Page 46 of Noel I Won’t
“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.
