11. River
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River
D ripping wet, Noelle sits on the edge of the hot tub on the back deck, white twinkling lights flickering off of her silky skin. As I sit in the water, leaning back against the cool tub while scalding bubbling water surrounds me, I try to burn the image of her perfect body into my mind, knowing this might be the only time I ever get to experience something like this.
In what world do you get to fuck your friend's stepmother with her so fucking willing? It's more than likely this shit isn't going to happen again, and we have less than twenty-four hours until our lives return to normal—as normal as they can be.
I rub my hand over my face, grateful to not have to have my mask on since she's sitting in front of me blindfolded. The snow heavily falls, piling up quickly, leaving the blanketed ground shimmering like a mound of diamonds. I can hear the laughter from the guys inside, most likely watching us from the windows. I can feel Cole's eyes on me without even turning around, criticizing everything about what I'm doing, even if it is to himself. His obsession with his stepmother is obvious; he isn't fooling anyone.
"Can I get in the water?" Noelle speaks softly, her nipples hardening like little pebbles as a gust of wind blows snowflakes all over her skin.
"No, I like you sitting right there," I tell her, moving closer to her parted legs.
My eyes drop to her pussy, and a lump forms in my throat. Nerves suddenly getting the best of me. "You can get in the water when I want you on my cock. For now, I want to watch you."
She nods, nervously tugging on her plump bottom lip, a slight shiver shaking her delicate body. I grab a handful of snow off the railing behind me and form it into a ball that I gently rub all over her skin. She gasps, her nipples growing even harder as her chest heaves from the intake of sharp breaths she's taking.
Moving the melting snow down her stomach, I push the ball between her legs and hold it against her pussy, relishing the hissing sound slipping from her lips as the snow melts and drips all over her.
"Touch yourself, Noelle," I demand, wrapping a hand around my cock under the water, stroking slowly with my eyes pinned to the sight in front of me.
A little apprehensive, she brings her bound hand to her pussy, running two of her fingers up and down her slit, trying to warm herself up from the melting snow. I focus hard on her movements, gritting my teeth as she takes the same two fingers and slides them inside her, even making her knuckles disappear.
"Fuck, you're such a dirty whore, aren't you?" I growl, squeezing my dick a little harder as I stroke.
She thrusts her fingers, fucking herself, not bothering to answer my question. So when all is silent except for the wet noises coming from her soaked cunt, I give her clit a rough slap.
"Ow!" she squeals, briefly pausing her fingers, keeping them inside of her.
"Fucking answer me, Noelle, or the next slap I give you will hurt a lot worse." I grin, taking pleasure in the pain I'm inflicting on her, knowing that it's nothing compared to what I really want to do. "Are you a dirty whore, Noelle?"
"Yes," she moans quietly, resuming the pumping action her fingers are doing to her pussy.
"Good. Are you a filthy cum slut that wants to fuck her stepson?" I ask, turning myself on more than I thought I would.
She pauses briefly before answering in a whisper. "Yes," she says, her cheeks beaming a light shade of red as her teeth continue to tug on her bottom lip.
She continues to fuck herself while I melt snow all over her burning skin to the point where she's red all over, especially between her thighs. I rip her hand away, bringing her fingers to my mouth and sucking them inside.
"Mhm," she moans, the melody ringing in my ears.
I swirl my tongue around her fingers and under her fake nails, sucking the taste of her right off of them. And then without warming, I yank her into the hot tub, her body submerged in the hot water as I pull her directly onto my lap, my cock sliding right inside of her.
"Oh, fuuuck!" Noelle gasps, sinking her nails into my hip bone as she clings to me, her thighs locked like a vice around my waist.
"That's right, baby," I grunt, grabbing her throat and using it to slam her up and down on my cock. "Fucking ride my dick, you dirty fucking stepmother." I suck in a breath as she begins to move her hips, matching my thrusts with her bouncing.
I can already feel my cock pulsing inside her, and I know I'm about to fill her up any second. So wasting no time, I squeeze her hips, both of them, using them to fuck me how I want—hard, deep, and fucking fast. Her moans are like music to my ears, a faint sound of pain lacing her cracked voice.
But it's the hottest fucking thing I've heard in a while.
Completely lost in the moment, I don't even hear the back door slide open. Nor do I hear the sound of footsteps approaching from my left. But as Cole walks into focus, standing behind Noelle on the deck, he holds his phone in his hand, a bright light shining right on us. He smirks, puts his finger to his lips, and continues to record Noelle fucking me like a goddamn freak.
Nervous about being on camera, I look at Noelle, wishing I could stare into her eyes, but she needs to wear the blindfold. I try to focus solely on her; the way her skin feels and looks all wet and illuminated by the Christmas lights, the way her lips part every time my cock slides so deeply inside of her cunt that she feels it in her stomach, even the way her perfect c-cup tits bouncing wildly, her hard, pierced nipples poking into my chest as she winds her body and rolls her hips, trying to make me come.
And it works.
Without giving her a heads up, I shoot my cum inside her, feeling her shiver against me as her cunt grips my cock like a vice, soaking it with her release.
"That's it, come for me, you fucking whore," I growl, gritting my teeth and slamming her even harder on my cock, desperate to ride out the final wave of pleasure ripping through my insides. "Tell me how much you love fucking strangers, Noelle. Tell me now," I demand, needing that one little oomph.
"I...I," she stutters, moving her cuffed hands to my other hip since she can't move them anywhere else.
When she doesn't finish, I slide my hand up the front of her body and wrap my hand around her throat. With my other hand, I grab another handful of snow and shove it into her mouth, her jaw dropping in shock.
"Stick out your fucking tongue," I tell her, grinning as her lips part, her tongue darts out, and all the melted snow drips from the corners of her mouth, gliding down her delicate skin and over her sensitive nipples.
"Now tell me how much you love being fucked by someone you don't even know."
"Mhm, I love..." She swallows the rest of the water that doesn’t drip out. "I love being fucked by a stranger," she admits, her seductive voice shaking as she continues to come, unloading her denied orgasm from Cole earlier.
By the time we both finish, Noelle's body falls limp against mine, and all I want to do is wrap my arms around her and hold her, but I keep reminding myself that this isn't what this is about. We have less than 24 hours with her before things return to normal, meaning she can never know who we are.
Cole still records the two of us, his eyes fixated on Noelle's back, tracing the flock of butterflies that cascade along her spine. I wonder if he'll have a hard time keeping quiet about this, especially since he's been obsessed with his stepmother for fucking years. She's got to know he's stalking her; he's not too subtle about it. Noelle feeds off the attention, so she's likely to pretend she doesn't like it even when I know she's just giving him what he wants.
Cole went into this wanting revenge for his father's murder, dead set on Noelle having something to do with it... but does he still feel and think that way? Does he have something fucked up planned for her, or is he finally realizing that she was a victim just like his father, and how fucking much he wants her—how much he wishes he could reveal himself without there being dire consequences?