Chapter 3 #2
I felt myself grow wetter than I already was. But still I looked up, shocked. “You want to?”
Leif froze. “Do I want to?” He looked astonished. “Do you?”
“Yes! I mean, I think so.”
He frowned. “Did your last—have you done this before?”
“Yes!” I said quickly. “Just…don’t feel like you have to.” Patrick had done it so rarely—and so begrudgingly—I’d never enjoyed it. I’d faked my orgasm every time just to get him to stop, and we’d both seemed relieved when it was over.
“Noelle.” Leif’s voice was a low rumble. “This will be a purely selfish act on my part.” He stroked a knuckle over the wet fabric between my legs, making me spasm as pleasure rolled through me. “And a fucking privilege. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t a man if he didn’t bow before you like this.”
The more he spoke, the more he sounded like he was angry at Patrick, a man he’d never meet. I loved it.
“Okay,” I said. “Yes. But I’m not sure I can… you know.”
He hooked his fingers over the top of my underwear. “You will.”
It wasn’t cockiness. It was confidence in me. Or maybe it was both. Whatever it was, the feeling of me being exposed to him as he pulled my underwear down sent a new rush of need right where he was aiming his gaze.
He pulled the panties off me, gently urging my legs open. “It’s official.”
“What?” I lifted my head off the bed.
“You’ve got the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”
My whole body filled with tingling heat. “You’ve seen a lot?”
But he just gave me that sexy as hell grin and dipped his face down. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he stroked a tongue fully over my most sensitive spot, making me cry out with pleasure.
Who was this man? I’d thought he was a little awkward and shy. But of course with those looks, and with him being very likely a genius…women probably threw themselves at him.
I certainly had.
“Legs here,” Leif commanded, pointing to his shoulders.
Oh shit. I hooked my legs over his back.
A moment later, his tongue slid along my whole length again.
This time, I thought enough to cover my mouth to keep from crying out.
But before that sensation was even through, he took his tongue in the opposite direction.
Then back again. I writhed under him, too shocked by the hard shots of intense pleasure from his sweeping movements. I couldn’t do anything but melt.
But Leif was just getting started. His tongue slipped away for a moment, replaced by his lips suctioning around my clit.
It was like that vibrator I had; the only thing that really made me come with any force. Except then his tongue came back into it too.
I bucked under him, clamping my thighs around his head, abandoning all chill. “Leif,” I cried out.
He didn’t seem to care that I was thrashing around. In fact, he seemed to be loving it. I don’t know where his hands were before, but now they joined in, grasping a breast and thumbing its nipple, the other stroking a finger at my entrance.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
He was right. I was going to come. Easily. He was going to make me lose it on him, and it had only been a few seconds.
I tipped my hips up, begging him with words I couldn’t even understand as my climax rose fast.
When Leif dipped his fingers inside of me, applying pressure to both the soft flesh inside and my swollen clit outside, I was done for.
I exploded in the biggest orgasm I’d ever had in my life. Ever. Even more than that time I turned the vibrator on to maximum speed by accident.
I bucked off the mattress like I was being electrocuted, my teeth clamping down on my hand so I didn’t scream at the top of my lungs.
The waves felt endless; unceasing. I’m not sure how long it took, but eventually they ebbed, and I felt myself floating back down to earth.
When I landed, I was somehow the most satisfied I’d ever been, but also desperate for more.
When Leif lifted his head, his eyes were on mine. “Again,” he said.
Before I could protest, he lowered his mouth back on to me, and made me come a second time. Then a third.
Finally I pushed his head away. “That was… I can’t…” I couldn’t even finish a sentence, was what. “No more. I need—I want you inside of me.”
He drew himself up and over me. I felt the length of him against my thigh.
But he shook his head, stopping right before I had him where I wanted. “Noelle, I don’t have a condom.”
Disappointment hit me like a gut punch. “Me neither.”
For a moment, I considered acting incredibly irresponsibly.
But he’d already shifted himself onto his side next to me, his head propped up in his hand. He wouldn’t. He was a good guy.
I pouted. “After all that, I can’t even see this all the way through.”
“I’m happy with what we did,” he said, smiling and tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Very happy. In fact, I’d like to do it again.” His hand slid down and gently cupped my breast, his thumb gently brushing my nipple.
Once again, heat surged through me. I wanted it too. But I wanted more, and I wanted him to feel good too.
“Can we do something else?”
“I’m fine. That was all I needed.”
“What if I want to?” I didn’t want to be done.
He raised an eyebrow.
“What did you have in mind?”
I swallowed. Nerves threatened to overtake me, but I breathed in. I bit my lip for a moment, then said, “Can you…come on me?”
Leif made a strange sound in the back of his throat. “That’s what you want?”
“Yes. I—” I almost said he’d never do it for me. But I’d never asked Patrick to do these things. The idea of watching this man let go onto me though? Feeling the wet heat of his need for me hit my skin? It was almost too much.
“I want you to do it like this,” I said.
Then, for the first time ever, I described one of my fantasies out loud.
It wasn’t an outrageous one, and Leif didn’t even blink. He did ask if I was sure, but once he was positive it was what I wanted, for me, he was happy to oblige.
I stayed on my back, while Leif got on his knees, straddling my ribs.
“Stroke it for me,” I said.
Leif ran a hand up the length of his cock. “Like this?”
“Yes,” I said on a moan. Then I brought my hands down to my own body and touched myself as he did exactly what I wanted. In a moment we were both moaning, our moves frantic.
“Are you sure about this, Noelle?” he gritted out. His thighs were deliciously heavy on my hips. “Because in a minute, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
“Yes,” I moaned, riding the crest of another orgasm already. It felt so naughty, wanting this. So good. “Now!”
His hand moved fast and just as I peaked, so did he.
I came hard as the hot splatter of his release hit my breasts. I gasped, my whole body rigid. I shuddered, gripping his thigh as he braced his hand on the headboard, groaning my name, until finally we both went limp.
“Here,” I said as he looked around for something to tidy up with a moment later.
I handed him a box of holiday themed tissue from the shelf under the bedside table.
Leif cleaned me up with gentle strokes, taking care to get it all.
It was only after, when he’d tossed the tissues in the trash that his eye went to the box, which I still held in my hand.
“So, Christmas is a big deal around here?” he asked.
Somehow, it was the funniest thing I’d ever heard. I burst out laughing, then he grinned and laughed too. And I thought, in that moment, that that might have been the hottest, most magical night of my life.
I woke sometime later to the sound of a dog barking. A little dog. I was deeply confused, until I blinked my eyes open to find myself entangled in bare limbs that weren’t mine.
Leif.
My stomach plunged. It was both from seeing our nakedness, and from having everything we did come flooding back to me all at once.
Floof stopped barking. She looked at me with her head cocked. She was so cute.
And she probably needed to pee.
Sunlight poured in from the open curtains. We’d never turned the light on in here last night, the illuminated snow giving us enough to see by, both during the sex and as we talked for hours afterward. But I’d never closed the curtains either.
Except, sunlight meant—shit. My parents would be up soon. And if they were up, they’d definitely hear the dog.
“Leif!” I whispered. If he wanted to leave without questions, he needed to go now.
He grunted, wrapping his arm around me.
His body heat had kept me warm enough not to notice we hadn’t gotten under the covers.
Floof barked again.
And then something much, much worse happened.
I heard someone outside.
“Noelle?” The voice outside was muffled, but it still made me explode upward, throwing Leif’s arm off me.
Dad.
“Leif!” I whisper-yelled, elbowing him in the chest.
“Oof!” Leif exclaimed, jolting awake.
Footsteps thumped down the hallway. “Noelle, is that a dog?” Dad asked.
Leif’s eyes widened to dinner plates. “Oh, shit!” he whispered.
“Quick!”
To his credit, Leif thought fast. He managed to lean over me and flip the blanket up, inside-out, over the most delicate parts of our bodies, just as the door opened.
But it wasn’t just my dad standing there. To my abject horror, it was my dad and another man; one who looked confusingly a little like a much older version of the man currently holding the last shred of my dignity together with only his thumb and fingers on a blanket.
The two men stared at us jaws hanging fully open.
Leif cleared his throat. “Hey, Grandpa!”