My cock hardened against her ass. I wanted to see her crazy eyes, those blue, green, and brown eyes. The way they looked at me drove me crazy. So warm, unyielding, a kind of love and support I wasn’t used to burned in their depths. I hadn’t had to earn her love. I’d fallen into the middle of her infatuation, and it didn’t seem fair.
Having her in my arms didn’t seem fair. But it felt that way. Fair, game, unmovable. I pulled the blanket aside and found her neck, kissing it at the same time I inhaled her sweet soft skin. No one should smell this good. Memories of covering her perky tits in my jizz made my cock heavy and gorged. Her plump pink lips sucking on me, extracting every ounce of cum from my cock, had me on the edge of exploding.
I unwound myself from her body as quietly as possible, put another log in the fire place, and then went to my bathroom, hoping a cold shower would calm me down. It didn’t. I dried off, catching sight of my hard cock in the mirror.
She’d looked so bad and good at the same time. The mixture of the girl I knew and the woman stroking me like she’d stay that way forever, on her knees, being mine, was heady and intoxicating. I wanted her to be mine. Before I knew it, my cock was in my hand. I pumped my fist to the memory of her on the counter, the sticky sweetness of her pussy coating my tongue.
I hadn’t masturbated in years. Hadn’t had sex in as long. Hadn’t felt pleasure, or desire, or anything good, until Noelle Eastwick walked into my cabin. I took a page from her handbook and tried something new. “Ah, Noelle.” Shit. The sound of her name on my tongue while my cock twitched in my hand had me doubling over. “Shit, Noelle.” I busted all over my counter, drenching it in my jizz.
There were things Noelle didn’t know about me, things I was only now learning about myself.
I tended to get attached.
To want what I wanted more than once.
To have that want beside me.
I was intense. Autumn hated it. Hated how rough I fucked, how my passion was anything but gentle.
I tried to warn my bad little Noelle.
She didn’t listen.
And now I was clinging to the pleasure she made me feel with a fleeting thought of never letting go.
Dressed, I came back out, finding her flat on her back with the covers pulled to her chin. In sleep, she looked more like the girl I’d hugged goodbye for college when I came back from leave. Her hair, almost the color of something sweet and light, like butterscotch or caramel with darker chocolate highlights. That I was picking out the highlights in her fucking hair disgusted me. But I didn’t stop. I leaned over and put my lips over hers, feeling her soft warm breaths. Unable to help myself, I kissed her delicately, inhaling her sleeping breaths until I was high on her slumber.
Her eyes popped open.
She screamed, rising so fast her mouth knocked against my chin. She cried out and rolled away, cupping her mouth.
“I’m sorry.” I hopped over the couch and settled down beside her, removing her hand to look. Her bottom lip was bloody with the tiniest split in the middle.
“What the hell, stalker?” She smacked at me, reminding me of when she’d slapped me.
Luckily for her, this was my fault, or I’d have no problem leaving my handprint on her creamy pale ass cheeks. I raised my brow. “Stalker?”
“Standing over me like a perverted Santa Clause. Sorry, dickhead, I don’t have any milk and cookies left.” She jumped off me and ran around the couch for the sink in the kitchen.
Groaning, I followed, holding her hair back as she washed the blood from her lip. “Where would you keep them anyway?”
“Keep what?” she growled, glaring at me so darkly it made me want to fuck it out of her. The poor thing had no idea who I was, the things I’d do to her perfect young body.
“Your milk and cookies?” I grabbed a handful of her ass through her sweats—my sweats—and squeezed. “Here?”
“Seriously, Micha?” She pushed me away and snatched up a hand towel, angry in a way that had the blood in my brain going straight to my cock.
My name on her lips reminded me of her moaning it in the bathroom. The heavy, wanting, and desperate moans of pleasure had me jacking off on the couch while she fingered her tight cunt to my name, probably to far more of me than I knew.
I shrugged casually, crossing my arms over my chest. If I didn’t tuck my hands somewhere, they’d end up tucking her legs behind her ears. And something told me Noelle wasn’t nearly as limber as my imaginings liked to think. “No, not seriously. They’re probably in a much better hiding spot.” I cracked a grin, loving the way her eyes shot to my lips to watch them rise.
She threw her towel at me and left, making me chuckle.
Starving my ass off, I searched through the food I’d bought on autopilot. I hadn’t known I’d get a guest. My plan was to go somewhere where I didn’t have to hide. I didn’t have to endure watching the pain unfurl in anyone’s eyes when they looked at me and wondered what happened to me. “Where are you, Micha?” Autumn would beg. “What happened to my husband?” But she knew. She knew what being an army wife entailed.
She knew there was a chance I may not come back, and if I did, there was a chance I may not forget.
I braced myself against the countertop. I was over my wife. I accepted she was no longer mine. But I resented that she’d let me try for twenty-two years before she admitted failure.
When Noelle came in, caramel hair tossed to the left of her shoulder, beautiful face bright and annoyed, her eyes gleaming like the earth and the world, I felt the resentment leave my chest, replacing it with an emotion I wasn’t sure of. Relief? Was I glad she was here? Comfort? Around her I didn’t have to worry about what I hadn’t done. She wasn’t a part of it. Hunger? She was unbelievably attractive.
I hadn’t known it, or perhaps I hadn’t looked. She wasn’t an option then. Now she was. Her body was tall and curvy, with a waist that felt amazing to hold on to and keep there. Tits that were full and round. Long tight legs. The soft beauty of her face coupled with the bad fire that burned in her eyes made me want to reignite it and writhe in her flames.
“What…?” she asked, face flushed.
I could only imagine what I looked like. I let myself go. Didn’t bother eating, didn’t need electricity. I hadn’t shaved in weeks. I’d thought in a way this was the end. My end. I’d lost everything and I was heading back into hell.
Noelle was bringing me back to life.
I attacked her, holding her in my arms as I poured myself in this kiss. I wanted her to know, needed her to know, that I hadn’t spent the last eight years loving her the way she had me, but I’d cared for her. Wanted what was best for her. To give her what her father hadn’t. The taste of her lips was only that much closer to that love.
I lifted her into my arms, groaning when her long legs wrapped around my waist.
“Oh, Micha,” she moaned, matching every single stroke of my lips. “You taste so fucking good.” She stopped suddenly, pulling back with her eyes clenched, fists gripping my shirt. “I need this.” Her eyes opened, boring into mine. “I need you, Micha.” And then she kissed me all the way to the pullout bed.
I lowered her down and followed, dropping my weight onto her without worry. She’d take my weight, she’d take me. I didn’t have to worry whether I was too much for her. It was one of the most beautiful feelings in the world.
Her body molded to mine. Her hands settled on my back, rubbing from my shoulders to my spine, the heels of her feet digging into the backs of my thighs.
I knew I should move on to other things, there was so much left of her that needed to be naked, but her lips were sucking me into the fog. They were so passionate. The deepness with which this they kissed only made me want the same, creating an erotic sensory overload. Her tongue was slick fire, her soft moans only making me moan louder.
I knew, in that moment, that I may feel bad for hurting everyone else later, but I’d never regret letting my bad little Noelle in now.
“
Fuck me, Micha,” she begged breathlessly threading her fingers in my hair.
That was code for cut the kissing.
I smiled against her soft lips and pushed her shirt over her head, pulling the long sleeves free of my thermal off her arms.
“You’re going to have to wait a while longer.”
“What? Why?” She squirmed beneath me, eyes churning.
“I have to make out with these first.” I closed my lips around her nipple, making her jerk and moan. Not wanting either nipple to go untouched, I rolled the other between my fingers.
“Mmm,” she gasped.
She came undone, mewling and moaning, squirming away only to remain in the same position as I sucked on her nipples. I went back and forth, squeezing them both together so I could take them into my mouth at once.
Beneath me, she found my thigh and humped, wanting some sort of relief.
I released her and moved my leg over her to close both of hers. “How many times do I have to remind you that you’re not the boss. I am.” I flicked her nipple, so fucking pissed that she kept trying to control how this shit went. “When I want you to come, you’ll come.”
Her heavy-lidded eyes ensnared mine. She bit down on her lip and whimpered, so close to coming I could feel her muscles clenching. I was torturing her, holding her pleasure over her. Because I had the power.
“Tell me you understand.” I flicked her nipple with more strength, making the hard nub tighten further.
“You’d better remind me again.”
“You like this?” I flicked her sexy little nipple twice, two hard pricks.
She bucked, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Yes, Daddy Santa. Please don’t leave the other one out.”
She begged. “Good girl, Noelle.” I sucked the nipple I flicked into my mouth and bit down as I flicked the other, sending her into a long loud orgasm. She seized and cried out, shaking as I continued as if she weren’t coming like crazy beneath me. I sucked and flicked, my cock leaking into my jeans. I continued until she was begging me to stop. I couldn’t keep going much longer either.
She looked like she’d gotten drunk before she came to bed, the lust so thick in her eyes I could see the love she had for me in the glassy stupor.
It was beautiful, and one of the sexiest damn things I’d ever experienced in my entire life. “You love me?” I pulled her pants off, leaving her cunt bare to me.
“I only love you.” Tears glistened in her eyes and fell silently down her face. “I love you so much.”
I pulled my shirt off and kicked off my jeans, between her legs before I could think about anything else. I grabbed hold of my cock as she opened her legs for me. Her pussy was shaved, bare, pink and wet. Her juice seeped from her cunt, soaking into our sheets. I’d never wash them. Never do anything to get rid of her.
I guided the tip of my cock into her cunt, covering my head in her clear warm juice. I’d already leaked some cum out. The white mixed with the clear, turning into a slick creamy lube. I couldn’t wait to fill her with my load. She’d be mine when I was done.
“I’m not going to be gentle. You’ve probably imagined this moment a lot, but it’s not going to be anything like that.” I rammed into her without warning, tearing her tightness apart.
She gasped loudly, her eyes rolling until her whites shook. Her nails dug into my biceps. Her legs quivered uncontrollably.
“Shit, fuck, shit.” I remained still. If I moved, I’d come. She was unbelievably tight. Fisting my cock with her cunt; she pulsed around me. “Your pussy’s insane. What is this?” I looked down at it, where her opening stretched for me. It wasn’t real. Wasn’t even on this universe.
She gave me a senseless “You-feel-so-fucking-good-fuck-me-Micha,” before her eyes closed in ecstasy.
I planted my hands on either side of her head, shoved her thighs apart further with mine, and then pulled my cock out inch by inch, letting the tip rest in her soaked cunt. Her juices were dripping from my shaft. I filled her to the hilt, pulled out slowly, and rammed my cock back inside, melting between her tightness each time, showing it who was boss. She was taking me all, even if she didn’t think she could. I kept going until our stomachs touched, until she wasn’t even human anymore.
She was my life in that moment. Head moving to the side, eyes rolled in her head, body stiff, her moans so husky my balls tightened each time she screamed my name. I fucked her pussy as hard as I could, as roughly as I could, claiming every inch of her I could reach.
I felt my lower back dip, my abs tightened, warm perfect heat burned inside of her around my cock. I was about to cum. I knew I should ask first. We weren’t wearing a condom. She could get pregnant. But all those concerns really did was milk every fucking drop of my cum out of me. I’d never wanted to fill a woman as badly as I wanted to fill Noelle in that moment. I filled her as much as I could while she lost herself.
“Oh yes, shit yes. Micha, oh god, Micha. Yes, fill my pussy, Daddy.”
I growled through gritted teeth, flames burning behind my closed eyelids. Our flesh met, smacking together as she took my pounding. My muscles sagged. My brain fogged over. I lost my senses as my ears rung and my thoughts became senseless. But I’d never existed inside of a moment that didn’t make more sense as this one.
***
I groaned appreciatively from warmth on my back and the warmth beneath me.
When I opened my eyes, I was sleeping on Noelle’s chest, her nipple inches from my lips. Her fingers stroked the back of my head and her others my side, tracing my ribs like a xylophone. I burrowed deeper, moving to wrap her in my arms.
“You’re right,” her soft voice said. “I dreamed of my first time with you for years. I’d think about it when I rubbed myself, every time I had sex with another guy, I’d imagine you inside of me. But all my imaginings weren’t even half as pleasurable as making love to you was tonight. That was by far, the best sexual experience, the most intimate, the most beautiful moment of my entire life, Micha. Thank you.” She kissed my forehead.
I was too tired to move. But I didn’t think she wanted me to say anything. She was telling me how she felt. What she didn’t know was that I’d only ever been with Autumn since I was a teenager. And I had never, in my entire life, come as hard as I did tonight. I’d never gone as high, or wanted to take someone with me as I did.
This could become love. I could harbor this moment and obsess over it for years. I could wait another eight for a chance to spend my days and nights lost in Noelle Eastwick.
I was struck suddenly, and I thanked god for putting her in my life. For taking our pains and merging them to create this meeting. It wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to rot on my own in this cabin until I left for Yemen. She wasn’t supposed to show up and bring me back to life.
I didn’t know how to tell her all of that, so I made love to her again instead, using the slickness of my cum to glide my cock in as deeply as her tight cunt could take, and then back out, filling her so much that her pussy dripped white when I was done.
I flopped on my back, breathing through the pounding in my chest and heart.
“Ahh mmm ahh,” she mewled illegibly beside me.
I laughed breathlessly. “You all right?”
“Perfect,” she whispered, quivering where she lay, eyes closed, cheeks flushed red, lips parted. She looked stunning. “I’m perfect, Micha.”
It was impossible to be turned on again. Physically impossible. But my cock twitched anyway. My body flooded with heat. All I wanted was to be inside of her, where what we felt made sense. It didn’t want an elaborate explanation, could do without the definitions. Not all emotions were better on paper.
Some were visceral, unexplainable, and life-altering.
I turned my head, meeting her love-drunk eyes.
Some emotions were uprooting.
Chapter Seven
Noelle
He had no idea what he’d done.
To me, to himself, to my body, or
to my heart.
I’d break every rule, every damn bone in my body to be with him.
I lay in a satisfied heap, unable to move. The fire crackled in the background, and his warm hand lay beside mine, both our fingers too weak to come together.
They didn’t need to. That they were both exhausted from the same thing meant they could lay side by side without the pressure of connecting. Not all connections required physical assurances. Some were content to simply connect.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, deep voice fanning over me in a flash of flames.
“No.” I met his eyes. He didn’t appear to be concerned. His coal-colored eyes shimmered like the snowflake obsidian stone necklace Winter had gotten me for my birthday.
“That’s going to make things complicated, honey.”
I shrugged. “The idea of having your children only makes me unbearably turned on. It doesn’t scare me.”
“Hmm,” he rumbled, his eyes glossy with humor.
I waited.
Waited some more.
Maybe he was too overwhelmed from the sex.
He didn’t take it back.
I sat up and stared in shock at him. He raised his eyebrows in question, a prompt for me to explain my undoubtedly confused expression.
“You came inside of me. Twice,” I emphasized, holding up two fingers like he needed a reminder. He remembered.
His lips quirked. “Yes, and?”
I gawked at him. “And? You know what that means, right? I’m head over hills for you, Micha, but you still have to be thinking. I can’t think and make love to you. You have to do the thinking.” My voice had reached screeching levels. I cupped my pussy, hissing from the soreness. He’d been a beast unhinged on top of me. Stretching my pussy and filling me for hours. “Shit, I’m sore.” Painful sore. I slid to the end of the pullout bed and stood, feeling his hot cum drip out of me immediately. It slid down my inner thighs, thick white and sticky.
Damn it, that was hot. With my back turned, I slid my finger in it and brought it to my mouth, savoring the salty musky flavor of his semen since he’d thwarted me so far. It made my thighs quiver.
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