Reid
“ N ice ass,” Noelle says, grinning at me in the darkness. She’s stretched out below me, hair spread across the pillow, her arms wound around my neck. The tip of my nose tingles where she just kissed me.
Her bare body is so soft and warm. So welcoming, too, her thighs hitching around my hips, while her breasts mold to my chest.
I’m so hard my gut aches.
But we fit together just right. Slot together like we were made for each other, and Christ, I need to keep a lid on that nonsense. Just because Noelle wants to hook up, that doesn’t mean she feels the same way I do.
One night together doesn’t mean she’s craving forever.
“What do you, ah.” How to proposition my assistant? Shit, I’m going to hell. “What do you want from me, exactly?”
Noelle leans up and kisses my mouth this time, slow and coaxing. I follow her back down to the pillow, my heart slamming against my rib cage.
Whatever she wants, I’ll give it. Whatever she wants, that’s what I want. Because I’ve dreamed about this so many times, pictured how Noelle would taste, sound, smell, and feel, and she’s already better than any of my fevered imaginings.
“Everything,” Noelle says against my lips. “I want everything.”
Well, fuck. “Everything?”
“Uh-huh.” She kisses along my jaw, all the way to my ear, then nibbles at my earlobe. “I want you to take everything you want, Merryweather. Use me like I’m yours.”
Mine. My heart lurches.
If only.
But for tonight, that’s what she’s offering. Right? Noelle’s giving me an all-access pass. She’s writing me a blank check.
And… everything?
There aren’t enough hours left before dawn for me to do everything I want with this woman. A week wouldn’t be enough. Nor a month. A year. A lifetime.
Because I’m already rocking against her, sliding along her seam, and it’s so good. She’s slick and plump and ready for me. Noelle is eager for this, and so am I.
There will be time for other things before dawn. Time for tasting every inch of her body and shouldering my way between her thighs; for licking her, deep and merciless, until she cries. I may not be experienced in that department, may have shunned all human contact before, but I’m a fast learner, and I am very motivated.
Right now, though, if I don’t get inside this woman, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.
“I’ll lick you after, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good, so good, I swear, but first, I need… first, I need…”
Pushing up on my hands, I frown down between our bodies, watching my shaft skate over Noelle’s pussy. Watching it part her folds, the ruddy head coasting through her slickness, as her hips twitch up to chase that friction.
I’m so close to being inside her.
What will that feel like? Tight? Wet? Hot?
“Yes.” Noelle grips my shoulders, her fingertips digging into the stiff muscle. “Oh my god, yes. Do it, . Make me yours.”
Make me yours.
It’s everything I want. Everything I need. And as I notch myself Noelle’s entrance, as I begin to sink inside, new meaning laces those words—because Noelle is tight. Her channel grips my cock, and she whimpers as I push forward.
Shit. “Have you ever done this before?”
Noelle bites her lip and shakes her head. And she’s so goddamn worried, fretting at my shoulders, worried that I’ll be put off, when in fact—
“Neither have I.” I shake my head, even though liquid warmth is spreading through my chest at the rightness of this. That we should be each other’s firsts.
First and only, if I get my way. Noelle is a walking miracle, and everyone else irritates me beyond belief. I only ever want her.
“Really? You haven’t?” Noelle blinks at my body where it’s stretched above her, like it doesn’t make logical sense. “But you look like that .”
What’s her point? She looks like an angel, and she’s in the exact same position.
“So?” Reaching between us, I rub at her clit, slow and steady. I may not have firsthand experience of these matters, but I’m not entirely ignorant. “What do my looks have to do with it? You’ve met my personality.”
Noelle laughs, wriggling to chase my touch. The inch of me that is already inside her is wedged in heaven. Hot, wet heaven. “As if. That wouldn’t stop you from hooking up if you wanted to, . I call bullshit.”
True.
“Well, then maybe I never wanted to.” Until now. “Maybe I was waiting for the right woman. An infuriating assistant with an insane love for Christmas, for example.”
Noelle’s laugh bleeds into a moan as I thrust a few inches deeper, sliding more easily now. She’s softening around me, melting back into the bed, her body welcoming me in. Sucking me inside.
“Why do you hate Christmas, you big Scrooge?” Her fingers play in my hair.
“Not now.” Pulling out again, I draw in a long breath—then sigh as I push back inside, even deeper. “Have mercy, Noelle. Not now. Fuck, you feel too good to be true. So slick and tight. You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Wanting my cock.”
Where have all these words come from? Usually I can barely stand to make conversation, and now I can’t stop talking.
“Uh-huh.” My assistant hiccups in agreement, clinging on for dear life as I thrust harder now, plunging all the way deep. The wet noises that drift from where our bodies meet are obscene. The air around us is hot and muggy, and it smells like bare skin and sweat and sex. The mattress creaks as I move above her.
“You wanted this. Say it.”
“I wanted this.” Noelle’s head tosses on the pillow as her heels dig into my ass. I’m pounding her now, going at her hard enough to make the bed frame creak, but she takes it all with an insatiable hunger, writhing in my arms. “I wanted this so much, .”
My hand cramps where I’m still rubbing her clit, but by god, I keep going. The only thing that would stop me now is if my damn hand fell off. “Tell me.”
“I th-thought about kissing you. Screwing you. Crawling under your desk at work and s-sucking you off—oh!”
Noelle’s teeth clack together as I lean back and pound her harder, gripping her hips now to hold her in place. I’ll get back to rubbing her again, to bringing her off, but first I need to use her, need to rut, need to make her feel every inch. Need to punish her for making me wait so long.
I’m running on instinct, here, and this woman has been driving me insane, and I’ve got three years’ worth of frustration to work out.
I’ve never felt this awake. This alive.
Because Noelle is mine , her body spread out at my mercy, her tits jiggling with every thrust. That blush climbing her neck and staining her cheeks—it’s mine. Those kiss-bitten lips—they’re mine, too.
The tangled hair, that mole on her hip, the wet noises between her thighs. Mine, mine, mine. All mine.
No one else will be her first. That thought snakes through me, dark and delicious, because no matter what happens after this, mine will still be the first cock that was inside her. She gave me that gift, and she can’t take it back.
Tension coils in my belly. Sucking a thumb into my mouth, slicking it up again, I find her clit again and rub jagged circles.
“Shit, Noelle. That’s it, sweetheart, I can feel you pulsing. You’re so greedy for this, aren’t you? Well, take it. Come for me.”
Her eyelids flutter, her complexion almost milky in the dark. Noelle’s breath hitches, her lips part, and her body clamps down on mine, her channel fluttering around my cock. Pulsing and squeezing. She comes in wave after shuddering wave.
And as she does, Noelle’s perfect body sucks the soul clean out of my body. Couldn’t stop this if I tried, couldn’t fight this tide, so I come and come, spurting inside her, filling her up. A high-pitched whining sound fills my ears. I’m still rocking and thrusting, still heaving for breath.
Is this real?
She moans and hugs me tighter. We’re both damp with sweat, and I collapse onto my elbows.
…Holy shit.
Wish this could last forever. Wish I could drag it out even more, but I’m only human, only flesh and blood, and when I finally roll to Noelle’s side, I’m sticky and aching and ruined.
I’ll clean her up in a second—then I’ll shoulder my way between her legs.
But first, I bury my face in her throat and just breathe.