Chapter 16 #2
Maggie smiled. “Well, that’s our cue to go to bed. Don’t worry about cleaning up. We can take the boxes up in the morning.”
She went and roused Ed, who pretended he’d just been resting his eyes, and they made their way up the stairs.
How much longer would Ed be able to make that climb, I wondered? We’d set him up with a hospital bed in the living room for his first week home. He’d recovered a lot of his strength, but he just wasn’t the same man he’d been six weeks ago.
Even if he got a lot better, he was already seventy-two. Maggie was younger, maybe mid-sixties? I hadn’t really thought about what that meant until Noel came home and I started seeing them through his eyes.
Noel dropped onto the sofa with a happy sigh and picked up his mug of cocoa.
I hovered on the other side of the coffee table, uncertain. Should I go upstairs? Pounce on him immediately? We’d hooked up every night, but he looked tired, and it wasn’t like we were a real couple who slept in the same room.
Noel huffed and patted the cushion beside him. “Stop looming and sit down.”
“Wasn’t looming.”
I sat beside him, and Noel curled into my body, pulling me down for a kiss. “Been wanting to do that all day.”
“Yeah?” I smiled. “Me too.”
He kissed me again, drawing it out longer, tongue flicking along my lips until I opened for him. He nibbled along my bottom lip, stroked my tongue with his, and I followed his lead until he started unbuttoning my shirt.
I drew back, startled. “Here?”
“They’re not coming back down those stairs,” Noel murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to my throat. “I want to see you all lit up by the Christmas lights.”
I let him undress me, feeling strangely like a Christmas gift being unwrapped. Noel took care with each button, each zipper, and each tug of fabric, until I was bare.
Washes of green, then blue, then red flickered over my chest, making my hair sparkle.
“Don’t you look pretty,” Noel purred, his hand going to my already hard cock.
There was being naked for sex and then being naked. Noel’s gaze seared through me. I was nude in his parents’ living room. He was fully clothed, yet again.
My heart pounded. “What do you want me to do?”
He smiled. “Just keep looking pretty, Hopper. I’ll do the rest.”
He went to his knees and licked a line up my cock, making me hiss, then patted my thigh. “Turn around.”
Oh god. I knew what that meant. Thankfully, I’d showered before dinner tonight.
I turned on my knees, bracing against the back of the sofa, and Noel spread my ass open. My skin heated, a mix of arousal and embarrassment. This position was so damn exposing. Then his tongue flicked over my skin, making pleasure spark, and I no longer cared how naked I was.
He lapped at my hole, and I panted and trembled like a damn virgin. I’d been with a few guys, and one of them was more dominating than Noel. It was tough to find a guy who wanted to top me unless he was into power games.
I wasn’t submissive, necessarily, but there was a thrill to letting go and enjoying the ride.
Noel wasn’t playing at BDSM, though. He naturally liked to take charge. Liked to pin me down and make me squirm, whether with his tongue or his dick.
“Noel,” I gasped as he finally pushed two fingers inside me. “Lube?”
“Not down here,” he said.
“Fuck me anyway.”
He laughed. “No way. I’ll get it. You stay put.”
I stayed kneeling on the couch, counting my breaths and trying to calm my racing heart, until Noel returned. “Let’s move to the floor. I do not want to explain stains on my mother’s sofa.”
I snorted a laugh. “Yeah, that would be awkward.”
Noel tossed the quilt from his bed onto the floor in front of the Christmas tree. I settled on hands and knees, back slightly arched, ass presented for fucking.
“You’re ready, hm?” Noel said, unzipping his jeans behind me. He went to his knees, one hand settling on my upper back. “Just gonna take it for me?”
“Yeah,” I rasped, trying to keep my voice low. “No point in pretending I don’t want you to pin me down and ride me hard.”
He stroked his hand down toward my ass. “Pretending can be fun.”
Cool, slippery liquid hit my hole, making me tense. Noel rubbed it around my rim, warming it, then pushed two fingers inside me.
I bore down, taking him deeper, wanting more already. Craving his dick.
Behind me, there was the crinkle of a condom wrapper opening. A moment later, Noel pressed his slicked cock up against my rim. I was too eager to wait for him to move. I shoved my hips back, hissing as his dick stretched me wide.
He gasped and slapped my ass. “Brat! I’m in charge here.”
I worked my ass along his shaft, rocking to and fro, just to earn another slap.
The third time, he didn’t bother. He leaned forward and grabbed my hair, craning my head back. “You like that too much,” he growled into my ear.
“Like everything with you,” I admitted.
I expected him to get toppy with me, but he just kissed my neck. “Then show me what you got.”
He pulled out of me, making me ache to be filled, and lay on his back.
The Christmas lights danced over his quirked lips. He was giving me the reins, but not really. He knew exactly what I wanted.
I dragged his jeans off, pushed up his sweater until he helped pull it over his head, then fell on his body, kissing, licking, and nibbling at his collarbones, his nipples, his navel—until he tugged my hair.
“Enough. Ride me.”
I crawled over his body and stole a kiss. Noel let me take what I needed before I sat back and took him inside me once more.
We both moaned quietly as he filled me. My dick bobbed in front of me, hard and aching, as I rocked my hips, working my ass on his cock while he lay beneath me, utterly relaxed.
Somehow, he looked even more toppy doing nothing at all while I panted and writhed on his dick.
Noel caressed my flexing thighs, reached up to flick my nipples, and traced over my ribs, taking advantage of my position to thoroughly feel me up.
I loved every second of his appreciative gaze, of his seeking fingers, of his quiet groans of pleasure as I rode him harder.
Pressure began to build. I threw my head back, eyes shut, lost in the sensations.
Noel grasped my cock, stroking, and I bit down on my lip to hold in a cry as I came. I shuddered and arched, cock erupting.
Noel’s hands locked on my waist, holding me tight to him as he bucked up, grinding deep as his orgasm hit.
I dropped to the floor beside him afterward, the only sound our ragged breath. I rolled my head, watching the lights flicker over his pale body. He was lean where I was bulky, slim and petite.
Freaking adorable, really.
I could put him in my pocket. Pick him up and toss him over my shoulder. Break him in half.
But I didn’t want to do any of those things, and he didn’t want that either.
We were a perfect match that way.
I rolled over and nuzzled his throat. “Best Christmas memory ever.”
He chuckled. “We’re just getting started.”
I sighed and closed my eyes, hiding my expression in the crook of his shoulder.
What he said was true. We were just getting started. Noel had been here only nine days.
We had approximately twenty-one until Christmas.
Twenty-one days to get started.
And also get finished.
I already knew it wouldn’t be enough for me. I was falling too hard for him. But it was far too late to resist, and even if I could, I didn’t want to.
I’d just have to treasure Noel as a gift I’d never seen coming, and try to look back on these days like Noel and his mother had looked back on all those childhood holidays.
With fondness, nostalgia, and love.
But no regrets.