The living room glowed faintly, a single candle flickering on the coffee table. Outside, the hum of holiday music and bursts of laughter drifted through the quiet of our home. My pulse quickened as I peered through the curtains, the vibrant block party unfolding below. Twinkling lights crisscrossed every house, families and friends mingling, blissfully unaware of the spectacle about to begin.
Nick’s hands gripped my hips, grounding me. The earthy scent of pine mingled with cinnamon, wrapping around us like the season itself. I leaned into his bare chest—warm, solid, alive with the same restless energy thrumming through me.
“You ready to put on a Christmas play they’ll never forget?” His voice was low, teasing, laced with anticipation.
I tilted my head back, catching the faint outline of his grin. “Let’s do this,” I whispered, my nervous laugh betraying my thrill.
Nick snuffed out the candle, plunging the room into hushed darkness. With a tug, I pulled the curtains wide, letting the amber glow of streetlights flood in. He found the plug and pressed it into the socket. A cascade of colors burst to life, bathing our bare skin in red, green, blue, and gold.
I let my gaze drift down Nick’s chest, the spiraling lights coiling around his waist and down his leg. The cord wrapped snugly at his base, making him impossibly hard.
“Fuck, Holly. You look so sexy,” he murmured, his eyes devouring me.
I glanced down, the lights twinkling around my breasts and trailing in delicate patterns down my torso. A breathless laugh escaped me. We were decorations tonight, shimmering and alive, our nerves thrumming with excitement.
Nick took my hand and led me to the window. My stomach tightened as we stepped into the light. Cool air brushed my skin, every nerve alight with the sharp mix of fear and arousal. Outside, the block party remained a sea of laughter and clinking glasses.
His fingers tightened on my ass, pulling a gasp from me that he silenced with his lips. The kiss was slow and deliberate, melting my hesitation. My body arched into his, the world narrowing to us.
Then I saw her—a woman in a long coat, her head tilting as her gaze fixed on us. She slowed, curiosity lighting her face, her steps hesitant but unyielding.
My heart slammed in my chest, each beat a delicious, intoxicating rush. When she stepped closer, her focus sharpening, the thrill became electric, almost unbearable.
I sank to my knees, looking up at Nick as the twinkling lights cast a kaleidoscope over his body. My fingers traced his thigh as my lips parted, taking him slowly.
“Jesus, Holly,” he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair.
Outside, the woman froze, her hand flying to her mouth as comprehension dawned. But she didn’t look away. Her shock softened into something deeper, almost reverent.
Nick’s hips twitched as I worked him with deliberate care, my tongue teasing him. The lights flickered in rhythm with his pulse, painting shifting patterns on the walls. Heat coiled low in my belly, a simmering ache fueled by the weight of her gaze. The thrill of being watched coursed through me, leaving me trembling with need.
More figures gathered beyond the glass, indistinct silhouettes pointing and pausing, caught between scandal and fascination. Their attention pressed on me, exhilarating and unrelenting. I swirled my tongue over his tip, savoring his sharp intake of breath, before taking him deeper, until his groans filled the room.
When I pulled away, my knees shook beneath me. Rising, I placed my hands flat on the window. The cold glass bit into my palms, a sharp contrast to the inferno spreading through me.
Nick’s hands gripped my waist, steadying me as his tip brushed against my slick folds. The teasing touch sent a gasp spilling from my lips, my body arching instinctively, desperate for him. When he pushed inside, a guttural sound escaped me, raw and unbidden. The world outside faded into heat, rhythm, and the delicious stretch of him filling me.
“Looks like we’ve drawn a crowd,” Nick grunted, his voice tight with pleasure.
I met my reflection in the glass, the lights bouncing in time with his thrusts. Beyond the pane, shadows shifted, murmurs blending with distant holiday music. Shock, fascination, and envy radiated from the crowd, their energy feeding the fire inside me.
Nick’s grip tightened on my hips, pulling me back into him, each thrust blurring the line between pleasure and surrender. The hum of the lights, the press of the glass, and the undeniable thrill of being watched overwhelmed me.
“Oh, fuck…” The words tore from me, a breathy moan of disbelief and ecstasy.
Nick’s rhythm grew steadier, commanding. My gaze flicked to the silhouettes outside—figures frozen in awe. The weight of their attention ignited something primal in me, pushing me higher, closer to the edge.
And then I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me, a tidal wave of heat and electricity that left me trembling, crying out. The lights flickered with the aftershocks, casting fractured rainbows across the room as I dissolved beneath him.
Moments later, his pace faltered, and he pulled out with a strained groan. His warmth spilled over my ass, marking the culmination of our uninhibited rebellion. His hands slid up, steadying me as he pulled me upright into his arms.
We stood there, trembling and breathless, bathed in the glow of the lights. My heart thundered as I glanced toward the window. The onlookers lingered; their expressions hidden in the dim light. I didn’t care.
Nick pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “Merry Christmas, Holly.”
A slow grin spread across my face, adrenaline still coursing through me. “Merry Christmas, Nick.”
