*This story is a Chris Jackson original fiction. It is not to be downloaded, shared, posted, or distributed in any way without my permission. All characters are fictional, and 18 or older. This content is for mature audiences only.*
XoX
Sergeant Rosalyn Abelan sighed deeply and rubbed her temples. Her radio was going off again for what felt like the umpteenth time that day.
“This is S-12,” she drawled into the mouthpiece. Rosalyn was trying her best to care for the last 20 minutes of her shift. The time on and around the holidays was always the worst for her. And for a lot of people, it seemed.
“S-12, we have another vagrancy complaint on 82nd. Can you please check it out before you head back to the barn?” The dispatch asked.
“Yeah,” Rosalyn replied and hung the handpiece back up. “I’m going to complain the whole damn time, though.” She muttered to herself as she pulled out of the parking lot she had been trying to lay low in. She wasn’t speed trapping, just trying not to see anything. See no evil, respond to no evil.
Rosalyn took her sweet time going to 82nd St. Her night had already been ruined with this overtime. Overtime on Christmas week was loco. Responding to one of the ever-increasing homeless complaints was not how she envisioned starting her Christmas Eve, yet here she was.
82nd was halfway across Burbank from where Rosalyn had parked herself. But the evening breeze was refreshing, if not a little too chilly. The sun was setting beautifully. Traffic was surprisingly light despite being 7 p.m. on Dec. 24.
She would have put the car’s top down if it was a convertible. Instead, she had to settle for rolling her window all the way down. She would have loved to pull out her hair tie and let the wind play with her black hair. Unfortunately, she had to worry about collar regulations.
XoX
When Rosalyn arrived on 82nd St., she slowed the police cruiser to a gentle roll and looked around for her scruffy vagrant. It didn’t take her long to find a tall man with dark curly hair wearing a green bathrobe, a baseball cap, and cargo shorts. His unkempt beard and shopping cart packed with what she assumed were all his possessions, tipped him off as her perp. Sure, it was profiling, but the shoe usually fit in this case.
“Hey sir, are you okay?” Rosalyn tried to ask sweetly, but loud enough that the man could hear her from the other side of the street.
“Yeah. I’m great. Why?” The man asked with a light smile on his face. “Do you need directions somewhere? I know Burbank pretty well,” he offered.
“Well, so do I. I’m a cop, sir. Knowing where I’m going is literally part of my job,” Rosalyn said back to him. She kept a polite, if not amused smile on her lips.
“Hmm,” the stranger grumbled. “I suppose it would be,” he said with a laugh. “Well then, what can I do for you, Officer?”
“Do you have a place to stay tonight?” She asked, hoping the answer would be different than the one she expected. This always hurt her more this time of year. She hated seeing anyone alone for the holidays, let alone with nowhere to go.
“Of course I do,” he said nervously. He looked about him as if a place would magically spring up from the sidewalk. “Why wouldn’t I have a place to sleep? Do I look homeless or something?”
Rosalyn lowered her sunglasses and stared him down. It sent a lancing pain through her heart to do so. “I’m sorry, sir, but I received a vagrancy call on this street….” She trailed off, really hoping he wouldn’t make her keep going.
His face fell and his shoulders slumped. “Oh, I see. Right,” he said, standing up. “I’ll find somewhere. I’m sorry to have brought you all this way from… wherever you’re coming from. Merry Christmas.”
Rosalyn watched him pick himself up and get behind his shopping cart. She couldn’t help but notice the absolute tatters his shoes were. She would be completely broke if she tried to help every homeless man that tugged on her heart strings. But it was Christmas, goddamn it.
“Have a good night, and please stay safe, sir. Feliz Navidad.”
“Yeah, you too, Officer. Try to stay dry. I think it’s going to rain tonight,” the scruffy fellow said as he pushed off with his cart.
Rosalyn’s heart fell deeper into her belly. She had just kicked this poor man off a beautiful lawn with a nice shady tree on it. The proud-standing tree was no doubt the feature that attracted the well-mannered vagrant.
His parting words tore her deeper. He was just sent off into the Burbank Christmas Eve night to fend for himself in some even less favorable space. And he just told her to stay dry, and to have a merry Christmas.
Sighing to herself, she slowly took off and headed back to the station.
XoX
Rosalyn was more than happy to be in her own civilian vehicle. She felt more at home in her red tee, leather jacket, and blue jeans. As she looked out the windshield, the sergeant saw the sky darkening quickly, angry clouds rolling in. Thunder rumbled far off in the distance. If the sky and pickup in wind speed were any sign, the storm the poor homeless man warned her about would be here soon.
The first few fat drops fell, and Rosalyn shook her head silently as she took her car out of park. She rolled out of the station lot with a heavy frown on her face.
Rosalyn didn’t even bother to turn the radio on as she drove home. All she heard was that gentle man telling her to stay dry tonight. To have a merry Christmas.
As she came nearer to her warm dwelling, she watched the rain come down in angry sheets. Bloated drops of rain manically crashed onto the street and violently ripped back up to seriously reduce visibility on the road.
It was getting harder for her to see, but she did see something on the side of the highway; a shopping cart with a blue vehicle tarp pulled over it. The cart collected puddles of warm rain. A person sat on the ground next to it, also covered in a tarp that had been fashioned into something of a cloak with a hood.
She couldn’t make out any features. Couldn’t tell if the person was a man or woman.
Rosalyn didn’t want to know. She didn’t want to see a face; she didn’t want to see eyes looking back at her. She kept her eyes on the road and tried to stop noticing the person. Out of sight, out of mind. She couldn’t help everyone.
There are an estimated 66,436 homeless people in LA County. What was one Rosalyn Abelan to do on the night before Christmas?
XoX
Rosalyn closed her detective novel and looked out of her rain-streaked window for the tenth time in a half hour. The storm wasn’t letting up, and neither was the guilt inside of her.
That man was out there somewhere, no doubt cold, drenched, and miserable. She wanted nothing more than to get the image of him out of her head. But it felt as if when she tried, she was only closing a blind. She could still see his silhouette on the other side.
The silhouette never spoke, didn’t even move. It just stood there. It stood there in a bathrobe with a cart.
Rosalyn had been a cop for seven years. She was a damn good officer and had seen things that would make anyone seek out a therapist. Hell, she’d even been shot once. She had a nasty scar on her inner left thigh to remind her every day.
So why was she being haunted by a single homeless man? It didn’t matter. She couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t not do anything. Rosalyn cursed what soft parts of her heart were left as she got up, car keys in hand.
She was going to find him, goddamn it. He wouldn’t be totally alone for Christmas. And neither would she.
XoX
Rosalyn drove around Burbank for what seemed like hours. It had been hours. Three, to be exact.
Lightning illuminated the dark sky in brilliant flashes. Thunder cracked overhead, a new addition to the worsening storm.
The streets were nearly empty now as water began to flood the roads. It was quickly becoming a hazard for the police officer, and she turned around to head back.
Rosalyn turned the first corner to go the way she came. As she passed a building with an awning ready to cave under the weight of the pooled rain, she noticed a man underneath it.
She stopped her car and motioned for the utterly soaked man to get in. Nobody deserved to be stuck in this.
The man pulled his robe saturated robe tighter around himself. “Sorry about your seat, ma’am.”
Rosalyn’s jaw dropped. It was her vagrant. The man she had been searching for.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad I found you…” She stopped mid-sentence, watching the man’s eyes watching her. The rain had matted his brown hair against his head, sleek but still oily.
“You’re coming with me,” Rosalyn said. Her voice didn’t leave room for arguments.
“You know… I don’t even know you’re name,” the man said softly.”
“I’m Rosalyn. Rosalyn Abelan.” She found it easy to speak now that she wasn’t worried about what condition he was in. “Can I ask your name?”
“Alex Patyk,” he said softly, his throat dry.
Ros took a quick peak in her backseat, finding a water bottle that was half-full. She reached back and snagged it when they came to a stop sign.
Rosalyn put her car in drive. She tried not to visibly wrinkle her nose at the smell of the seemingly gentle man next to her.
“When was the last time you were able to bathe, Alex?” She asked softly. Rosalyn winced when she saw the look on his face. When he didn’t have an answer. “I was afraid of that,” she said.
She couldn’t believe she was about to offer this to a complete stranger. “Can I take you to my place so you can shower or take a bath, Alex?”
Alex stared at her for a long breath, and she began to feel a little uneasy. But then he screwed his eyes tight and nodded. He nodded slowly at first, and then vehemently. His dirty and rain-slicked curls fell over his forehead. He successfully managed to bite back a sob.
“It’s okay, Alex. It’s okay,” Ros consoled him. She went as far as to take one of his hands in hers, the other still on the wheel. “And it’s nice to meet you, by the way, Alex.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Rosalyn,” Alex said with a watery smile.
“Hopefully that water can hold you till we’re at my place.”
“Your place?” He asked as he took a slow sip. “You’re not taking me to the station tonight?”
“If you want me to, I can. But…” she licked her lips. “It’s Christmas. And my place is more comfortable.”
Alex held her dark eyes with his for a moment. “Alright, Officer. If you feel safe letting a homeless stranger into your house, I won’t turn down… this gift.” He was struggling to find the words, any words.
XoX
“Here we are,” Rosalyn told Alex as they pulled into the parking space of a cute little apartment complex.
Alex stared at the tidy and well-kept building. He hadn’t been in a home, in an apartment since… well, for a long time. He tried not to dwell on that for too long.
Rosalyn undid her seatbelt and exited the car. She watched Alex take his sweat time, but she didn’t say anything. They walked to the front door together and she put in her code to unlock the building.
Alex saw a double row of doors with a staircase at the end of the hall, leading to another floor.
“We’re on the second floor,” Ros told him.
Alex slowly turned and looked at her, catching the “we” in her wording. He didn’t know if it was a slip or intentional, but he knew he shouldn’t dwell on it. Knew he shouldn’t look into what probably was a slip.
Rosalyn just gave him a close-lipped smile and ushered him forward. They came to the third door from the stairs, and Ros unlocked the door.
Alex followed her, and his eyes drank in the adorable little apartment with subtle feminine touches that graced the dwelling. She was clearly a woman, but not one consumed by stuffed animals or “Live, laugh, love” art. The little 4-foot Christmas tree in the living room, quietly nestled in the corner of a couch and an armchair really drew it together.
“It’s nice in here,” Alex said. He slowly tilted his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the reprieve offered by Ros’s temperature-controlled abode.
“I’m glad you like it, Alex,” Ros said quietly, but with no lack of warmth. “The bathroom is this way,” she said, leading him through the surprisingly spacious apartment. She led him out of the living room, past the kitchenette, and past her bedroom. “Take all the time you need, okay?”
Alex stood in front of Ros, his back to the yellow light coming from the bathroom. “Thank you, Rosalyn.” Alex began to choke up a little again, so he stopped himself from saying anything more.
“You’re welcome, Alex,” Ros replied. She gently laid a hand on his shoulder, her finger ghosting over tanned, dry skin through a moth hole in his shirt.
“I’ll be out in a bit,” he said. He bowed his head in another quiet thanks, and backed up, shutting the door.
Alex looked around the bathroom and saw a single towel, a single washcloth. He saw shampoos, and conditioners, a loofah, bodywash and a bar of Dove body soap.
While Alex appreciated the most kind, sincere offer, he felt quite like the alien in Rosalyn’s one-person, private bathroom.
Alex sighed and slowly peeled himself out of his clothes, making sure not to tear them more. He also felt extra dirty, stripping nude in the bathroom of a woman he had known for a collective day.
Despite these weird feelings, Alex couldn’t turn down a hot shower, no matter the awkward ick he got from it. He knew the sensation of the hot water, the promise of being clean, would overpower it.
Rosalyn stood by the door and waited till she heard the water start, just to make sure Alex was alright. It took him longer than she expected to start the water, but she could see why he was hesitant.
Alex was in the apartment of a cop he couldn’t really even say he knew. She wondered if she had gone too far in offering Alex the use of her shower, but she really did want to help him. To let him have a roof, something warm and welcoming for Christmas. And she felt all of that started with him feeling clean.
She also assumed he didn’t get many chances to take a safe, hot shower where he could use soaps, conditioners, and shampoos. And above all of it, it wouldn’t cost him a dime.
Her next immediate worry was the state of Alex’s clothing. His shirt looked like it was almost stuck to his skin, and it was riddled with moth holes. His shoes were barely existent. Would Alex’s pride let her help him out?
Ros decided it was better to ask forgiveness than permission. She went to her closet and pulled out some sweats her cousin Dom had left behind. He had stayed with her for a week when he was visiting from Texas. He wanted to see L.A. just to see it, and she had a pull-out couch.
Alex was taking his sweet time in there, and it made her happy. She wanted him to enjoy it. While he was basking in the hot water, she snuck in long enough to take his clothes. She would wash them later and see if they’d survive.
When he came out of the bathroom, he had a white towel wrapped around his slim hips. “Rosalyn… did you throw out my clothes?”
His hostess for the evening laughed. “I didn’t throw them out. I’m seeing if they’ll survive a wash. In the meantime, I have clothes for you from my cousin. You and he are about the same size. He has a couple pounds on you, though.”
“I would hope.” Alex laughed.
Ros was relieved to see his spirit was in good health. Better shape than Alex himself, most likely.
“If those clothes fit, you should keep them, and we’ll toss your old ones. They don’t seem to offer much protection, and I doubt they’ll ever actually be clean again.”
“Maybe they should be burned.” Alex couldn’t help but to agree as Ros handed him the bundle of fresh, clean, worn-only-once clothes.
“Now go try these on, and hopefully we can find somewhere to incinerate those plague rags.”
Alex’s jaw dropped. “You are savage, Officer!” He said with a full bellied laugh. The laugh was contagious, making the usually stern Rosalyn laugh with him.
Alex did as ordered, though, taking the clothes and heading to the bathroom again.
He closed the door and pressed his back against it. What was happening to him? Just an hour ago he was sitting on the side of the road under a business awning trying not to drown. Now he was in the bathroom of a gorgeous police officer who had just given him fresh, in-the-bag new clothes.
Dropping his towel to the floor, Alex pulled out a brand-new Nike t-shirt and slipped it on effortlessly.
The never-worn cotton sinfully kissed his skin, causing him to sigh deeply. It was a little short on him, but he didn’t care because he got to feel the new material more intimately.
Next, he opened a bag of boxer-briefs. Alex took his time feeling the hole-less material between his rough fingers. Ever so carefully, he raised each foot and slid them through the foot holes and pulled them up his lithe legs.
Jeans rely on better fit than sweats do, so he wasn’t upset when sweats were what Rosalyn brought him. And from what he could discern, she wasn’t kicking him out while the deluge continued. He was happy to be content and cozy in the kind Latina’s house this Christmas Eve.
The grey sweats felt thick and impossibly soft in his weathered hands. Up his legs they went, and he gasped as they properly hugged him. He hadn’t felt so wonderfully swaddled, well, ever.
Alex opened the door and slowly stepped out, feeling like he was entirely in someone else’s body. He stepped into the living room where Rosalyn was reading a book in her chair next to the little Christmas tree.
“Thank you so much, Ros. I can’t, I don’t have the…” Alex verbally flailed, unable to speak as he awkwardly rubbed his hands over the silky threads.
Rosalyn smiled softly and held up a hand to stop him. She worried if she didn’t, he’d just keep fumbling. “Like I said, my cousin left them behind. I don’t wear them,” she teased.
Alex closed the door and pressed his back against it. What was happening to him? Just an hour ago he was sitting on the side of a road trying not to drown during a storm. Now he was in the bathroom of a gorgeous cop who had just given him brand new clothes.
Dropping his towel to the floor, he pulled out a brand new Nike t-shirt and slipped it on effortlessly.
The brand-new cotton sinfully kissed his skin, causing him to sigh deeply. It was a little short on him, but he didn’t even care, because he got to feel the new material that much more intimately. He was definitely keeping it.
Next, he opened up a bag of boxer-briefs, and he took his time feeling the hole-less material between his fingers.
Ever so carefully, Alex raised each foot and slid them through the foot holes and pulled them up his lithe legs.
Jeans are harder to guess sizes for, so Alex wasn’t surprised when he saw grey sweatpants. They felt thick, and impossibly soft in his rough hands.
Up his legs the sweats went, and he gasped as they properly hugged him.
Alex opened the door and slowly stepped out, feeling like he was entirely in someone else’s body. He stepped into the living room where Rosalyn was reading a book.
“Thank you so much, Ros. I can’t, I don’t have the….” Alex verbally flailed, unable to speak as he awkwardly rubbed his hands over the new threads.
Ros smiled softly and held up a hand to stop him. She worried if she didn’t, he’d just keep fumbling. “Like I said, they were left behind by my cousin. I don’t where them.”
“All the same,” Alex said softly. Then he shook his head. “I feel great. I just wish I could A shave would be nice.” He played with his scruffy beard, which he had also gratefully shampooed and conditioned.
“I don’t know,” Ros said, tilting her head to the side. She drank him in with sharp, dark eyes. “It suits you. Though a little trim and a shave on your neck wouldn’t hurt.” She shrugged, hoping she didn’t blow what was left of his self-image to pieces.
She decided to risk oversharing if it meant saving him from feeling even more down. “I’m just saying, I’ll take the Brawny Man over Christian Gray any day,” Ros told Alex with a smirk.
Alex tossed his head back and laughed, letting Ros know she made a safe bet. “You think I look like the Brawny Man?”
Ros smiled and giggled. She loved how much internal light this down-on-his-luck man had. “If your hair was a bit short and not so curly, I could totally see it. I just like beards.” Ros put her book down, giving Alex her attention fully. “They make me think of tough guys that can build houses and cut down trees for me.”
Alex laughed even harder, making himself fall onto the soft couch behind him. “To cut down trees for you?”
“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Or, y’know, to fix my plumbing or car.”
Alex shook his head. “So, you may not believe this, but I was a mechanic at my uncle’s garage for a few years. I mean, I wasn’t a master mechanic and stuff, but….”
It was Rosalyn’s turn to laugh, her eyes tearing up. “Nuh-uh! No, you weren’t.”
“I 100% was. Look at these hands!” Alex said, putting them in her lap.
Rosalyn took Alex’s offered hands and held them. She saw and felt cracked, dry hands. The hands of someone who had never bought a tube of lotion in their life. The hands of someone who had only known the elements and arduous work.
The officer lifted his damaged hands and kissed the back of his knuckles, making the rough man’s eyes widen. “I like rough hands. You know how to take care of yourself and others. These are workers’ hands, so if I can ask… why are you sleeping rough?”
Alex let out a long sigh. “I have a criminal record. I did some shoplifting when I was younger. My uncle gave me a job, but when he divorced my aunt, the garage got rocky and he lost it. I lost my job suddenly, and I’ve been back-footed ever since. Haven’t been able to hold a respectable job and I’ve had shit luck in finding jobs that’ll take a guy that used to have sticky fingers.”
Rosalyn blinked but didn’t move. She didn’t let go of his hands, either. She saw the worry in Alex’s eyes. He clearly feared she’d kick him out with that info in the open.
“Thank you for being honest,” Ros said quietly. She wasn’t just holding his hands but rubbing them with her thumbs. “That took a lot of guts, saying that truth to a cop.” Her piercing but solidifying gaze told Alex he was safe, that she respected him for having come clean to her.
Alex licked his dry lips and shook his head. “I wasn’t looking at you as a cop when I told you that about me, Ros. I was looking at you as a kind soul. As a woman that cares about people, that opened her home for a stranger. You’re a good Samaritan. You’re a woman who let him someone who had no place else to go on Christmas Eve.”
He let out a little chuckle. “If that’s not the spirit of Christmas, Ros, I don’t know what is.”
A long moment of silence passed between the two. It was just nearing uncomfortable silence when Ros said, “Alex, I want you to spend the night.” She cleared her throat and continued. “The weather isn’t getting any better. And it’s Christmas Eve. Crash here. Stay for Christmas.”
Alex’s eyes shone with a glassy quality as he took in the officer’s offer. He swallowed roughly three times before he breathed out a soft, “Okay. If you feel safe with me here, I’ll stay.”
“Great. Because I have mulled wine simmering on the stove, and I don’t want to drive you anywhere,” Ros teased. “I’ll be back with a cup for each of us. I’ll also put a pizza in the oven. It’s not a Christmas feast, but I was working today, and I couldn’t make myself eat earlier,” she explained.
Alex scrunched his thick dark brows together. “Why couldn’t you eat after work?” He asked cluelessly.
“Because I couldn’t stop worrying about you,” Rosalyn said as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Alex swallowed again, his eyes glued to where the woman had just been standing. She had been so worried about him that she couldn’t eat until she knew he was safe? How had he had such an effect on her?
When Ros came back with two ceramic mugs, Alex was still staring at the same spot. “Have you ever had mulled wine before?” She asked. She hadn’t made much of the fact that his eyes hadn’t moved.
“No, I haven’t actually,” Alex said as he took the mug. He wrapped his hands around it and savored the warmth. The aroma that wafted up and greeted him was unlike any he had experienced in a long time.
Ros settled onto the couch beside him instead of in her recliner. She turned on the TV, putting on a simple Yule log with a calm Christmas piano.
“Do you like Christmas, Alex?” The stunning officer asked. She absentmindedly played with her long, glossy black hair. “It’s always been my favorite holiday.” A soft sigh escaped her lips before she replaced it with her mug. “This is my first Christmas away from my family in Texas.”
Alex took a calculated risk and draped his arm over Rosalyn’s shoulders. He was pleasantly surprised when she leaned into him instead of pulling away. “I bet that’s hard. Christmas was never a big family holiday for me. At least not in recent memory. It had been me and my uncle for years. Don’t ask about what happened to my parents because I may never know.”
“What do you mean?” Ros asked, pulling his lanky arm tighter around herself.
“I was told to go to the office one day after school. The police and my uncle were there. My parents had been away on business, so I stayed with my uncle. My parents had been missing. They were reported missing by my dad’s associates. The Lord only knows where they went, if they’re still alive. Christmas has never been a bright day for me since.”
“Oh my God, Alex. I’m so sorry,” Rosalyn murmured, taking his hand and bringing it close to her cheek. She turned slightly and kissed his weathered knuckles again.
His heart fluttered at the brief contact. He began to feel warm, and not just from the spiced wine. “If I can be so bold, so corny,” he ventured, “This is the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Alex.” It didn’t escape either of them that their faces were inextricably drawing closer together. “This is a pretty good Christmas, isn’t it?” Her wine-scented breath was fanning across Alex’s bearded face.
“It really is,” he concurred. Before he could say another word, her lips were on his. They were soft, warm, damp, and reddened like her cheeks.
Alex kissed her carefully, reverently. He gave her every chance and ability to pull back, to tell him to leave or to shove him away. But she didn’t.
While Alex had it in his mind to be the perfect and safe gentleman, Rosalyn was kissing him with all the Latina flare that was in her body. Her tongue flicked out against his lips, tasting the wine and him. The orange peel, the cinnamon, mixed and clashed with the last lingering mint from the toothpaste she had left out for him to use with a new toothbrush when he showered.
Suddenly, Alex broke the kiss. His green eyes focused on Rosalyn’s plump, freshly kiss-swollen lips.
“Alex? What’s the matter?” Ros asked, studying his face for any tells. “Are you okay?”
Alex cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “I’m fine,” he said weakly, his voice cracking like a high-schooler.
It took every bit of poker experience Rosalyn had not to break into giggles. Alex had gotten hard just from kissing her.
“Maybe we should just watch a movie? Get cozy?” Rosalyn suggested. It took her no time at all to put Jack Frost on.
“Oh, perfect,” Alex said as he tried to snuggle into the couch… and subtly hide his boner at the same time. It wasn’t as successful as he hoped. And Rosalyn watched the whole show, trying not to lick her lips.
Alex was at least 6’2, 6’4 if Rosalyn was a betting woman. And his cock reflected that.
As Alex tried to relax into the movie, Rosalyn smiled. She laid her head on his lap like it was no big deal. Like there wasn’t anything for her to see.
The truth was that there was something big and coiled, outlined in gray for her to see. She rested her hand on his leg next to the thick snake as she pretended to watch her favorite Christmas movie.
Meanwhile, Alex was trying extremely hard to think only about the movie and not the fuck-hot police sergeant on his lap. He was more than aware of how close her face was to the fledgling erection that was slowly gaining momentum.
Alex’s entire game plan was pitched out the window for him when Rosalyn threw all caution to the wind. She inched her fingers over and touched his steadily growing length.
“R-Ros?” Alex asked in a sharp gasp. “Um…”
Rosalyn stopped all movements and tilted her head to look at him. Her head stayed on his warm thigh. “Alex, if I’m making you uncomfortable, please tell me. I don’t want you to think you have to do anything.”
Alex shook his head rapidly. “No, I don’t feel coerced or pressured. I’m just… I’m shocked that you’re err, doing this.”
“Me too, honestly,” Ros said. She went back to running her fingertips over his cock. “I like touching a man. Playing with it and taking my time. But I’m never this forward about it. I’ve never just… reached for it. But if you tell me to stop, I will right now.”
“Don’t stop,” Alex whispered. He felt like if he spoke too fast, too loud, she would stop, and he’d wake up back outside again. He didn’t want to wake up in the rain, or on a slanted park bench designed to make it hard for him. Alex wanted to wake up with her. He wanted to wake up with Rosalyn.
Alex leaned back, a hand still holding his mug and his other hand sifting through Rosalyn’s inky black hair. “This is the best Christmas ever,” he breathed as he felt Rosalyn’s lips kiss the outline of his shaft.
“Yeah?” Rosalyn asked, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. “Was getting a blowie from a cop on your Christmas list?”
Alex began to chuckle, but the sound turned into a hissed breath when Rosalyn reached into his sweatpants. She palmed his cock greedily like it was on the top of her wish list.
“I want to suck this for you, Alex. Can I?” Rosalyn looked up at him with hungry eyes. They weren’t hooded. No. They were excited. Focused. She wanted him in her throat.
Alex pulled his sweats down to his knees, and before he could do much else, Rosalyn pulled his hard cock out of the hole in his boxer-briefs.
“Now you just watch my favorite Christmas movie while I relax, too.” Rosalyn was back in his lap, playing with his cock. She ran her fingers up and down it, licked wherever she wanted, and occasionally took him in her mouth.
Alex was shocked by Ros genuine, harmless love of just playing with his cock. She kept him hard and slick for the whole movie, never near cumming . Rosalyn could teach a class on keeping him hard but not bursting.
“I love that movie,” she said with a whimsical smile. “How did you like it?”
Alex smiled and stretched, my hands over my head. “I think it’s my favorite now too, though I have a fantastic memory that goes with it. So, I might be biased.”
A pleased grin spread over Rosalyn’s face. She wiped her lip with a thumb. “I already asked you to stay the night, right?”
“Yes, you did,” Alex confirmed.
Rosalyn got off the couch and held out a hand. “I totally forgot about our pizza,” she pouted. “And here I was, just about to ask you to bed.”
Alex’s eyes popped open. “You don’t want me to just crash on the couch?”
“No, loco,” Rosalyn said, shaking her head, hands on her hips. “I want you sleeping in a proper bed. My bed. With me. And if you want… I wouldn’t mind a proper fuck in my bed.”
His eyes stayed wide open. This woman knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to lay it on the table. He did appreciate that she gave him outs, didn’t push him into things.
But she was clear about having wants, about liking pleasure, and he liked that, too. He didn’t get chances like this often. So, he did want it. She was sweet, kind, and a total babe.
“Pizza and then an evening with you? That sounds like a Christmas miracle to me,” Alex said. He leaned down and kissed the Latina cop. She was an average 5’5, but she felt dwarfed by Alex’s height. And she liked it.
Rosalyn took his hand and led him into the kitchen with her. He tried to tug his sweats back up as they went.
“Not so fast, vaquero,” she scolded Alex with a playful slap to his hand. “Keep that cock out and keep it hard for me. It’ll only take me a second to get this in the oven.”
Alex lightly stroked himself as he watched Rosalyn preheat the oven and pull out a frozen. His eyes shamelessly wandered over her body, her hair, her lips. He still wasn’t sure what he had done to get on Santa’s Nice List. Let alone Rosalyn’s.
“Good,” the caramel-skinned beauty purred. “Just like that. Hard, but not going to burst before I want it to.” She walked by him and gave Alex a single teasing tug.
“You really do like playing with dick?” It was more of a statement than a question.
“It’s my favorite,” she said. Rosalyn had no problem reinforcing her words from earlier. “And you, Alex, have a fantastic cock. I usually don’t care for pubes, but it’s part of your… condition. And somehow, it suits you like your beard. You’re just… such a man.” The last three words came out with a shiver.
Alex’s heart fluttered in his chest like a trapped hummingbird. This angelic woman genuinely liked everything about him. Even the parts he was most insecure held some kind of attractive value to her. It wanted Alex want her more.
The oven made a little trill beeping sound, telling the pair it was preheated.
As Rosalyn bent to put the pizza in, Alex waited until the door was closed to run a hand over her bubble butt. She didn’t complain, and she didn’t stand up until his hand was gone.
“Do you like my body, Alex?” Rosalyn asked, biting her plump, peach-colored bottom lip. As if he could say no.
“O-of course I do. Have I done anything to make you think you aren’t beautiful? I know you’ve been handier with me, but…”
Rosalyn rolled her eyes and pulled him down into a kiss. It shut him up but blew his eyes wide open. “You’re a gentleman. But I want you to know, Alex, that I like you looking. And I’d like you to touch me. I won’t push you away, break your/ arm or arrest you. I want you to relax and enjoy whatever this is. Let me be your Christmas present, Alex. Don’t you want to unwrap your present?”
“I would love to unwrap you, err, my present,” Alex said anxiously. He tried to ignore how sweaty his palms were. His cock was hard enough to shatter if it was hit with a hammer.
“Are you glad I changed into PJs while you showered?” She asked him, shaking her hips when she put her arms around his neck.
“Easier bows to unwrap,” he said. He kissed her this time and savored it. She kissed him back as they danced without music in Rosalyn’s little kitchenette. “We have a timer set for the pizza. I want to unwrap my gift by the tree,” Alex said playfully.
“Yeah?” She squealed when he nipped at her candy cane earring. Rosalyn jumped into Alex’s arms without pause when he hefted her up. She was surprised to see him carry out the feat, but he did.
With some effort, he brought his lover for the night to the living room and deposited her in front of the couch.
They began to kiss again, tongues becoming bolder as Alex pulled up on the bottom of Rosalyn’s red tank top with a little bear print.
She gazed up at him with a smile, lifting her arms for him to whisk the top away easily.
The top hit the floor and Alex’s eyes were glued to her chest. “Rosalyn,” he breathed. “You are so beautiful,” Alex said in hushed adoration.
“You haven’t seen all of me yet,” Rosalyn teased. Her smile was as bright as the lights on her tree when she took his hands and brought them to her breasts.
The spitfire sighed when she felt the callouses and cracked skin on her soft and luxurious tits. “Oh. Fuck,” she moaned.
“Are you okay? Did I squeeze too tight?” Alex asked, his eyes alight with worry.
“No.” Rosalyn shook her head. “Your hands. They’re strong. Rough. I like it a lot. They’re not soft and lotioned like mine. The texture difference is sending me.” She giggled.
Alex watched the tender flesh under his hands dimple and squish as he played with her. “Of course I’ve touched a woman before.” He chuckled weakly. “But it was a while ago. And she was nothing like you. She wasn’t perfect.”
Rosalyn sighed, and it wasn’t just how he was so reverently touching her. “Alex,” she said in a shallow exhale. The sincerity in his voice when he called her perfect was enough to send a rush of wetness to her panties.
She didn’t want him to stop mapping out her body. Rosalyn loved the feeling, the firm but exploratory touches. He was committing her body to memory. Touching her like a blind man that couldn’t see her.
And she wasn’t about to ask him to stop. “I’m sorry, but I need to keep unwrapping this present before I melt and run all over my floor.”
“What do you mean?” Alex asked, his brows scrunched together in adorable naivety. He looked down and watched Rosalyn hook her fingers into her red shorts and push them down, sending her underwear with them. Even from where he was, he could see part of a wet patch. “Shit.”
“It’s your fault, Alex.” She giggled at him and stepped out of her bottoms, leaving her completely naked for him.
Her skin looked delicious and made him think of brown sugar. He wanted to taste that magic batch between her legs.
“Ros, can I interest you in leaning back on the couch?”
Rosalyn smiled evilly at him. “Why?” She asked knowingly. He was such a sweetheart. But she wanted him to talk dirty to her. She wanted to hear sinful words leave his kind-hearted mouth.
“Because if you’re okay with it, I’d really like to eat your pussy before we eat a meal together.”
“Me gusta,” Rosalyn said, her smile not changing as she laid back on the couch, lifting a leg to put it over the back. She was spread wide open for him, not hiding anything.
“Damn, you’re bold,” he chuckled.
“Too much?” She asked, a flash of worry crossing her face. Was she too much? Too assertive? Did he not like a woman that knew what she wanted?” Maybe she had been wrong about trying to be the assertive one. But she wanted this to happen, damn it.
“No. I like it. A lot,” he said as he dropped a throw pillow on the floor. Alex kneeled down in front of her and rubbed those sinfully strong hands of his on the inside of her thighs. He licked his lips as he stared right at her brown treasure, and it made Rosalyn moan.
“Fuck, Alex. I can tell just by how you look at me that this is going to be special.”
Alex looked up at her with a smile and then spit right on her glimmering opening. “I feel like you appreciate a nice man, but I also think you don’t want me to be that nice right now.”
“Santa sent me a mind reader.” Rosalyn swept her red-painted toes across the thin, wiry hairs on Alex’s chest as he spit on her opening again. This time, he dove in. “Shit!” Rosalyn almost shot off the couch when he boldly lapped up the entire length of her protruding folds.
Alex moaned into her pussy as he circled his tongue in broad, wet arcs. He wanted to taste every bit of her. To make sure no part of her delicious cunt was left behind. “God, you taste good.” He groaned and spit on her again, only to suck her labia into his mouth.
Rosalyn gasped and gripped the couch for dear life as this man absolutely devoured the meat between her legs. “Shit! Shit!” She cried, her head falling back as she started to grind into Alex’s face.
“Hell yeah. Just like that. Ride my face while I eat you like Christmas dinner,” Alex encouraged. He used both hands to frame her cunt for him, his thumbs spreading her wet lips so he could lick that tight entrance of hers.
Rosalyn sucked in sharp gasps for air, trying to remember how to breathe as this man she had just met licked her and tongued her like no one had before.
Alex was ravenous, shameless in the way he plugged her up with his pink muscle. He had her seeing stars, saying shit in Spanish he couldn’t understand. He knew a little, but he wasn’t fluent and she was speaking fast.
Rosalyn was outright humping Alex’s face, her hands in his curly dark hair. Juices were on his mustache and beard. Her eyes rolled back when she felt his tongue slither and push inside of her, circling the shallows of her vagina.
“Fuck me, Papi, fuck!” Rosalyn was writhing on the couch, her back coming off it as she lurched forward. Both hands were on his head, holding Alex in place as she came into his mouth. “Fuuuuck!”
Alex just growled and lapped, drank up what she could as she watered his beard. Rosalyn was damn-near waterboarding the man, and he loved it. He wanted her to. It was his mission.
Finally, she fell back to the couch, a panting and chest-heaving mess.
Alex pulled away but didn’t wipe his face at all. If he was planning to, he didn’t get the chance.
Rosalyn rolled herself off the couch and fell right on Alex, pinning him to the floor. He grunted and then laughed. He was laughing until Rosalyn straddled hips and started to lick herself off his face.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He chuckled. Alex rubbed his thumbs in circles on her hips.
Rosalyn looked down at the man, stunned. He wasn’t even that smug. Like he was shocked he could make her feel that good. Alex had given her the best oral-induced orgasm of her life, and he was still humble about it.
She leaned back and reached behind him, easily finding his still-hard cock. “How the hell?” Rosalyn whispered. “You didn’t touch yourself the whole time, but this is still fucking granite?”
Alex shrugged from the floor while she stroked him. “It was really hot for me, eating you out like that. The few times I’ve gone down on a girl, held back because I didn’t know if she’d like it like that.”
Rosalyn’s jaw fell open, and her hand momentarily dropped. She used her free hand to roughly grab his chin. “Don’t you ever hold back on me, Alex Patyk. This mouth of yours is amazing. You’re amazing. And I want all of you. Nothing held back.”
Alex nodded, his hands holding her firmer as he partially lifted her up.
Rosalyn got the message and shifted to her knees. She bent forward and angled his cock to her dripping pussy. “Remember, vaquero, no holding back.” Her breath danced across his lips as she smeared her arousal around him for a gliding entrance.
She leaned back, letting Alex slide in without having to move. Of course, the big softie let her set the pace. For taking him in, at least.
“Shit, Ros. You’re so tight,” Alex breathed, his hands still on her but not moving her.
“Mhmm,” she said, her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’re stretching me, but it’s taking a bit. I knew it would.” Rosalyn sounded completely out of breath, like his cock inside of her knocked the wind out.
“Feliz Navidad!” Rosalyn moaned as she was straddled all the way back again. All of Alex was inside her now, nestled deep between her folds. She began to ride him, moving her hips back in forth.
Rosalyn sucked in a little breath every time her clit scraped against Alex’s dark patch of pubes.
Alex swallowed hard as he helped the strong woman above him move. Don’t hold back, he heard her say in his mind again.
Keeping one hand on her hip, he reached up with the other. Thick fingers wrapped around her throat and squeezed.
“Fuck. Yes.” Rosalyn kept a hand on Alex’s chest to steady herself while the other kept Alex’s hand in place on her throat. She was in for another surprise when Alex flattened his feet on the floor, locked his knees, and began to fuck. Even from on his back on the floor, he drove up into her, making her bounce on top of him.
“Yes! God yes! Fuck me, Papi!” She moaned and squeezed tighter on his wrist.
Alex tightened his fingers and fucked up into the darker-skinned cop. The sound of his thighs hitting her round ass snuffed out any other sounds in the apartment. Neither of them registered that her TV had auto played another Christmas movie.
“Alex,” Rosalyn struggled to say. Alex loosened his fingers, and she looked down at him. “I want you to cum inside me. If you’re clean.”
Alex nodded. “I am clean. I’ve been straight and narrow since I’ve been living rough. We probably should have talked about that a while ago. Haven’t been thinking clearly since you first touched my cock.” Alex looked away, ashamed and apologetic for not being smarter.
“You’re clean. It’s fine. I’m pilled up, so please, bombs away inside me.” Rosalyn tried to giggle, but a hard thrust from Alex turned it into a gasp mixed with a hiccup.
If Rosalyn thought she was going to be in charge this whole time, she was solely mistaken.
Alex had lifted her up into his lap and then rolled her onto her back. He draped his much larger body over hers, his lanky arms under her back.
Oh, his arms under me will save my back from rug burn! She thought to herself. Yes, and…
Alex thrust into her hard; the balls of his feet braced against the rug on the floor.
“Fuck!” Rosalyn cursed. It was the first of many powerful thrusts. She was caged in his arms, held against his body as he fucked her hard and fast, grunting like a beast as he gave her all he had.
The clock was ticking in the kitchen, and his balls were filling. Alex had never had permission to fuck like this. He had never asked for it. But for an independent, sexy woman like Rosalyn telling him to give her all his passion, heat, and intensity? It unleashed the feral beast in him.
Alex wasn’t interested in stopping until her insides were white with him, or she was begging for mercy.
Rosalyn’s heels dug into the flesh of Alex’s ass. Her nails were scraping and leaving marks against his back, even through the shirt. When the fuck had he even taken it off? He couldn’t remember. All that mattered was being inside her. The screams she was letting out.
No doubt, the apartment building knew what was happening. Well, she was either getting fucked or murdered. But she was a cop, and the building was small enough that the tenants knew it. Nobody would interfere.
Rosalyn and Alex were both past words. Grunts and moans, sighs and squeals were all that was left of either language. They were a sweaty and slick mass of flesh and fluids. Even if there had been a knock on the door, a shout to quiet down, they wouldn’t untangle the ball of need they’d become.
Teeth bit into Alex’s neck as Rosalyn came around him. Her pussy squeezed him tight. Fluttering muscles pulled and drew on his length until he saw galaxies and black holes behind his eyelids.
There was no air in his lungs, no thoughts in his head as Alex came inside Rosalyn. There were shallow, exhausted grunts and breathy attempts to say her name.
Her arms fell limp beside her as she bore Alex’s weight on top of her. She wondered what Alex could fuck like, would feel like on top of her, if he had been properly fed and cared for. What would a full powered Alex do to her if this hard living Alex managed this?
Alex tried to get up, but Rosalyn managed to make her arms work, wrapping around him to keep him close. “Please stay,” she begged softly. “Don’t get up yet. Leave it in me a while longer.”
“Okay,” Alex gave in easily, kissing her sweaty forehead. “That was… fuck. That was the best.”
Rosalyn giggled and kissed the teeth marks she’d left imprinted on his neck. “Stay the night like you agreed to. And please… you’ll stay for Christmas Day, right?”
Alex pushed out of her embrace and braced himself on shaky arms. “I’ll stay for Christmas Day. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” He lowered himself and kissed her again. “Thank you for giving me a home for Christmas.”