Red Hot Christmas

by Mara White

  “Frankie, no!” Amber screamed and jumped up quicker than he imagined possible. She leapt for the doors a couple of seconds too late. Some red hots scattered to the floor around them.

  “What are you doing down here?” he asked her in alarm.

  “The floor is restricted. We can’t go back up,” she said with defeat.

  “No, I’ve got a master key,” Frankie started brightly, then with less enthusiasm added, “upstairs in my locker.”

  He believed Amber but he turned and pressed the up button anyway. It didn’t light up. He turned back to Amber.

  “You look really amazing,” he told her while he waited for the elevator to show up.

  “Thank you. At least you get to see it.”

  “You don’t always dress up for the basement?” he asked her smiling.

  “I put a lot of planning into that party, the dress. All for nothing.”

  “But the nights not over yet,” Frankie told her. “I’m here and I’m appreciating the dress as we speak.”

  “The heat was too high. I came down here to check when there was no one at the security desk.”

  “Yeah, no one showed for the PM shift, but I decided not to call it in because we don’t really need them. Didn’t want to bother anyone on Christmas.”

  “Weren’t you supposed to be off today?”

  “Manuel had an emergency and he’s got a family.”

  “I guess our options are either to call the emergency services or do Fireball shots down here until six in the morning.” He watched the gorgeous blush spread across her chest and up her neck as she said it.

  “I’ll leave it up to you, whichever you prefer. I should have held the doors. Sorry to make you miss your office party,” Frankie told her. But he was truly hoping for the latter. The best Christmas scenario he could possibly imagine was unraveling right before him. “Maybe the temperature rising was all because of you, Amber.”

  His hazel eyes shined brightly and his mouth broke into a debonair smile.

  For Frankie, Amber was everything he wanted in a woman. Smart, hardworking and fearless, yet so sexy her sensuality streamed off her like tangible energy. And not only did she already take fitness seriously, but they had the same damn guru, Lou was a part of her way of life too. Just working in the same building with her, Frankie could sense when she was coming or when she’d just left because the pheromones lingered in her wake. He’d built up a sexual tension that was ready to burst. He’d never felt an attraction this strong before. It was overwhelming to know he was locked in the basement with her. His cock stiffened and he tried to focus on anything other than Amber or her sexy shoes.

  “I don’t care about missing the party. It’s really for my team. My ex-husband showed up anyway. Drunk,” she told him, pushing her hair behind her ear and shrugging her shoulders. “Probably came to try to make a scene. Truth be told, I’d rather do shots in the basement with you more than anything else.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Absolutely. Yes.”

  Frankie didn’t know what to say, so he beamed at her instead.

  “I’m flattered. You’re wearing the shoes. From your profile. They look even better in person.” He felt a tad self-conscious. Here she was looking like a million bucks and he was clad in his blue zip up jump suit and work boots, his jaw shadowed with stubble because he hadn’t planned on coming to work.

  “Thank you,” Amber whispered looking bashful. She lowered her chin but her eyes shot up to his. “I really like the pictures you post. I hope you don’t think I was acting out of line. I’m not always the best at socializing.”

  Frankie shook his head back and forth slowly. He reached out his hand to catch her waist and when his fingers touched her, her mouth opened. She stepped in closer to him on her own wrapping her silken arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest. He pulled her into his chest and inhaled her scent, a mixture of cinnamon from the candy and something both powdery and fresh.

  “Have you had a lot to drink?” he asked her, his voice unintentionally dipping low.

  “Not enough,” she said into his neck, he could feel her lips graze his skin.

  Amber let go and they sat down looking at the bottle of Fireball.

  He poured a splash of Fireball into the plastic cup. He tipped it back and squinted his eyes at the sweet burn of the shot.

  “Time to celebrate. I’ve never had this before.”

  “It burns.”

  Amber grabbed a red hot between her forefinger and thumb.

  “Chase it with this,” she said and placed the tiny candy between her lips. Frankie liked her style. He lowered his head and stole the little heart from her mouth in a near kiss. He sucked it into the center of his tongue, poured another shot in the glass and handed it to Amber.

  “Cheers to a hot Christmas,” she told him. Amber brought the glass to her lips and tipped it back. She daintily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Frankie placed a red hot between his lips and Amber leaned in bringing her mouth to his. She stole the candy gently with her tongue. It felt like an invitation so he kept his mouth on hers and gently parted her lips with his tongue. She kissed him back without hesitation, allowing his tongue to sweep inside her mouth. The kiss wasn’t deep and passionate, nor was it playful and soft, their kiss was cinnamon sweet and physically burned from the whiskey and cinnamon fire in their mouths. Frankie cupped the back of her head and ran his palm down the slope of her shoulder. Without disconnecting their kiss, Amber surprised him by climbing into his chair and straddling his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her fiery kiss inflamed his senses. Her long, loose curls tickled his face as she straddled him and he ran his hands up the silk of her dress along her tight waist and over her rib cage. She shifted to run her center along his hard length and Frankie moaned into their kiss. He yanked her dress up over her thighs and sought the same curve in the flesh underneath the fabric. Her body was so incredibly fit and tight while her skin was delicately soft. But it wasn’t just Amber’s physical attributes that turned him on. What was so striking about this woman was her obvious need to be vulnerable. She gasped between kisses and clung to him like a child, her intimate-self appeared to be vastly different from the woman she projected to the rest of the world. In Frankie’s arms he sensed no demand to be in charge or make decisions. Instead, Amber felt like a beautiful gift tied up with a fancy ribbon for him to unwrap and enjoy all for the sake of pleasure. He lifted the incredible black dress over her head and laid it on the table. Amber really was a Christmas present in killer red shoes and green lingerie with another red hot waiting between her lips.

  Frankie took the sweet from between her teeth and licked the spicy cinnamon from her full lips. His hands moved from her waist to her ass sliding over the lace of her lingerie until contacting warm and full flesh. Amber rose on her knees and unclasped her bra giving Frankie access to a perfect rosebud of a nipple which he sucked into his mouth. He toyed with the sensitive knot using his tongue and his teeth while his hands kneaded her ass. Amber’s breasts were perfect, seashell pink and pert, naturally pear shaped and tipped up like they would render a brassier useless, a visual ornament. Frankie sucked on her breasts alternating until her nipples were erect and her breathing erratic.

  “I know you’ve been drinking so just tell me if anything is too-“ Amber silenced him with a kiss, dipping her tongue deep into his mouth, then pulled down the long zipper to his blue coveralls. Underneath he wore a white tank top and black boxer briefs with nothing else. Her long red fingernails grazed over his washboard stomach and slipped into the elastic of his underwear. She grabbed his hard length and Frankie bucked under her touch. His cock was painfully erect already crowned with precum, which she spread over the head with her thumb, brought it to her mouth and licked her finger.

  Amber slid off the chair onto her knees and pulled down Frankie’s briefs. She stared at him for a moment and then wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Frankie immediately felt the sweet
burn from the Fireball and candy. The sensation, in contrast to the wet silk of her mouth was intoxicating. He wove his fingers through her hair and controlled her tempo and depth; he couldn’t get enough of her. The way she sucked. The docile expression she wore as she looked up at him and allowed him to ravish her gorgeous mouth. She took him deep, all the way to his balls without gagging or pushing back. Her mascara began to run down her face and Frankie got the distinct feeling that he had never before seen anything so devastatingly sexy. The fact that Amber surrendered her power to him so readily, made him heady with frenzied lust. He was infatuated. A woman who was the epitome of control was handing it over to him.

  “Stop, Amber, stop. I’ll come.”

  “Isn’t that the point?” she asked him. She didn’t stop altogether; instead she teased him with her tongue. He yanked her hair back and she stopped, more obedient than Peebo, which in truth wasn’t hard. Frankie pulled her up by the hair, turned her and pushed the middle of her back until she was face down on the break table.

  Amber was still clad in the red shoes and dark green lace. Frankie kicked her feet apart and stepped between her legs, effectively stepping out of his coveralls. He toed off his work boots, if anyone showed up, he would officially be caught with his pants down. He pressed his cock against her ample ass and grabbed the flesh at her hips, pulling her backside into the air while her face remained pressed into the table.

  “You kill me with this ass in a tight skirt. Your legs, the fucking heels. All of it,” he said as he slowly pulled down her panties all the way to her ankles. She was wet with arousal and her thigh muscles trembled. “Climb up on the table,” he said patting her ass. “You do that to me on purpose?”

  Frankie poured himself a shot, knocked it back and brought his mouth to her sex. As his whisky laden tongue swirled around her entrance, Amber made a sound of need that was so honest and innocent it nearly unraveled him. He wanted to come all over her ass, but he also wanted to make their encounter last forever. Who knew if she would pretend not to know him in a day, or if she’d make some excuse as to why they couldn’t see one another again. He wasn’t going to just fuck her and walk away. Frankie wanted to savor her drop by drop, taste by little taste.

  He brought his mouth to her center again and this time penetrated her with his tongue. She reared back into his mouth and he immediately pushed her forward.

  “Uh uh. Stay still or I won’t make you come.” She moved her face slightly as if to object, but then stilled. He licked her again, from front to back, and she moaned. Frankie devoured her clit, careful to round his tongue. He could feel her body go pliant underneath his demanding hands. He alternated between savoring her clit and fucking her deeply with his tongue. Her thigh muscles clenched and her cunt pulsated under the attention from his mouth.

  “Do you have condoms?” He asked her. He fisted his shaft and rubbed his length on her ass cheeks. Then gently spread her arousal with the head of his cock.

  “No,” Amber whispered. “But, I’m on the pill.”

  He slid his pointer and middle fingers into her; she was so ready.

  Maybe it was rash, but in that moment, he felt like he’d been waiting his whole life to be inside her. Frankie threw caution to the wind and slid his cock in to the hilt, she wrapped around him like they were made for one another and Frankie dropped his head back trying not to come. A strangled cry escaped from Amber, she too seemed to be fighting the momentum. He fisted her hair, yanked her head back again and held her, fully penetrated, back arched, knees bent, and the red shoes flanking his thighs.

  Amber

  As if his cheeky photos, with the white teeth, mischievous smile and tousled hair weren’t enough, Frankie’s body in the flesh was so perfect it almost pained her to look at it. He had the kind of physique that looked photo shopped, looks that people spent lifetimes trying to achieve and he carried it all with a cavalier nonchalance that blew her away. Did he not know he was gorgeous? That teenage girls would plaster their walls with those pictures he graciously took? That he would ruin fantasies by surpassing the dream guy just by sweeping the floor?

  She nearly fainted when he tongue fucked her. When he pushed her around, she swooned so hard so could feel it in her pelvic floor. But when Frankie penetrated her to the hilt, Amber knew she’d be a goner. It wasn’t just because he had an amazing cock or because he looked so perfect. Amber lost herself in Frankie because he was perfect for her.

  When he slid in and out of her she vibrated on the inside, her body a tuning fork calibrated to his pleasure alone. A chill swept through her body leaving gooseflesh in its wake. Frankie commanded her hips like he owned her and the gesture made Amber feel innocent, demure, and malleable, all qualities that she wasn’t used to possessing. Yet under his touch, it felt like those were the very thing she was becoming. She let go of pretense and worrying about being right or being perfect or living up to standards that made her feel miserable.

  She pressed back into Frankie and met him thrust for thrust. His hips slammed into her ass and the table inched across the floor as they fucked. He wrapped the fingers from one hand around her neck and the nails from the other dug into the flesh at her hip. Amber collapsed her arms and her face fell against the cool acrylic of the table. She closed her eyes slowly and reopened them.

  “Security cameras,” she said to Frankie.

  “Fuck ‘em,” Frankie replied.

  “You could lose your job,” Amber said.

  “I already quit,” Frankie told her. He pulled out, flipped her and then yanked Amber to his chest. In her red heels, she was nearly as tall as him. He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, devoured her neck where it sloped to her shoulder. Amber looked into his eyes and lost herself in the connection she felt with him. He pushed her back again, this time, ass against the table. His knee kicked hers to spread her legs for him and he penetrated her again. Missionary. Their kisses were ferocious, fiery and still tasting of lingering whiskey and cinnamon.

  Amber felt the brush of his fingertips across her stomach, when he flattened his palm she savored the rough contact of his lifting callouses. He applied gentle pressure with the heel of his palm over her clit as he slid in and out of her. That coupled with the thrust and drag of his thick length made Amber start to thrash on the table. She couldn’t contain her orgasm as it raced ahead of her then descended through body pulsing like a strobe light. Frankie started to fall apart at the apex of her crescendo. He thrust into her viciously and she knew her hips would bruise, that she would feel the brand of his passion well into tomorrow. Frankie groaned and cursed when he came, pulled out and shot pearly threads of semen onto her abdomen. He immediately collapsed on top of her and gently bit her shoulder.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked. His voice sounded hoarse, from sex or whiskey or maybe both.

  “No,” Amber told him. She slid out from under him as he turned so that they were lying on their sides, face to face. The hunger was gone from his eyes and he looked sated, like a feasted cat. “I hope they never let us out,” she said to him with a grin. There was a red hot stuck to her back. Frankie pulled it off and placed it on his tongue.

  “We’ll just subsist off of candy canes and whiskey?” he asked.

  “And sex. Plus, there’s a vending machine.”

  Frankie kissed her deeply and Amber blushed at his affection. He traced her hairline, the bridge of her nose, her upper lip, before kissing her again.

  “How much should we sell our sex tape for?” Frankie asked her. His smile was punchy.

  “We should destroy it tonight,” Amber said sitting up.

  “Good luck, security is upstairs. We’ll bribe Clyde tomorrow.” He threw an arm behind his head and Amber snuggled into his chest. She still had her red shoes on. Amber, did you ever wear those shoes before, you know-“

  “Never,” she responded. “I was waiting for you.”

  Frankie pulled his phone out the pocket of his coveralls. He reached his arm far above them and rota
ted the camera taking a photo of the two of them from the shoulders up.

  “They can still tell we’re naked.”

  “Happy Holidays from Fit_and_Full_Frankie and Red_Jimmy_Shoes!” Amber watched him caption the photo. He tagged her and Lou and posted it to Instagram.

  “Would it freak you out if I told you this is my most favorite Christmas ever?”

  Amber propped up her head leaning on her elbow. She took in Frankie, his dazzling good-looks and his striking humility. Amber laced her leg across his body and slid on top of him straddling his hips. His cock was still semi-hard and surged again with her invitation.

  “Christmas isn’t over until the next shift has to clock in.”

  Epilogue

  Amber woke up with a splitting headache. She’d gotten home, showered, consumed a full pot of coffee and promptly fell asleep on the couch in a long T-shirt and underwear. Around noon she woke up feeling clammy and out of sorts. Her brain hurt from the whiskey and staying up all night. She staggered to her bed and fell asleep again on top of the covers. When her phone buzzed at two PM she covered her face with her hands and groaned to the ceiling.

  What the fuck had she been thinking and why was she such a floozy? Drunk and exposing her secret stalking and with a guy who worked in the building. Her body felt like it had been through a marathon of sex. She guessed it could have been worse, maybe like getting shit faced at the company party and making a fool of herself in front of her employees or her ex. But this was bad enough and she pulled the pillow over her face and counted to ten slowly.

  More coffee was necessary and maybe even a run. Some protein and veggies. A facial and perhaps a full Catholic absolution for desert. Her phone buzzed again. Maybe she would delete the social media account. Get a new phone number. Change her name to something else. She put her feet on the carpeted floor and the room swam just a touch. She remembered his mouth and his adorable smile and how strong he looked above her when he fucked. Her phone buzzed again and she reluctantly picked it up.