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Her nipples pucker in the chill. I turn up the heat, then reach over to stroke them. She whimpers, and I fucking love the sounds she makes as I play with the stiff peaks. Just enough contact to make her feel good, but not nearly enough to sate her. I imagine it’s like the difference between having your cock licked and getting it sucked. Too much of the former can eventually feel like torture.
If that’s the case, then I must be a sadist, because I could gladly toy with her nipples all fucking day.
Noelle scoots closer so she can massage my cock through my pants. The beast is aching something fierce, cooped up behind my zipper. She undoes my belt, eases the zipper down, then reaches into my boxers. I sigh with relief as she frees my dick, keeping one eye on the road and the other on her tits.
I groan as she wraps her fist around me and begins to stroke. She’s a fast learner, this one. Every time she touches my cock, it’s like she’s getting to know it better.
We’re zigging and zagging down country roads like a couple of wild teenagers who can’t keep their hands off each other. I swear, I haven’t gotten a hand job in my truck since I was younger than Noelle is now.
“You trying to make me come all over the steering wheel, sweetheart?” I rasp.
She rests her chin on my shoulder. “I’d rather make you come in my mouth.”
My cock throbs in her fist. She smears a drop of precum around the tip, and suddenly I want nothing more than to give her every dirty, salacious thing she wants for Christmas. But I know I’ll kill us both of I let her suck me off while I’m driving, so I pull off onto a dirt road that I know leads to an abandoned quarry.
I park behind a copse of evergreens. Weaving my fingers into her hair, I kiss her mouth hard, then guide her head down into my lap.
As soon as her warm tongue brushes the head of my dick, I’m done for. The sheriff could come knocking on my window, and I wouldn’t give a shit. He can wait in his patrol car until I’m done painting her throat.
Noelle takes the head of my cock into her mouth. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she stretches her mouth wide to take me further. I’m a big guy with a dick to match, and it means the world to me that she’d put her jaw through such a significant workout.
I brush her hair back to stop it from getting caught in her mouth as she sucks me. I can’t take my eyes off her. Pink-cheeked, ruby-lipped, tears beading at the corners of her eyes each time she gets a little overzealous.
She’s unlike any girl I’ve ever been with. Intuitive, compassionate, selfless. For a split second, I think about how things might’ve been different if I’d met her when I was nineteen. Maybe I would’ve gotten married, had another kid, spent the whole of my life working to make her happy.
But there’s no point in trying rewrite a story that’s already written in stone. Everything happened as it was meant to. And since I can’t go back, I’ll focus on going forward, making damn sure Noelle is by my side if that’s where she wants to be.
I grab a fistful of her hair, trying not to pull hard. My cock throbs. I’m so fucking close.
She doubles her pace. Having watched her gag on Sawyer’s cock last night, I know she swallows. And judging by how eagerly she’s milking my dick, she wants my cum in her mouth. I feel it surge up my shaft, then shoot out. She swallows.Every. Fucking. Drop.
“That’s my good girl,” I rasp, as another spasm hits me, spilling more cum into her mouth. “Show me how you take it.”
Noelle gulps down the final gush, then eases off. Her soft lips are wet and swollen. Her jaw hangs slack. Her gorgeous face is ruddy and tear-streaked. I slide my seat back and pull her onto my lap so I can hold her.
“My God,” I say. “Do that again soon, and I’ll be in love with you by New Year’s.” I’d intended it as a joke, but the second the words leave my mouth, I realize the truth of them.
“Maybe I want you to fall in love with me,” she whispers.
I kiss her temple. “Maybe I already have.”
She turns in my arms to kiss me. My hand finds its way between her legs where she’s warm, wet, and ready. I slide two fingers inside her, keeping my thumb on her clit. In no time, she’s a trembling, shivering, whimpering puddle of pleasure in my lap.
As the woods darken around us, I make her come and come again. She shudders with the impact of her orgasms, each one more violent than the last. Finally, I let her rest.
“Thank you,” I tell her.
“For what?” she says, breathless.
“For reminding me what Christmas is really about.”
“Orgasms?” she asks. I tap her clit, and her whole body jolts. She whines softly.
I kiss her smiling lips. “It’s about telling the people you love how you feel about them, even when it’s not the easy thing to do.”
Chapter Eleven
Noelle
