies and slide it over her sensitive clit.
She gasped as her perfect skin pebbles with goose flesh, and she shivered under me. Just the reaction I was looking for as I press a kiss between the valley of her breasts. Her body responds to me with just one touch.
“Mmm… I—”
“Shh, Mily. There is nothing stopping us—no immaturity of our youth, no alcohol…just… Come back to my place with me tonight and—”
“What?” She sat up from the throne, looking at me as if I’d grown two heads.
“My house, you and me, tonight.” I spell it out for her slowly.
She chuckled as she tried to stand and look for her clothes. “I can’t. We have work tomorrow and—”
“Fuck that,” I cut her off. “I don’t want this night to end, when we are just getting started.”
“I can’t just ‘fuck it’. I have to go into the paper tomorrow, and I have this store to worry about too. Remember?”
I reached for her, halting her from picking up the lingerie we’d discarded. I turn her to me and place a hand on her face, and one at the small of her back, bringing her naked body close to mine. I make sure I have her full attention as I look into her doe-like eyes. “Do you really think I’d let something happen to your store? I’ve been down here, dressed as Santa, letting strange women sit in my lap, just to help.” She laughed and shook her head. Loving the sound of it, I continue, “I’ve had women, old enough to be our mother, grinding my lap this week, Mily.”
She threw back her head and let out a laugh that is music to my ears.
“You looked so damn sexy doing it though.” She sobers and looks me in the eye.
“I’ve been distracted by you the entire time.”
I pull her in and take her lips, and I know she can taste herself. She moans against me, hands traveling up my arms and over my shoulders. I need to get her out of here before I take her again among these racks of bras and panties.
I lift my head to tell her my plan, but I’m distracted by movement outside her shop’s door.
“What in the fuck?” I murmur.
“What, what is it?” she asked, trying to turn.
I let out a low growl and move her naked body behind me. Go back into the store room and get dressed, baby.”
“Bryson, what is wrong?” she asked, trying to see over my shoulder.
I was already reaching for my boxers and Santa pants on the floor, stepping into them with no problem, I throw the wife beater over my head.
“Get dressed. I’ll be right back,” I said before swinging open the door and entering the quiet and dimly lit mall.
Chapter Eighteen
Bryson
I can’t believe my fucking eyes.
The nerve of this bitch.
I throw the Santa robe on to save myself from the bite of December chill and step outside of the mall in the direction I’d seen Tanya headed. She was at the door of Jamilya’s shop, watching us, and I don’t know for how long.
I make my way around the side of the mall, walking gingerly in the damn dress shoes that were not made for snow and a slick parking lot. I’d need to get my maintenance crew on this
shit. No one had time to break their neck for Christmas.
I can still smell a hint of Mily on me—roses, lemon and delicious sex—sex I was missing out on right now because of the bull sit in front of me.
I see Tanya and the Santa who’d been arrested in my mall just a week ago, standing at the back entrance to the vacated mall in what appeared to be a heated discussion. As I near, I hear the content of the conversation.
“You had one fucking job, Kiefer. I told you to go in there, cause a mess and leave. Not go Santa bandit and steal shit and get caught.”
“You didn’t have to press charges then. The cops are looking for me because of you.”
“I didn’t press charges that cow Jamilya Hawkins did. She’s in there, right now, fucking Bryson. I can’t believe he fell for that—”
“Tanya focus. I don’t give a shit about who Bryson Tillerman is banging.”
“I needed your help to get her out of this God damn mall, and you couldn’t even do that. I hope you don’t think you are getting paid for this botched job.”
“Oh, you are still giving me my money—Cash App, Pay Pal, wire transfer, I don’t give a shit. Pay the fuck up.”
“That money went to your bail, buddy!”
“You would’t have to pay that if you didn’t let them arrest me, you stupid bitch.”
“Stupid bitch! Who the hell are you calling a—”
I made my way over to them and caught her, mid-claws to the bastard’s face, though I should have let her go at him for messing with my woman’s store. That thought startled me—having thoughts of her as my woman; but, after tonight and getting that carnal taste of her…
She’d be my woman, alright.
I wasn’t near done getting my fill of Jamilya Hawkins. But, right now, I was pissed this nonsense was keeping me from that feast and claiming her as my Christmas gift.
“What the fuck is going on, Tanya? You paid this dude for the shit that happened in Jamilya’s store?”
“Bryson...what…no... I?” Tanya stumbled over her words, not knowing I was behind her.
“Yes, she did, and now, she is gonna give me my money.” The man smelled of cigarettes and alcohol.
“Shut up you stupid bastard,” Tanya spat at him. “He came here…demanding, saying I told him to do that in her shop. I didn’t! Look, Bryson, I was just trying to get him to go. Why are you even here at this hour?” Her words died off as she looked behind me. The scent of rose and lemons filled my senses as Jamilya stepped beside me.
“Oh, that’s right you were here with her… Burning the midnight oil with Santa, bitch?” Tanya said to Jamilya.
“I got your bitch,” Jamilya said stepping forward. I held an arm out, stopping her advance.
“Tanya, explain what the hell is going on,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Nothing. I was trying to get him to go,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“She’s lying. You did pay him,” Jamilya spoke up.
The ex-Santa looked at Jamilya sheepishly before throwing the cigarette he’d been puffing into the snow—it sizzled when it hit.
“Look lady, I’m sorry for this shit and trouble I caused the other day. You have a mean-ass tackle by the way. Shit, I’m still sore from that hit.”
Jamilya jutted her chin, not responding to the compliment or apology.
“Just get the fuck out of here.” I threw in his direction. “Don’t bring your ass around here again, or I’ll make sure the cops find what they are looking for.” We watched the guy scamper across the parking lot before I turned my attention back to Tanya. “Explain yourself.”
“What is there to explain. I…did what I needed to do for this mall and for the TIllerman name. Her store isn’t doing shit here.”
“So, you did hire him!” Jamilya’s voice echoed around the empty lot. “To steal from me…haven’t you already done enough? High School wasn’t enough—spilling your drink on me, calling me every racial name in the book...calling the news crew on him, when he graduated, almost ruining his adulthood and his career, it wasn’t enough! You hateful bitch what is wrong with you!”
“What?” I looked from Jamilya to Tanya and back again. “What do you mean, she called—”
“She doesn’t know what the fuck she is talking about. I’m not standing out in the cold for this!” Tanya flipped her hair and proceeded to trudge away in the snow.
“Stop!” My voice echoed now. “Jamilya, what are you talking about?”
She sighed and rolled her eyes and turned on me. “I swear, Bryson. How in the hell didn’t you know this? All through high school, college, hell, even graduate school that bitch has been playing you, and you let her.”
Tanya turned on her heels yards away and yelled back. “She is lying! This is bull shit. If she was working at the newspaper maybe she is the one who ran the story—ever think of that, Bryson?”
“Jamilya?” I turn a questioning eye to the woman I’d just spent the evening with.
She wouldn’t have done that, would she?
Tanya continued, “I will be calling your dad about this in the morning, Bryson. You are fucking one of your tenants, which is against company policy. And, she is the one that outed you in the paper. Oh, I’m sure he’d love to hear that. Kiss your lease in this mall goodbye, Mily Moo!”
Jamiya sighed, “Mature, Tanya. We aren’t eighteen anymore. You resort to ‘I’m telling,’ false accusations and name calling? Your words don’t mean a thing anymore, especially when they are all lies.” Jamilya stepped in front of the woman she hated in high school and didn’t much care for now. “I know what you did. I was there in that newsroom when your call came in, telling that station where they could find this town’s star football player. You were trying to set him up for not really loving you all these years. All through high school and college, Bryson never really had a thing for you. You know I knew what you did, which is why you had that Santa thief target my store; you wanted me out. But not any more. Like I told you, my store always ends in the black. But, we know you don’t like that color.” Jamilya winked at the woman standing before her, mouth agape. “Merry fucking Christmas. My rent will be on time this year—thanks to #SexySanta here.” Jamilya turned and patted me on the shoulder. “If you want to believe her, go on. But, I’m not gonna have my Christmas ruined again because of her. I’m going home.”
“Jamilya, wait.” I called after her.
But, she held up a hand and trudged in the direction of her car.
Tanya laughed. “Looks like your ‘boo’ is pissed.”
Chapter Nineteen
Bryson
“Is she, coming tonight, Niya?” I follow Jamilya’s sister around the damn shop asking after her. She hadn’t been in the shop for two whole weeks after the blow-up in the parking lot. It was now the day before Christmas Eve.
“She is taking time off, Bryson. She’s drained. Plus, it’s been busy at the paper.” Niya won’t even look at me, and I know she is lying.
“She isn’t taking any of my calls.”
“How do you even have her number? I know she didn’t give it to you,” Tionne piped in, nudging me toward the Santa throne to take more pictures. I couldn’t sit on this throne without thinking of Jamilya’s naked body splayed open for me.
“I have my ways,” I mumble to Tionne as a woman comes and sits on my lap, and I plaster the fakest smile for #SexySanta.
“Niya, you have to convince her to come tonight. I’m planning something special for Christmas, but she has to talk to me first,” I plead with her sister before the next woman comes over to hop on.
“Look, Bryson, I will tell her, but I don’t know what good it will do. You crushed her when you believed Tanya over her in that parking lot.”
“I didn’t believe her!” I exclaim.
“Say, cheese, Santa,” Tionne instructed.
“God damn it! That is enough with the pictures, today.” I stand and swipe the Santa hat from my head.
“What
are you doing?” Niya eyes me.
“I’m going to win my girl back, with or without your help.”
I exit the lingerie store and make my way back to my office.
I’ve had an idea since shortly after we renovated this mall. It had been closed off from the other parts of the mall until last week. And, I knew just the right way to open it back up to the public. I just hoped the idea would win Jamilya over. It’s really the only hand I had to play.
I entered my office and changed out of the Santa outfit, donning a white button up and a pair of dark grey dress pants. I rolled the sleeves of the shirt up to just under my elbows, ready to get to work.
“Clara!” I called out. I pick up my phone and check for messages.
Nothing.
I thought maybe Jamilya would have received the gifts I had delivered by now and would have said something.
Clara is Johnny on the spot and at my office door before I can put the phone back on my desk.
“Did you get everything I asked? Are we ready for tonight?”
“Yes and yes, it’s all been taken care of. The decorators and caterers are already down there, making sure everything is to your specifications. It’s a tight turn around, but they are making it happen.”
I nod, taking a seat behind my desk and opening my laptop. “That’s good to hear. And, her gifts...”
“Have been marked as ‘delivered.’ She should have everything you sent over,” Clara’s voice was reassuring.
“Do you think this will work, Clara?”
“I think that girl cares about you more than she is letting on. And, If this gesture means as much to her as you think it does, it will surely work.” Clara’s smile warms me.
“You told my parents?”
“Yes.”
When she doesn’t say more, I raised a questioning brow. “And?”
“Tanya had gotten to your father before I could.”
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