Chapter 28
NEO
It’s Creepmas Eve. I sit in front of the mirror, the soft glow of fairy lights casting golden halos across my bare shoulders.
My Mrs. Santa dress hangs from the closet door, bold red velvet trimmed with snow-white fur, looking playful and daring in all the right ways.
The door creaks open just enough to let Nox slip through, a coil of tangled lights draped over his arm like a mischievous offering.
His silhouette is back-lit by the hallway glow, but the smile on his face is unmistakably playful, looking like he’s up to something.
He holds up the lights like a trophy. "I come bearing chaos," he says, his voice low and teasing. "And I found the batteries for these things."
"Mhm." I unzip his pants. "Sit!" I command softly, my voice laced with playful authority, and I push Nox down onto the cushioned seat.
He complies with a smirk, his muscular thighs spreading as he settles, his cock already stirring back to life at my boldness.
The chair creaks under his weight, the vanity's surface is cluttered with makeup, perfumes, crystal jewelry, candles and scattered ornaments.
I take the lights from his hand, and I kneel before him, my breasts brushing his knees as I loop the cord around his wrists.
I pull his arms back behind the chair's spindles, the plastic wires flexible but firm, blinking against his inked skin.
Nox watches me intently, his eyes darkening with arousal as I secure the knots, the lights' soft hum vibrating faintly against his flesh.
I trail the remaining strand up his arms, wrapping it loosely around his chest, careful not to touch his wound, the colors dancing over his pecs and abs, highlighting every ridge and tattoo in a festive glow.
"You're mine to unwrap now," I whisper, leaning in to nip his lower lip, my tongue flicking out to taste him.
"Torture me, nightshade."
I rise and straddle his lap, the vanity chair rocking slightly under our combined weight. "Oh, I will."
I position myself over his thickening cock, feeling heat radiating from him as I grip the base, guiding the swollen head to my entrance.
The lights frame us like an erotic tableau, their glow reflecting in the mirror behind us, turning this moment into a holiday fantasy.
I sink down slowly, my pussy enveloping his length inch by inch, my walls stretching around his girth with a wet and welcoming squeeze.
Nox groans, his head falling back against the chair, the light string tugging taut as he tests the bonds, his hips bucking up instinctively to bury himself deeper inside me.
I set the pace by rolling my hips in languid circles, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, making the lights bob and cast patterns across our joined bodies.
My hands rest on his shoulders, my nails dig into the corded muscles as I lift and drop, riding him with increasing fervor.
Each descent slaps my ass against his thighs, his cock hitting deep, stroking my inner walls until pleasure coils tight in my belly.
The festive ambiance increases every sensation: the little glass bulbs warm on our skin, and the distant jingle of bells underscores my soft moans.
Nox thrusts up to meet me, the chair creaking rhythmically, his bound hands flexing uselessly behind him, sharpening his surrender.
"Fuck, Neo... ride me harder," he rasps, voice gravelly with need, his mouth latching onto my breast, sucking my nipple with hungry pulls that send sparks straight to my core. I obey and bounce faster.
Sweat beads on our bodies, mixing with the lights' glow, making Nox’s tattoos look like living art.
My pace turns frantic, my thighs quivering as I chase my release, one hand slipping between us to rub my clit in tight circles.
The orgasm hits me like a wave of holiday magic; my walls spasm around his cock as I cry out, my body shuddering in his lap.
Nox follows with a guttural roar, hips snapping up to pulse deep inside me until we both collapse, the lights still twinkling merrily around our sated forms.