by Amanda Rose
"Yes. I got to choose the colors I knew you guys liked and of course a red one for myself." I commented. He licked his lips before sitting down next to me, on his knees.
"You love to please us, sweetheart." He acknowledged. I blushed at his deep voice.
"I do." I replied, holding his gaze before my eyes lowered to his lips. I bit mine – trying to distract myself but my body began to hum – the desire to kiss him became hard to ignore.
"Scarlet."
We continued to stare, our shoulders touching as the fire continued to crackle.
He rotated his body to face me, reaching out to move the hot chocolate out of the way. Those smooth hands of his brushed against my cheek before they slid down my neck, reaching my shoulder blade. They slipped beneath my shirt, brushing it so the oversized shirt slid down my shoulder, revealing the strap of my bra and the top part of my breast.
He lowered his head to my shoulder, kissing me. I closed my eyes, lifting my chin to give him better access as his kiss trailed up my neck.
His hands landed on my legs and roamed across my thighs. He pulled away before grinning – my frown and confusion amusing him. He slid back to the sofa; his back pressed against it as he crossed his legs.
"Take off my shirt Scar." He ordered.
I obeyed, pulling the cotton shirt over my head; my hair fell across my bare back.
He took a moment to take in the view – his eyes made a detailed assessment of my body. My white lingerie set looked creamy thanks to the burning flames flickering off of it, the gold diamond sparkling in the light. The gold ribbon sat perfectly in the middle, making my breasts a Christmas gift ready to be unraveled.
"Come sit on my lap." I looked down to his crossed legs, his low ride sweatpants giving me a glimpse of his V-line and lower abs.
You would never have guessed an eight-pack could look so good in the dim lighting.
I crawled to him – making my movement slow. He smirked, enjoying my slow display of seduction.
Sex was probably the only thing that I'd sacrifice my dominant nature for; unless I got into it. Once my hips began to move, they were in control and no one could stop them.
I crawled into his lap; his body slid us forward, so I could hook my legs around his waist as I pressed my breasts against his defined chest. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly in place as I rested my hands on his shoulders; my white, silk, fingerless gloves shimmered in the light.
His lips finally met mine as we began to devour one another. I struggled to keep still; the throbbing grew as I felt his cock harden beneath his grey sweatpants. The sensation of the soft cotton pressed against my exposed pussy made my need to feel him inside of me grow.
It didn't take long till he forced his tongue into my mouth and we deepened the kiss. I tasted the lingering mint hot chocolate in his mouth, making me want to taste more of him.
His hand moved down to my ass, roaming around it in a circular motion before he slapped it, light enough to be more pleasurable than painful.
With each slap that followed I moaned, pressing myself against him, wanting more while I wiggled in his lap.
We moved apart as we struggled for air, panting as we stared into each other's eyes – his golden eyes looked mystical.
"Scar, move back a bit."
I unlocked my leg hold, moving back to give him enough room to uncross his legs - his hands pulled the material down his hips and revealed his hard manhood.
I stared at it, licking my lips as I watched it twitch, swinging slightly as he fixed his position – opening his legs before patting the carpet below.
I didn't need him to ask me to return, crawling back. He motioned me to turn around – my back now faced him. His arm wrapped around my waist, bringing me back to him; my back pressed against his chest as his head relaxed on my shoulder.
"I wanna have some fun with you first, Scarlet." He warned; his long cock brushed against my wet pussy.
"Do you now…what do you have in – ah." I began before two fingers slid into me.
I let a moan escape as he began to alternate his fingers in my pussy. I felt my juices gather as his fingers continued the back and forth movement.
I rested my head against his shoulder as he began to kiss my neck, leaving bite marks all over my shoulder and neck.
I wiggled in his embrace before arching back, allowing his hand to slide up my back and unclip my bra – dropping it on the couch behind him.
I was so thankful to the open pussy panties for the quick satisfaction in times like these; his fingers continued to work their magic as his other hand began to massage my left breast, circling my hard nipple.
"Faster Michael." I whispered, wanting to come.
I needed those fingers to fuck me like it was his cock.
"Okay." He replied; those words brushed against my ear followed by him biting and tugging lightly.
I moaned, both fingers slid in together – going into a rapid movement in and out of me.
It didn't take long till a loud moan escaped me; my body arched back as I came. He pulled his drenched fingers out as I relaxed in his embrace. I turned my head to watch as he sucked my juices off his fingers – the action turned me on as I continued to stare, till his eyes landed on me.
"Did you like that?" He questioned, his voice low and needy.
"Yes. A lot."
"Which part babe?"
"I like when you finger me...and you sucking my cum off your fingers turns me on." I confessed, no hint of embarrassment in my words as I stared at him.
I needed him to know how fucking hot it was. How turned on I got, when I saw any of them do that.
"Good to know. Now sweetheart, get on your hands and knees." He encouraged.
I obeyed, leaning down and moving myself a few inches so he had enough space to move. I felt the heat of the fireplace – adding to the heat sparking within me as I waited patiently; my anticipation rose.
I arched my ass up, becoming impatient. My body was on fire and that fire would continue blazing until I was filled with Michael’s large cock.
"Baby, please." I begged; my body rocked back on its own, needing to feel his dick inside of me. He rubbed my ass cheek before slapping it, harder than before.
I moaned, gritting my teeth at the sting that vibrated through me.
"Scar. I'm warning you. I'm gonna go hard and fast until you beg for me to stop. Do you understand?" He reminded; his voice stern and husky.
I licked my lips; his warning only escalated my need for him. I knew how intense our love making could get if I gave him permission. Right now, I wanted him pounding against me and didn’t care how rough or intense it got.
I nodded as I stared at him – those beautiful golden eyes blazed with lust.
"Fuck me till I can't take it anymore." I encouraged; my breathy voice filled with longing. I needed him so bad, I didn't care about the consequences. I'd deal with those later.
A sly smile morphed on those luscious lips as his hands gripped my ass and his cock began to tease my opening – my wetness dripped over his cock.
"No regrets?" He whispered before slapping my other ass cheek.
"No. Fuck, Michael! Fuck me already." I demanded; my frustration oozed off my voice.
He didn't hesitate any longer; his large cock rammed into me – the movement caused me to jerk forward as I cried out in pleasure. Fuck, so fucking good.
He pulled out – before slamming into me again. I gripped the carpet as I tried to stay in place as he continued the same motion.
He rammed into me a fourth time before he stayed in me. He gave me a moment to catch my breath before he began to fuck me hard. His thick cock plunged into me, fast and hard to the point his balls slapped against my core with each deep stroke.
I struggled to keep in place. He must have seen my struggle before he paused, pushing his length as deep as he could go; the movement enough to make me cum.
I cried out as the intense wave of pleasure filled me befo
re he reached out – his hands wrapped around my wrists and pulled them against his back as he returned to pounding me.
My breasts bounced to our rapid pace; his right hand kept my right wrist captive.
I allowed my left hand to land on my clit, swirling it fast as he continued to ram his cock in me with power.
Our moans echoed through the cabin.
"Fuck me harder baby, yes, harder!" I begged, needing to reach another climax.
He didn't disappoint – his fast strokes pushed me over the edge, and I rode the waves of ecstasy that coursed through me.
My body tensed up as he continued his fast movement – his moans and grunts became louder as he reached his climax. I moaned at the hot feeling of his cum flowing into me; my body shivered.
I fell forward on my hands as I tried to catch my breath, panting loudly.
Michael pulled out for a moment, giving him enough time to reach behind him for a black cushion. He leaned over me, positioning it to face me on the floor. I wanted to thank him, but I didn't have time before he inserted his cock back into me; the deep thrusts started off slow before he increased his speed.
I groaned; my body felt weak, but my arousal was growing yet again.
"Michael." I whined, knowing I wouldn't last much longer.
"Endure it, baby. I want to cum one more time." He groaned as he continued fucking me, slapping my ass. I whimpered, cumming yet again. His hand slid down my back and there was an increase of pleasure like I’d never felt before. A pleasure that built that familiar pressure as his cock slammed into me. Once more, my body ignited as his hand slid down my back again.
“Michael.” I cried his name. I didn’t want him to stop. I needed him to give it all to me.
I buried my head into the pillow to muffle my moans, gripping the carpet as I closed my eyes.
"Beg for me to stop Scar." Michael demanded, still pounding into me. I wasn't going to beg until he came. My body was a tightrope pulled to its limit, and I needed the release just as much as he did.
"Keep going." I urged. He growled before leaning over me. His right arm wrapped around me to keep me pressed against him; he pushed himself deep before doing a quick pounding motion.
My pussy was beyond wet – I felt our cum running out of me and down my thighs as he quickened the pace; his moans grew louder as he began to reach his limit. My pussy pulsated around his cock – the wet, blazing hotness clamping caused him to moan as he buried his head in my shoulder, cumming hard.
His loud moan was enough to make me cum just as hard, unable to hold back any longer. I felt his body twitch from the pleasure, shivering against my back. The ecstasy covered us in a warm blanket of satisfaction. The aftershocks enough to make me cum again as his hard cock twitched in me.
Michael finally pulled out, our combined juice poured onto the carpet and down my legs. I let out a weak sigh before my arms and legs lost all strength.
Michael tightened his grip around my waist to stop me from collapsing on the floor.
"Scar. You still conscious?" I gave him a weak chuckle.
"I'd...give you a thumbs-up if I could move." I whispered.
He repositioned me till I was cradled in his arms; my head rested against his chest.
He kissed my forehead before lifting me up – heading to the bathroom.
"You did good baby. We need to bathe before we pass out." He whispered.
"Ya…shower and bubbles." I mumbled; my consciousness so far away.
"Rest Sweetheart. I'll handle it."
That was the last thing I heard before I let the darkness claim me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DECEMBER 23rd, 5032
"Give another applause to our third rank artist of this year’s Christmas Galleria."
I took a deep breath, opening my eyes as I stared at the male and female hosts standing in the middle of the stage.
It was December 23rd and the night of the Galleria. I hadn't seen the boys all day before having to rush out the door for my triple appointment of hair, makeup and outfit choices. I had to admit, the final product fit me perfectly.
My evening gown was a maxi dress; the burgundy-rose and gold ombre sequin dress sparkled without the need of the bright, flashing light centered on the hosts on stage. The moment I walked under the ray of light, I'd be a standing coloured disco ball.
I wore shiny, rose gold heels to match, and my jewelry was burgundy themed to balance out the rose gold.
My long, curly, orange hair was now straightened and styled up in a Dutch braid crown. It was the perfect hairstyle to reveal the large, fourteen karat gold stud earrings – the ruby stone gave off a maroon colour.
I wore Anastasia Beverly Hills in the shade Madison to complete my smoky eye look and rosy red cheeks.
I stood quietly waiting for the hosts to present us.
"Scarlet Sinclair. Sorry for letting you stand alone for so long."
I smiled as I turned to greet one of my good friends.
"Kai Akiyama. It's been six months. Geez, I talk to Marcus more than you." I smiled before giving him a hug. He chuckled.
"I know. Marcus has the luxury to travel here all the time compared to me. I'm lucky to get down here twice a year. Very busy with painting and traveling. I do have to admit, I landed three days ago rather than this morning, so I've improved." I giggled.
"Who could have possibly influenced you to come early? They must be important to you."
He blushed; his hand landed on the tattoo on the back of his left hand. From the look on his face I already knew who the culprit was.
"Makoto, isn’t it?”
He lifted his head to stare at me with a smirk.
“Yup. She’s never experienced Christmas before where she grew up. So, we wanted to give her a chance to experience it for the first time.” He revealed. I smiled, already remembering the blue eyed brunette and all her cute glory from her last visit.
“I love her innocence and how happy she gets over the simplest things in life. I’m so glad you brought her down to celebrate her first Christmas holiday. " I nodded my head in approval. Kai nodded, a wide grin plastered on his face.
"If its for our Firefly, I’d come down here whenever she wants. She's in the audience. She won't be hard to miss. I just hope Marcus and your best friend can hold her down from jumping and screaming. She thought it was repulsive that the audience can only clap quietly during these events." He admitted.
"Hahaha. Makoto is adorable. She's like a burst of energy, and her excitement just leaks off and infects everyone. I can't wait for the Christmas dinner tomorrow." I clapped my hands together in excitement.
It would be the first year I'd sit around the table with a group of close friends, instead of sitting in my dark room, mourning my mother's death. I prayed she didn't mind me having one Christmas to enjoy myself.
"Yes, it will be a fun experience. Just make sure there are regular, chocolate and strawberry milk." He reminded.
"Oh God. After that last incident, I'll make sure there is a ton." We both laughed before the backstage staff reminded us we were about to be presented.
Kai offered me his arm. I accepted his invitation as we readied ourselves for our moment on stage to look confident and focused to please the sold-out crowd.
"Time to face the spotlight once again." Kai mocked with a smirk.
"So, how fast are you getting out of here?" I whispered.
"Thirty minutes tops. We have a surprise for Mako and Marcus is going to distract her." He whispered back.
"Have fun." I winked.
"Of course." He faced forward with his head high; the smile still lingered on his lips - one of the first I'd seen in the five years I'd known him. Makoto has changed him for sure. And they say a woman’s touch can't influence a man's behaviour – Bullshit.
"Now. Our top two artists for this year’s Christmas Galleria that you've all been waiting for. Please give a round of applause to Kai Akiyama and Scarlet Sinclair!"
So much for
quiet clapping; the crowd goes crazy as we made our entrance. Kai escorted me to the middle of the stage as we bowed to the hosts before bowing to the audience.
"SCARLET! KAI!"
We both glanced over to the loud cheers from our left to see Cece’s and Mako's waving arms. We both snickered; Marcus placed a hand on Mako's shoulders before whispering something in her ear. You could see her turn back, her shoulders sunk before Marcus looked flustered, quickly whispering something into her ear before her smile returned.
I looked over to Cece who was giving her six-foot-seven boyfriend a raised eyebrow before he let go of her shoulders; her smile returned as she continued waving.
As much as I wanted to keep my powerful façade, I couldn't help waving at the two; Kai waved with me. A few people in the crowd turned to stare at our two groups which were the largest portion on the left side of the stage – my entire team of five investigators and Mako's four love interests.
Kai and the others could deny all they wanted, but I knew there was something more going on. The judges handed the mics to us. Kai began the speech.
"Good evening and welcome to this year’s Christmas Galleria. It's an honour and privilege for myself and Ms. Sinclair to be standing before you." Kai looked at me to continue.
"Art is a beautiful aspect to share. Whether it's with a piece of chalk or a stack of toothpicks, art can be created by anyone and anywhere." I explained. Kai nodded.
"As one who's traveled the world, art can come in many shapes and forms. An image of a child hugging her mother, or the joy in a man's face when he gets a sip of fresh water. Art is portrayed by every individual, and I'm happy that we are privileged with such talent to share with you those aspects of life."
"I hope tonight we can once again inspire all of you and show you that there's more to this world than what we see in one place or time. Let our works of art open your life to aspects that the human mind closes off. Open your imagination, and I hope in doing so it will help you strive for peace, tranquility and salvation in your own lives. Thank you very much." I concluded.