Page 43 of The Night Before Grumpmas
She’s panting, her hands clutching at me as I drive into her, slow and steady, savoring the way her body reacts to me. I can see the pleasure in her eyes, the way she bites her lip when I hit that perfect spot inside her. Her moans are soft, breathy, and I can feel the tension building between us, ready to snap.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I murmur, my forehead resting against hers for a moment, just to catch my breath, to ground myself in the connection between us. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Her lips find mine in a heated kiss, and it fuels the fire inside me. I pick up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, making her feel every inch of me. Her nails rake down my back, and I know she’s close, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
“I’m yours,” she breathes against my mouth, her voice barely a whisper, but it hits me like a freight train. Those words, the weight behind them, make my heart race. She’s mine, completely.
“Say it again,” I growl, my pace quickening, thrusting deeper as I feel her teetering on the edge. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she moans, her body trembling, legs tightening around me as her release builds. “I’m all yours.”
I can feel how close she is, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, but I want to take her higher. I want us to crash into that moment together. “Touch yourself,” I order, my voice thick with desire. “Rub your clit for me. Fast, baby. I want us to come together.”
Her eyes flutter open, hazy with need, and she slides her hand down between us, fingers finding her clit. I feel her rubbing in quick, desperate circles, her body starting to tremble even more as she edges closer to the peak.
“Just like that,” I murmur, watching her come undone beneath me, my hands gripping her hips tighter, my thrusts deep and steady. “You’re gonna fall apart for me, aren’t you? You feel that?”
She nods, her eyes squeezing shut, her moans growing louder, more frantic. “I’m so close,” she gasps, her voice trembling.
The sight of her losing herself like this—body trembling, fingers working over her clit, her back arching against the wall—is almost too much. The tension between us is electric, her body gripping mine tighter with every movement, and I’m barely holding on. But I want her to come first. I want to feel her break apart around me.
“Let go,” I urge, my voice rough, desperate. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you.”
Her body tenses, her fingers rubbing faster, and then she shatters. Her head falls back against the wall, mouth open in a silent cry as her orgasm takes over. Her entire body clenches around me, tight and pulsing, and the feeling is incredible—hot, wet, consuming. I keep thrusting, riding her through it, watching her unravel completely.
Her legs tremble around me, and I can feel every wave of her release as it ripples through her, dragging me right to the edge. Her moans mix with ragged breaths, and the way she grips me, the way her body reacts, pulls me under. I can’t hold back anymore.
I thrust deeper, faster, and my own release crashes over me, hitting like a tidal wave. My body tenses as I empty myself inside her, groaning her name as the pleasure rips through me. The sensation is overwhelming—hot, tight, everything. My mind blanks, lost in her, as my orgasm floods every nerve in my body.
And then, as the intensity fades, I’m left with this rush of emotion. She’s still wrapped around me, her legs slowly loosening, her body trembling in the aftermath. I look at her, breathless, my heart pounding, and I feel something deeper than just the physical connection.
It’s more than lust. It’s like I’ve found something I didn’t know I was missing—something that makes me feel whole. I rest my forehead against hers, both of us breathing hard, caught in the quiet after the storm. The closeness between us feels electric, soul-deep.
“I’m yours too,” I whisper softly, my voice hoarse. “In every way.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Noelle
This isn’thow I thought the night would be ending. Okay, I had no idea how things were going to go, but waking up with Jacob’s arm wrapped around me definitely wasn’t in the plan. I thought he hated me so much that, if given the chance, he’d have had me evicted faster than I could say “rent control.”
And yet, here I am—after multiple happy endings last night. Seriously, the guy’s like an orgasm magician. He wasn’t lying when he said he knew what to do with that tongue, or give me an orgasm out of this world. Is that what he said or I’m just filling the blank because after he shot me into outer space for more than a couple of hours my memory is fuzzy.
It doesn’t matter though, now I need to head home. But the second I try to move, Jacob pulls me closer, his body radiating warmth against mine. My heart thuds hard in my chest, a mix of confusion and something I’m not quite ready to name. How am I going to get out of here? And how much is it going to hurt when it’s all over?
Because this is going to be over soon. Let’s be honest, this wasn’t supposed to be anything.
Let me tell you what you’re going to do, Noelle, you’re going to get your ass out of here. Just make sure to find your clothes before you venture toward your apartment.
The room is still dim, soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the bed. His breath is warm against the back of my neck, steady and comforting.
I shift slightly, trying to ease myself out of his grip quietly, but his arm tightens around me, almost like he’s afraid to let go. His hand flexes against my hip, pulling me impossibly closer, as if he’s holding on for dear life.
I close my eyes, conflicted. Part of me wants to stay—just melt into him and let the world outside disappear for a little while longer. But the other part of me, the rational part still tethered to reality, is screaming at me to leave. To make a graceful exit before this gets more complicated.
Because this wasn’t supposed to be . . . more.
What even is “more”?
