Here is the next installment of Hallmark!
– Richard
Arnold leaned back as Chelsea forced Hannah down on the couch. “It’s been a long time since I had another woman to play with.”
Hannah looked up with her, wide-eyed, stuttering a little.
“Ooh, you’ve got her spooked now, that’s good,” said Mark.
Chelsea glared up at him, then leaned back down on Hannah.
“Does she ever make that face at you?” Mark asked Arnold.
“I don’t think so,” he said.
“But you like it, don’t you?”
“It’s kind of hot…”
“Do you like watching her with another girl?”
“Yeah, that’s hot too…”
Chelsea stopped the trail of kisses she was leaving from Hannah’s cheek towards her throat. “Will you two shut up!” she hissed, while Hannah squirmed and whined.
“Shutting up,” said Arnold, moving the beer bottle to his lips.
Mark smirked back at her glare until she went back to what she was doing.
“Does he make you play with other girls often?” she whispered, before nibbling on Hannah’s earlobe.
“No, miss. You’re actually the first person I’ve been with since we started dating.”
“Oh, lucky me. I know how much of a slut you are, so he must be pretty special.”
“He is, Miss. But I’m still a slut, I just needed to find someone who could keep me in line and make me his slut.”
Hannah rolled her eyes.
“Well, don’t get too attached. You never know when he’ll get distracted and fuck off somewhere else.”
“Can we not rehash our breakup while you’re straddling my girlfriend?” asked Mark.
“If you didn’t want to deal with it, you shouldn’t have done it. Maybe I’ll just take it out on her instead.” Hannah pulled the zipper on the onesie down and reached in. “No bra. Fucking slut.”
“Do you really think I’d let her out of the house, in that, with one?”
“Whatever, just makes it easier to take out my frustration on her.” Chelsea pinched down on one of Hannah’s nipples, drawing a gasp from her.
“Can we do a consent check for this? I’m not going to say I didn’t expect something to happen, but still.”
“I’m good, are you good, sweetheart?”
Arnold nodded.
“Are you good, little kitty?” She let up the pressure lightly.
“Yes, Miss!” said Hannah, squirming.
“Are you good, asshole?”
“It’s a decent show.”
Chelsea twisted Hannah’s nipple hard, drawing a panting moan from her.
“I know we’re in the basement, but we should try to keep the volume level reasonably low.”
“Do you want to gag her for me?”
Mark glanced at his watch. “Honestly, we’ve only got about five minutes until midnight. If you want any chance of people buying that we’re not mid-orgy down here, we should probably straighten up and head upstairs.”
Chelsea leaned down, covering Hannah’s lips with hers and thrusting in her tongue as she gave one last hard pinch and pull. When she released, she quickly climbed off the other woman. “You’re lucky your ‘Daddy’ is here. Next time, I won’t be so nice.” She turned to Arnold. “And you. You better start warming up that tongue, because I will drown you in my juices if you take too long.”
“Okay, then,” Mark said. “Let’s just get these off…” he undid Arnold’s wrists, then Hannah’s. “Everybody good, nothing numb?”
“Nope, all good,” said Arnold, rolling his wrists a little.
“Daddy, I’m all wet and sore…” Hannah whined.
“You are. And Daddy is very hard. I promise you can take care of it later. But right now, you need to come upstairs and give me my New Year’s kiss.”
Hannah blushed a little and rezipped her outfit.
“You two are disgusting. You ready, babe?” Chelsea asked, reaching a hand down to Arnold.
“Are you going to choke me and pinch my nipples when we kiss?” he asked.
“Not unless you ask me to.”
“Maybe later, but not in public.”
“Such a gentleman. Come on, let’s go.”
She took his hand and led him back up the stairs, just in time to get their champagne before the countdown started.
As the ball dropped, Chelsea looked into his eyes, feeling a sinking feeling in her stomach to go with it. Tonight had gotten too far out of hand. As Times Square cheered she chugged her drink and kissed him hungrily, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
Forget about this year’s mistakes. That’s what Auld Lang Syne is about, right?
Hey, it only took until the first week in February to finish New Year’s! I guess I have to figure out Valentine’s now…
J R Vincente 