“Maybe later,” he said, giving me a piercing look that made my insides clench.
Ah, yes, Noel couldn’t take me in a fight, but he couldtake meso very well in bed. My ass would probably pay later for teasing him, and I was looking forward to it.
Once the childhood crafts were on the tree, we began hanging glittering glass ornaments. As the tallest guy in the house, I got the honor of adding the star to the top.
We all stood back to admire it, and then Ed’s snore rumbled through the room.
Maggie smiled. “Well, that’s our cue to go to bed. Don’t worry about cleaning up. We can take the boxes up in the morning.”
She went and roused Ed, who pretended he’d just been resting his eyes, and they made their way up the stairs.
How much longer would Ed be able to make that climb, I wondered? We’d set him up with a hospital bed in the living room for his first week home. He’d recovered a lot of his strength, but he just wasn’t the same man he’d been six weeks ago.
Even if he got a lot better, he was already seventy-two. Maggie was younger, maybe mid-sixties? I hadn’t really thought about what that meant until Noel came home and I started seeing them through his eyes.
Noel dropped onto the sofa with a happy sigh and picked up his mug of cocoa.
I hovered on the other side of the coffee table, uncertain. Should I go upstairs? Pounce on him immediately? We’d hooked up every night, but he looked tired, and it wasn’t like we were a real couple who slept in the same room.
Noel huffed and patted the cushion beside him. “Stop looming and sit down.”
“Wasn’t looming.”
I sat beside him, and Noel curled into my body, pulling me down for a kiss. “Been wanting to do that all day.”
“Yeah?” I smiled. “Me too.”
He kissed me again, drawing it out longer, tongue flicking along my lips until I opened for him. He nibbled along my bottom lip, stroked my tongue with his, and I followed his lead until he started unbuttoning my shirt.
I drew back, startled. “Here?”
“They’re not coming back down those stairs,” Noel murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to my throat. “I want to see you all lit up by the Christmas lights.”
I let him undress me, feeling strangely like a Christmas gift being unwrapped. Noel took care with each button, each zipper, and each tug of fabric, until I was bare.
Washes of green, then blue, then red flickered over my chest, making my hair sparkle.
“Don’t you look pretty,” Noel purred, his hand going to my already hard cock.
There was being naked for sex and then beingnaked. Noel’s gaze seared through me. I was nude in his parents’ living room. He was fully clothed, yet again.
My heart pounded. “What do you want me to do?”
He smiled. “Just keep looking pretty, Hopper. I’ll do the rest.”
He went to his knees and licked a line up my cock, making me hiss, then patted my thigh. “Turn around.”
Oh god. I knew what that meant. Thankfully, I’d showered before dinner tonight.
I turned on my knees, bracing against the back of the sofa, and Noel spread my ass open. My skin heated, a mix of arousal and embarrassment. This position was so damn exposing. Then his tongue flicked over my skin, making pleasure spark, and I no longer cared how naked I was.
He lapped at my hole, and I panted and trembled like a damn virgin. I’d been with a few guys, and one of them was more dominating than Noel. It was tough to find a guy who wanted to top me unless he was into power games.
I wasn’t submissive, necessarily, but there was a thrill to letting go and enjoying the ride.
Noel wasn’t playing at BDSM, though. He naturally liked to take charge. Liked to pin me down and make me squirm, whether with his tongue or his dick.
“Noel,” I gasped as he finally pushed two fingers inside me. “Lube?”
