Chapter 15
A Not So Silent Night
I yank my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor before stepping out of my pants and boxers.
It’s a miracle I didn’t come in my pants again. It’s been ages since I’ve been with a woman, and the memory of my fingers inside Noelle only hours ago, paired with the sight of her sprawled out and naked with a vibrator humming inside her, nearly shattered my control all over again.
I should be more concerned with how much younger she is than me and the implications of wanting her so damn much.
Hell, even my friends couldn’t stop teasing me about our age difference.
The contrast is amplified by her optimism and warmth against my jaded, hardened self—but I’m still helplessly drawn to her brightness, like a moth to a flame.
All I can think about is how she makes me feel alive, awakening impulses I’d long since buried—reminding me of what I’ve denied myself for so long.
That ends tonight.
Whether she’s only here with me for one night or a few days, I plan to treasure every second because having her in any measure is better than not having her at all.
I crawl onto the bed, the mattress creaking beneath me as I settle over Noelle.
“Finally,” she murmurs.
Her eagerness fuels me as I bend down, trailing a finger over her nipple in gentle strokes. The rosy bud hardens at the tip, its base dotted with small, sensitive bumps. She whimpers when I roll it between my fingers, my free hand anchoring her smooth, perfect skin at the hip.
“Shep.” My name falls from her lips like a prayer.
“Yes, ma’am.” I plant a soft kiss on her jaw. “I’m going to give you everything you’ve been begging for.”
I wrap my mouth around her nipple, gliding my tongue across the swollen tip. Her hips buck, seeking more friction. She inhales sharply as I alternate between flicking her nipple with my tongue and tugging it taut with my teeth.
She’s a fucking goddess, my every wet dream come to life and all mine to please—and I’ll be damned if this isn’t a night neither of us will forget.
“Why did you stop?” Noelle whines in protest when I release her nipple.
“Patience, woman.” I give her breast a light squeeze. “Don’t forget who’s in charge.”
She squirms beneath me, drawing her lower lip between her teeth.
I drag my thumb across her bottom lip. “Say it, Noelle. Who’s in control?”
She nips at my skin, enough to sting, a wicked glint sparking in her eyes. “You are, Daddy.”
My breath catches as all the blood rushes to my cock. Damn, she’s deliberately tormenting me, knowing exactly which buttons to push to make me lose control. I’m a sick man for getting off on her games, but she’s impossible to resist.
I pepper kisses down her stomach, running my tongue along her navel. My hands wander along her curves, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. My touch is light and teasing as she writhes beneath me, weaving her fingers through my hair. It’s a silent plea to move farther south.
My cock throbs, a reminder that I’m not immune to the burning agony I’m inflicting. I continue running my tongue along her skin, her moans growing louder by the second.
I lift my head to find her molten gaze staring back.
“Remind me, one more time darlin’.”
“You’re in control,” Noelle mewls, her voice strained.
I can sense it’s on the tip of her tongue to beg for more, but she thinks better of it.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” I croon. “Reckon you deserve a reward.”
She hisses as my stubble rubs against her, and she arches into me, her legs quaking when I reach the apex of her thighs. I inhale the sweet scent of her musk, and it burns through me like fire. Fuck, my control is slipping through my fingers, the overriding need to taste her taking over.
I run my tongue along the seam of her pussy.
Her body moves on instinct, lifting her legs over my shoulders to draw me deeper between her thighs, overtaken by the taut wire of desire stretching between us.
I eagerly explore her, alternating between licking and sucking.
I dig my thumbs into her waist as she draws her ankles together, her hips rolling as she grinds against my face.
“You ride my stache so good,” I groan into her pussy.
My dick twitches when she cries out as I move my mouth to her clit, skating my teeth across it. Each whimper fuels me, and I flick my tongue over her nub in rapid strokes.
I push two fingers inside her, the warmth enveloping me. Small tremors rack her body as I move faster, driving her toward climax. Her nails dig into my shoulders, but the sharp sting only heightens my focus. I’m overcome with the need to feel her fall apart.
I lift my eyes to meet hers, fierce and untamed. “Come for me.”
I softly bite down on her clit, my fingers still pumping inside her. She cries out as she chases euphoria, and I greedily lap up her essence, groaning as her sweetness floods my senses.
Noelle’s eyes are hooded, still glazed with pleasure, as she runs her fingers through her hair.
“You’ve got a little something there.” She giggles, motioning to my top lip.
I catch her hand before she can wipe it off, moving up so I’m hovering over her, and dip my head for a kiss. Her tongue flicks along my top lip, grazing my mustache. Our mouths move together in a slow, sensual rhythm.
When Noelle meets my gaze, the sheen on her lips makes my cock pulse, and I let out a ragged breath as she licks them.
“That’s my girl,” I rasp.
She trails a red nail along my chest. “I want you inside me, right now. Please don’t make me wait, Shep.”
How could I? She’s sprawled out like a temptress, every curve and smooth inch of her body an open invitation as she tracks my movements.
Fuck, I might have come once tonight, but my cock’s already ramrod straight again, all the teasing and foreplay leaving me straining with impatience to finally be inside her warm, wet pussy.
Just the thought sends another jolt straight to my dick, a low rumble escaping my chest.
I’m drawn from my haze long enough to realize that I’ve been so caught up in my head that I let a critical detail slip my mind. One that could derail our entire night.
“Slight problem,” I mutter, pushing a hand through my hair. “I don’t think I have any condoms, and if I do, they’re ancient.”
Fuck, why didn’t I plan ahead? In my defense, we’ve been snowed in for days, and until a few hours ago, I was battling the overwhelming urge to fuck Noelle.
“It’s okay, you have been a little distracted.” Noelle grins sweetly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. The Twisted Temptations PR box came with condoms. I only packed them because they came with the lube.”
Relief floods through me as I kiss her temple. “I like a woman who comes prepared.”
I push off the mattress, striding to Noelle’s suitcase. Sure enough, beneath the pile of toys, I spot a box of condoms. I grab a ribbed Santa-themed one labeled “All I Want for Christmas is Sex.”
I hold it up for Noelle to see. “Looks like we got ourselves a Christmas miracle.”
She tosses her head back and laughs as I tear the thing open with my teeth. I quickly roll the condom on, climb onto the bed, and position myself back over Noelle.
“You ready, baby girl?”
She rolls her eyes. “Been ready forever.”
“Give me that mouth.” I slide my hand in her hair, tipping her head back to claim her lips.
Her body arches into me as our kiss deepens.
My dick brushes against her stomach as I take hold of my cock, sliding it along her slit to coat myself in her arousal.
She’s fucking soaked again. I move my dick lower, and it makes me feral knowing that I could be the first one to claim her ass.
When I nudge at her tight entrance, she moans, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Before you leave, I plan on claiming every one of your holes, baby.”
Color blooms across Noelle’s cheeks. “No one has ever…I’ve never tried that,” she admits in a whisper. “I want to but I’m scared it’ll hurt.”
I slide my cock over her clit, rubbing back and forth. “I’d make it feel good for you, darlin’, I promise.”
“I know you would.”
Unable to wait a second longer to be inside her, I line up with her entrance, pushing in to the hilt in one stroke.
“Oh god,” she cries out.
Her slick walls grip me, my balls tightening as her inner muscles flex around me. I breathe through my nose, fighting every instinct to pound into her.
I push her hair from her face, pressing my mouth to the hollow of her throat. “You’re taking me so damn well,” I praise, holding still to give her time to adjust.
“You’re so big,” she moans, rolling her hips to meet mine. “Please move.”
That’s all I have to hear before rocking into her in steady strokes.
Her silky flesh stretches around me, every gasp falling from her mouth tearing at my control.
The pressure winds tight inside me until it finally snaps, urgency taking the reins as I quicken my pace.
I’m driven by the obsession to make her addicted to the way I fill her up, unable to think of anything but being stuffed full of my cock.
“Shep. You feel so good,” she cries out.
“You’re perfect for me,” I growl.
She digs her nails into my shoulder blades, gasping for air as I slam into her—harder, faster—with each thrust pulling us closer together, until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin.
I was a damn fool for fighting so hard to resist her.
There’s no denying that I’m powerless against this woman, and I’m basking in the satisfaction of claiming what’s mine.
She lets out a low, desperate whimper, her back arching violently, telling me I’ve hit her most sensitive spot.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh resonates in the air, and I drop my head to her shoulder, my brow damp from the exertion.
Each stroke is more desperate than the last until we’re nothing but sweat, need, and tangled limbs.
“Scream my name when you come,” I grunt out.
I reach down and roll her clit with my thumb and forefinger, and soon, we’re both barreling toward release. She shatters with a force so fierce that another cry tears free and my name falls from her lips. My own pleasure hits me, and I tense above her, my throat raw and vision blurry.
Fuck, nothing has ever felt so right.
I nuzzle my nose into her neck as I ease out, not wanting to hurt her.
“I needed this. Needed you,” I say reverently.
She releases a contented sigh in response, smiling dreamily.
I push off the bed and remove the condom, tossing it in the trash bin. I move to Noelle’s side, and draw her close as I pull the covers over us.
She hikes her leg over mine stroking my hair as she speaks. “Thank you for the Christmas tree. I meant to tell you sooner, but I was a little preoccupied.” She giggles. “It was another wonderful surprise.”
I lean in and kiss her temple. “Anything for you, Sunshine.”
I can finally admit that my feelings for Noelle are growing faster than I can control, and there’s no containing them.
Watching her enthusiasm for holiday lights and decorations has me wanting to make the last two days before Christmas unforgettable.
I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to hear those adorable giggles and be the recipient of her megawatt smile.
And who knows—maybe I’ll rediscover my own holiday magic.
“Rest up while you still can, sweetheart.” I trail a finger over her bare shoulder, giving her a rueful glance. “Because I intend to keep you up all night.”
Noelle tips her chin, a grin spreading across her face. “Looking forward to it, cowboy.”