Holiday Smile Rated R
Snow fell outside the frosted window that she had been looking out of for nearly fifteen minutes sipping her hot chocolate and holding a picture. A smile was painted on her face for the third Christmas in a row as she remembered the reason for her holiday smile.
“Why do we even come here? It’s practically deserted,” Miley said just louder than normal.
“It’s cheaper to Christmas shop here,” she yelled back as she started spinning in the sparse mall that according to Miley should have been shut down years ago. “The shops lower their prices just so they can make some money. Prices Miley, prices.” Demi smiled, all of her teeth showing. “And it’s close!”
Miley grumbled under her breath as she began to walk down an open aisle of the mall. “I hate being stuck on a shitty budget. College sucks.”
Demi shook her head, holding onto her smile. “Just get in the holiday spirit and smile!” Just as they turned a corner she yelped in excitement. “Santa!” She turned to her best-friend since childhood with wide, hopeful eyes and a smile that could outshine the sun.
With a roll of her eyes she sighed. “Come on.” Not a second after she spoke was she being pulled full-forced by Demi to Santa who was tending an imaginary line of excited kids. “Slow, down! He’s not going any where!”
Miley had always hated the holidays. Since the year she turned seven and found out Santa wasn’t real she hated them. Every year her parents would take her to some fake Santa for a picture to send off to relatives and she couldn’t think of something so fake that she had done since.
“Ho, ho, ho. Hello there.” The fake, white-bearded man spoke as Demi released her hold on Miley and dashed for ‘Santa’. “What do you want for Christmas little one?”
Miley rolled her eyes. Demi was not little, for Christ-sake, she’s twenty-two! She stood there, out of the way, waiting for her friend to realize how ridiculous she was being.
“Smile pretty for the camera,” the man said to Demi as if the smile she had when she first had seen him had faltered.
A flash of white light brightened their skin and Demi hopped off his lap racing to get the picture. Miley swore that Demi had never really grown up, not in the twenty years they’ve known each other. She shook her head as Demi headed back to her holding the picture like it was her last possession. “I thought we came here for shopping.” She raised an eyebrow as they were about to walk away.”
“I had too.” She was cut off by the same annoying voice that had greeted them with ‘ho, ho, ho.’
“What about you there little lady, you want a picture too?” His voice seemed just a little different than before, maybe a tinge sweeter.
Miley turned to face him and she could swear she saw him wink and her face went pink. “I don’t think…” Demi cut her off with a shove.
“Yes she does! Go Mile!” Demi smiled as she nudged her again. “Go.”
Miley was practically pushed into the Santa circle and had no choice but to go through with Demi and ‘Santa’s’ plan. She turned to glare at Demi with harsh, dark eyes before she sat gently on the man’s lap.
He wasted no time before wrapping his arm around her lower waist, just to make sure she wouldn’t ‘fall’. “Are you on the naughty or nice list?” His lips were in a smirk.
She pushed away the urge to roll her eyes and puke on him. “Isn’t that your job to know?”
“I’m guessing naughty. You know what naughty people get from me?”
There was that wink again, it was arched by one of the bushiest eyebrows she has ever seen in her life. She wasn’t much in the mood for his flirty attitude. “Coal supposedly. But since you’re not real, I’m going with nothing.”
“Mm, the real Santa may give coal but me,” he leaned into her ear and whispered, letting his breath tickle her skin. “I can give you the ride of your life in my sleigh.” He slowly pulled away from her. “Smile beautiful.”
Her face gushed red with embarrassment and anger just as the camera flashed. The picture forever capturing her scowl, the same one that never left her face during the entire shopping trip.
Christmas break-no matter how much she hated the holidays she could never hate the break from school that came along with them. No exams to study for, no last minute projects and essays to hand in, just time to do all of the things that you never have time to do, such as-nothing at all. Tonight was one of those nights where Miley didn’t have to do a damn thing. Demi was out with her boyfriend, Nick, and Miley was left to sit in their dorm alone. Well maybe not, she could go out. After all Demi had been right about the cheaper prices and she did have left over money to play with.
“Fuck it,” she said aloud to herself. “I deserve a drink!” In less than a half an hour she had refreshed her make up and changed into less comfy clothes before heading to a pub only two blocks away. She was well-known there and when she arrived the first thing she heard was the bartender, Liam, shout to her.
“Jack No.7 and Coke comin’ up!” He winked at her.
She shook her head as she peeled her coat from her shoulders and dropped it on the seat next to her before she sat down with a small laugh. “You should stop winking so much Liam! Your eye might end up with a permanent twitch!”
The drink landed in front of her. “My mommy would still love me anyway.” He gave a cheeky grin before walking off.
Always a flirt, she laughed under her breath as she felt someone approach her.
“Is this seat taken?”
The deep voice filled her ears as she looked around the almost empty bar before she looked at the man that stood next to her. Hot. That was the only thought that filled her mind as she grabbed her coat and stuttered out, “N-no. Go ahe-ad.” She quickly moved her gaze to her drink as she took a long gulp letting the liquid numb her throat with a burn and took a deep breath to calm herself.
“Do you come here often,” he asked. His gaze was fixed on her, his lips itching to form in a smirk but he pushed the urge away quite successfully.
She turned to look at him, willing her nerves away. “If I have money to burn, yeah. You,” she asked.
He smiled a winning smile that created creasing lines around his eyes and mouth. He wasn’t old, maybe mid twenties; she knew the lines came from a constant smile. “First time and I’m thinking I might hit up the casino tonight seeing as how I was so lucky already as to have met you. My odds are looking good.” He chuckled as he brought his beer to his lips.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Mr. Sweet-Talk-The-Ladies is just so clever isn’t he,” she asked challenging him.
“I am,” he said smugly. “So, do you have a boyfriend?” Straightforward, just like his mom taught him.
She immediately blushed, her cheeks feeling like they we’re on fire. “Clever and quick.”
He smiled knowingly at her. “Ms. Avoid-All-Questions isn’t going to answer me is she?”
Miley downed the last bit of her drink before setting the glass down and grabbing cash from her bra to pay. “I should get going. It’s getting late.”
“It’s ten o’clock on a Friday night. The night’s just beginning. Let me buy you a drink.”
The words were desperate, she could tell and turned to him before sitting down. “Vodka straight.”
He smiled and called the order out.
“So, what’s your name,” she asked as the drinks came along with a comment from Liam.
“Miley has a date!? I thought it was my turn next!” Liam joked.
Miley laughed. her voice so melodic it made the man she just met smile. “Liam, darling, sweetie, baby… you know you’re my number one.” She winked as he walked away, Liam and her laughing. She turned back to her drink buyer. “So, name.” She pressed.
“Well Miley, I’m Joe. Nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out for her to shake.
She didn’t shake, she just smirked. “Nice.” Miley then downed the shot of vodka, hardly feeling the buzz. She may look small to an untrained eye but she is no lightweight- that was Demi’s job.
He still needed his answer, it was important. He may be hot, he may be flirty but he is not a home-wrecker. “Are you single?”
Miley sighed out. “Persistent man you are.” She looked at him and smiled. “Always a free bird.”
“Good to know,” he said as he finished the last of his beer. Just as his beer left, he worried she would too. She was putting her coat on as she stood behind the bar stool. He stood, dropping money on the wooden counter. “Got somewhere to be?” He didn’t want her to leave yet. He wasn’t lying when he said he was lucky to have caught her here.
Miley was in the middle of pulling her waist length, brown hair out from her coat when she turned to him. “Home- well, my dorm anyway.” She saw his eyes darken as if he were disappointed. “Care to walk me?”
Puffs of white breath ghosted in the air before them as they walked down Miley’s street when her phone went off, warning her of a text message. She pulled her phone from her pocket before reading and replying, ‘Have fun ;)’
“Who was that,” he asked curiously trying to read over her shoulder when she put her phone away.
“Just a friend. She’s staying with her boyfriend tonight.” She looked up at him, his frame at least a half a foot taller.
He nodded as they reached the dorms that were set across the school she clearly went to. “All alone tonight then? Scared of the dark?” Dropping hints like you wouldn’t believe and she was catching every last one.
She reached in her jeans pocket pulling out her key and beginning to open the door. “I don’t have to be.” Miley looked back at him, her lips smirking as her blue eyes lit up with suggestion.
Not a second later were those smirking, pink lips covered by the tender force of his. Their bodies were pushed in the room and the door slammed shut with an echo, the fire igniting in them as if they were gun powder on a burning ship.
Flying clothes scattered the carpeted floor as their skin was bore for the other. Sloppy kisses were driven by lust and desire. Neither of them have gotten much lately and this was one hell of a chance, too great to pass up. His groping hands falling every where, a new destination every second and as soon as his thumb and forefinger pinched her right, perky nipple she yelped.
“Just do it already!” Her voice was heavy with anticipation and arousal. Her hands carded through his short hair and tugged harshly as her hips thrusted up begging for his attention to be somewhere else.
He settled his hips lower with a grunt and attached his lips to hers again, pulling her bottom lip with his teeth before plunging his tongue into her mouth. Joe ground his hips against hers as he grabbed tightly at her breasts before he slid them down her sides and rested them on her hips. He tightened his grip to keep her still and he ground against her harder and nipped at her tongue.
The heat in the room was unbearable as was the unquenched, scorching want in her. She pushed him off of her, rolling so she dominated him. Her hand grasped his hardened cock as she steadied it for when she slipped down, letting the thickness fill her yearning. “Fuck,” she moaned out so guttural.
His breath caught in his throat as she slid up and then slammed back down. His hands clasped around her hips again and held her when she slid up again before slamming his hips up to meet her down thrust. “Shit-fuck, so tight!” His eyes clamped shut letting him feel everything and see nothing.
Time was passing faster than reality and their breaths grew more and more ragged, Joe having taken over half way through going faster than she had imagined. She could feel her thighs bruising from each thrust and his clutching hands on her smooth thighs. Moans were flooding the room like a rainstorm and screaming-screaming like a murder scene. It only got hotter as the time flew, their faces red with strain and heat and their bodies shaking from the ultimate pleasure that had been building since she slid onto that magical disco stick of his.
She could feel her seams ripping as her end came closer and his unrelenting motions brought it closer every second. His voice ripped through his breaths, “So fucking wet! You’re defiantly naughty, so fucking naughty.” His teeth clenched as his end, too, was coming.
Naughty? “Wha… fuck, Joe-shit, ahhh!” Just as quickly as the thought of Joe saying she was naughty, just like Santa had, had come her world crashed, drowning out any coherent thoughts. The wave had her shaking like a leaf as he kept up his power thrust which soon faltered as her walls slammed down on his cock at the end of her orgasm.
Shot after shot released in her, coating her already wet walls. His body had stilled as his orgasm bore on him. “Shit, baby. S’good.” His breath was landing on her face as he soon fell onto her, moving one last thrust before he rolled over next to her.
They lay, catching their breaths when she finally spoke. “If this is what it is like to have sex after eight months of a dry spell-fuck,” she said rubbing her hands over her face as she took one final, deep breath before closing her eyes.
The smirk he had been hiding the entire time since he had seen her at the bar finally cracked. “I told you I would give you the ride of your life… but apparently it would be in your sleigh.”
Red, red like Rudolph’s nose covered her entire face as her eyes slowly fell open and her head turned to him. “Oh my God!” She pulled the blanket over her face as she hid from him completely embarrassed.
His hand ripped down the blanket and he smiled. “What,” he asked nonchalantly.
All she did was mumbled over and over, ‘I slept with Santa, I slept with Santa!’
He could tell the redness that covered her face still hadn’t faded. Joe didn’t want her to be embarrassed so he leaned over and kissed her, slowly rolling back on top of her heading for a round two.
Clinking keys and a jiggling doorknob were followed by two people walking in the next morning. Joe and Miley were still entangled in each other and the blankets peacefully sleeping. A purse was dropped on the other bed in the room. “Oh my God, Miley!” Demi was surprised to see Miley in bed with a guy she, herself had never met.
Miley’s eyes shot open with the sudden noise. “What?!” As soon as the words left her mouth she felt an arm tighten around her waist and turned to see him leaning up on an elbow to see what’s going on. She quickly looked back at Demi who stood there with Nick. “Uh,” she started.
“Joe,” Nick said almost like a question.
Joe rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Hey bro...” He hadn’t expected his little brother to show up here of all places.
Instant mortification settled in Miley’s stomach at the realization that Joe was not only Santa but Nick’s brother! “Oh God!” She sat up in the bed holding one blanket to her chest as she stood to wrap it around herself which gave Joe a glorious view of her backside. She almost ran to the attached bathroom that they had paid extra to have, while grabbing clothes on the way.
Joe laid back down awkwardly as Demi picked up Miley’s thong from the corner furthest from Miley’s bed. “Have fun last night, Mi?” She whispered to herself before dropping it back on the floor. Nick kind of laughed realizing Joe had, had sex with Miley, a girl not known for whoring around.
When Demi spoke Joe looked to her and instantly recognized her. “Hey, you’re the girl that asked for a pony.”
Demi’s jaw dropped as she realized just who Joe was. “YOU FUCKED SANTA!?” She stormed toward the bathroom when the door suddenly flew open to reveal a, now clothed, Miley.
“Shut up!” She yelled as she tossed Joe his boxers since he couldn’t exactly get up with all these people here.
Once he had his boxers on he got up and got dressed as the four of them stood in the middle of the room awkwardly. “Um…” Miley started before she scratched the back of her neck. “I didn’t think you would be back yet… with you staying at Nick’s last night.”
“We came to invite you to breakfast.” Demi smiled. “Santa can come too.” She laughed.
Miley rolled her eyes, typical Demi.
“It’s actually Joe.” He chuckled.
“I like Santa better! Now come on peoples,” she yelled before she started walking out the door with her purse.
Hot breath hit Miley’s neck and spread to fog the window she stood in front of. His arms wrapped around her. “That is my favorite picture of us,” Joe said as he kissed her cheek.
“Me too Santa, me too.” She turned, smiling and kissed him, carefully not dropping her mug and letting her holiday smile shine through the embrace.