8. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Rune

When I get back to the hotel, I grab the bag of food from the passenger seat and head inside. The elevator dings and the door opens. Silas steps out, shaking his head as he passes me.

“Thanks for bringing that stuff.” I say, but he ignores me and continues walking. I step on the elevator and press the number three, wondering what the hell just happened. I know Si isn’t Cali’s biggest fan these days, but something must have really pissed him off for him to ignore me like that. When the double doors open, I step into the hallway and grab the room key from my pocket. As I’m about to swipe the key card, the door flings open and Cali stands in front of me looking frustrated.

“What happened?” I ask, stepping inside and putting the food down on the table. “I just saw Silas, he didn’t look too happy.”

“He saw my ring and got pissy.” She shrugs, fidgeting with the sleeve of my hoodie. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. He’ll either get over it, or he won’t.” I smile at her and start to open the boxes of chinese food. She gives me a sad smile before sitting in one of the chairs. “Seriously, baby, don’t stress about it.” I pass her a pack of the chopsticks before ripping open the plastic bag that holds my fork.

“I can teach you how to use them.” She chuckles, clicking her chopsticks together in front of her.

“No thanks,” I say, stabbing a piece of chicken, “eating shouldn’t be an olympic sport.”

“It’s not even hard!” She squeaks, picking up a single grain of rice and holding it out. “Once you get the hang of it, it’s just as easy as using a fork.”

“Still not interested.” I nod toward the long box on the bed. “Did you look inside yet?”

“No, I didn’t get a chance.” She sits her chopsticks down and stands, walking over to the box and pulling the tape off. When she pulls the sides open, she squeals with excitement before tearing open the bags. “Awe, I love these, they’re absolutely perfect.” She turns the tub of ornaments around, pointing to all of the bulbs she likes, which is every single one of them.

“You can’t have Christmas without a tree.” I smile at her as she comes back to the table, kissing me before she sits back down and we finish our meal.

“Will you help me decorate?” She asks while throwing the trash away. “We can make it interesting.”

“How interesting?” I wiggle my brows at her, causing her to laugh.

“We dump all the ornaments in the bag and take turns picking,” she starts. I cross my arms over my chest and lean back in my chair. “If you pick a black ornament, you lose an article of clothing.”

“Strip decorating!” I exclaim and rub my hands together. “I’m in!”

Once we get the tree set up and all the bulbs emptied into the bag, she holds the bag up over her head and smiles at me. “No peeking.”

Reaching into the bag, I pull out a black ornament and hang it on the tree. I quickly pull my shirt off and toss it on the bed before taking the bag from her and holding it up so she can’t see. I huff in annoyance when she pulls out a bright pink bulb and hangs it.

We take turns hanging ornaments until I’m in my boxers and Cali is wearing a t- shirt and white lace thong. “Your turn, big guy.” I reach into the bag and groan when I pull out the stupid black plastic. I kick my boxers off and hang the bulb before taking the bag and holding it up for the last time. She winks at me before reaching her hand in and pulling out the last black circle.

“Make it slow, I like watching your tits bounce free.” I say as I sit down on the couch and drape my arms across the back. She sways her hips as she walks toward me and drops to her knees in between my legs. She pulls the shirt over her head and leans forward slightly so my hard cock is between her tits. She grabs the sides, squishing her tits together and dragging them up and down my shaft. My head falls back against the couch and I thrust my hips, falling into a perfect rhythm, until she wraps her mouth around the tip.

“Fuck, Cali.” I growl, grabbing a fist full of her long blonde hair. “If you keep that up, I’m going to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

She stands abruptly and grabs some of the garland and a box of lights from one of the bags. She tosses the garland on the couch next to me before unwrapping the lights and plugging them into the wall on the other side of the sofa. My imagination runs wild with ideas of tying her up with the lights, but that thought quickly disappears as she starts wrapping them around my wrists and pulling them above my head.

When she’s satisfied that I won’t be able to break free, she stands on the couch, with her legs on either side of me. “Stick out your tongue.” She demands, placing her foot on the back of the couch next to my head so her pussy is right above my mouth. I lick a small circle around her clit, then hold my tongue still. She swirls her hips, rubbing her wet pussy back and forth along my tongue.

“Oh fuck.” She cries out, grabbing my hair and grinding harder on my face. “That feels so fucking good.” I flatten my tongue and wiggle it from side to side. Her grip on my hair tightens as she cums on my face. “Oh my god.” She pants, sliding down my body. My head falls back to the couch again when she grips my cock and slams her pussy down on it.

“Jesus Christ, Cali, just like that.” I groan, loving the way her walls tighten around me each time she bounces. I wiggle my wrists in an attempt to get the lights off of me, needing to touch her while she continues to ride my cock.

“Holy shit,” she moans, reaching down to rub her swollen clit. “I’m so close.” When I feel her pussy pulsing around me, I twist my wrist once more and pull it free from the lights. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” She screams as I grab her hips and slam up into her. I free my other wrist and grab the strand of lights, wrapping them around her neck and pulling tight.

“You like that, baby?” I whisper, watching her face turn a gorgeous shade of red. She nods the best that she can with my grip on the lights. When her lips turn slightly purple, I let go of the lights and she gasps for air.

“Fuck meee.” She cries, falling against my chest. I slide her onto the floor, so her thighs are against the couch, and her top half is laying across the cushion. Getting on my knees behind her, I gather her wetness on the tip of my cock and line it up with her ass before sliding into her gently. “Oh god!” She screams.

“Cum for me, so I can fill this tight ass.” I grumble, reaching under her hips to work two fingers into her pussy. Her back arches as I rub her clit with my thumb.

“Fuck. Rune.” She pants, her ass getting impossibly tighter around me. “I’m cumming.”

“Holy shit.” I grunt as I fill her ass. I smile when I see the unused garland next to her head. Grabbing the package, I rip the cheap cardboard and the pink fluff unravels. I pull her hands behind her back and start wrapping her wrists. Once they’re secure, I gather her hair and wrap the opposite end around her hair, tying it tightly so she can’t move her head very far. “I’m not done decorating my favorite tree.” I say, slapping her ass. “It needs a little more white stuff.