The Kringle Girls - Collection (13 page)

No.
He couldn’t do it. He knew how this would
end. She’d fuck him and tire of him, and what little was left of his
self-esteem and his heart would be ground into the dirt. Just like Vanessa.

“Stop,” he choked out, and his cock nearly whined when
she did as he asked, her fingers freezing on the button of his waistband.

“Are you sure?” she breathed, stroking the arrow of
hair under his navel as her other hand danced playful nails up his shaft to tap
a mind-numbing rhythm into the fat crown. At least she couldn’t see how he
throbbed for her under the fabric.

“I’m sure.” He was lacking some crucial brain cells,
but he was sure.

She sighed, the regret clear in her voice, and with a
last heat-filled visual caress, she shrugged and dropped her hands, stepping
back out of the shower to rummage in a cupboard, emerging with a pile of
towels. She stole two and left him one.

“I’m going to go get a fire started. Take your time.”

She’d gotten plenty started,
Will thought to
himself as her round little ass sashayed out of the bathroom. He didn’t bother
to fight it, but freed his straining cock from its denim prison, taking it
firmly in hand. A few brutal strokes, the memory of her excited little nipples
pressing against wet lace, and he was coming, hard, his head falling back
against the tile as jets of hot seed spilled over his hand before washing away
down the drain.

Stuck in a cabin with Noelle Kringle. I am so
fucked.

NOELLE HADN’T REALLY MEANT to go so far. She might be
a hopeless flirt, but she didn’t make a habit of seducing men who didn’t want
to be seduced. But there was something about Will that drew her – it wasn’t
that he was damaged, or a challenge. It was something deeper. She felt a connection,
and that worried her as much as it excited her. She shivered, though not from
the cold.

Hard, hot, and
hung.
Her pussy clenched as she
remembered the thick length of him under her hand.
Bad Noelle.
She
reminded herself that being bad was what got her into this mess in the first
place, and with a sigh, pushed aside the lust coursing through her body.

The fire started without too much trouble, and Noelle
set to work making the place habitable. The electricity was out, but there were
candles galore, and a sturdy hurricane lamp. The cabin itself belonged to a
friend of the family who used it the few times a year he could tear himself
away from the city to go fishing in the nearby lake. Noelle dug out the cocoa
and sandwiches from her supply sack and set a kettle to heat. Stripping off her
wet clothes, she set them by the fire to dry. She didn’t have any of her own –
her closet up at the village was packed full, so why bother packing?

Noelle’s naughty little inner imp did a jig as she
reached for Will’s duffel bag. Surely he had
something
she could wear.

WILL STEPPED OUT OF the bathroom, warm and mostly dry,
with a towel cinched firmly around his waist, and stopped short. Noelle had
transformed the place. Flames crackled merrily in the fireplace, candles glowed
everywhere, and a pile of blankets and pillows beckoned invitingly from the
overstuffed couch.

“The bedroom’s snowed in, so we’re going to have to
camp out here. Sandwich?”

Will turned to the little kitchen area and nearly
swallowed his tongue.

She was wearing his shirt.

Only his shirt.

The sight of Noelle wrapped in soft blue flannel that
teased him with glimpses of her creamy, toned thighs was enough to have his
spent cock stirring under the towel. He didn’t need to see her lacy white
underthings spread out to dry by the fire to know that she was naked under his
shirt – her unbound breasts swelled against the front, and there wasn’t a hint
of panty line against the curve of those womanly hips.
And he was really
looking.

“Hello? Earth to Will? If you don’t want it, I’m going
to eat them both.”

Numb, Will dropped his clothes in a pile by the fire.
She’d spread the rest of his damp possessions alongside hers to dry. He joined
her in the kitchen area, accepting the sandwich and a cup of cocoa. Her hair was
still drying, but Will still caught a whiff of pumpkin pie.

Does she always smell like that? Hot and spicy and
sweet? Does she taste as good?

He squelched the image of topping her sweet pussy with
whipped cream and eating his fill, instead taking a hefty bite of his sandwich,
which he chewed without tasting.

“Sorry, I had to borrow your shirt. Everything else in
your duffel bag was wet.”

“It’s fine.”

Carrying her plate and mug, she headed for the fireplace,
sitting down on the floor with her legs tucked under her, and started
finger-combing her hair into submission.

Will sank into the armchair next to her and stared at
the fire.

“Feeling better?” Noelle asked.

“Sure.”

If by “better” you mean horny and irritated,
definitely.

“Are you mad at me? About the shower?” she continued,
genuinely curious.

“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

He inhaled the rest of his sandwich, chasing it with a
hefty swig of cocoa before setting the mug down on the coffee table. He could
feel her eyes on him, practically stroking his bare torso with hot blue licks
of flame.

“Noelle…look, this isn’t a good idea. Even if you
weren’t my boss, we’re still going to be working together.”

“I understand,” she said, polishing off her sandwich
and delicately dusting the crumbs away.

But he couldn’t let it drop.

“My head’s not in the best place right now, and you
don’t want to get involved with a guy like me, I promise…”

The tinkle of her laughter surprised him.

“Your wife turned out to be a total soul-sucking
bitch. So what? You’ve had a crappy year, but it’s over now. New job, new life,
new path. There isn’t anything wrong with you that a good night’s sleep and a
blow job wouldn’t fix.”

Will felt his body go tight in a combination of anger,
frustration, and pure lust.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Sure it is. You can’t let your guard down, and you
probably haven’t had sex since your ex cheated on you, so now you’re a seething
cauldron of horny frustration. How often do you jerk off?”

“You don’t know anything about me.” Will gritted the
words out.

“I’m just saying you’d be a hell of a lot happier if
you’d relax and get laid.”

“Are you offering?” He barely managed the words.

Noelle smiled, a siren’s smile.

“I could be convinced.”

He shook his head, disbelieving.

“Sometimes, Will, we all need a little basic human
touch.”

God, I can’t take it.
Despite her flirtatious
manner, she couldn’t be serious. Any second she was going to pull back and
reject him, say she was only kidding, and the knife would go deep. She was
backlit by the fire, a flame-haired goddess in flannel. This kind of torture
was too much – he had to get her to back off. Will leaned back in the armchair
and spread his thighs, letting her see how the material tented over his dick,
which was hard enough to pound nails.

“You think sucking my cock is going to prove
something? Go ahead, be my guest.”

HE DOESN’T THINK I’LL
go through with it
,
Noelle realized, shocked.

Will was gripping the sides of the armchair so tightly
that his knuckles were white, as if she needed any more proof that he really,
really
wanted this. He was beautiful in the firelight, his hard, muscled torso etched
in sharp relief, dusted lightly with gold. His jaw was tight as she scooted
forward on her knees, her pussy already wet and aching.

Yes, this was probably going to get her in trouble
somehow, but she didn’t really care anymore. Will wanted her, and she was so
ready for him it was a miracle she didn’t burst into flames.

“You’re a stubborn man, Will Finley,” she murmured,
settling between his knees.

If possible, he tensed even further when she scraped
her nails along his thighs through the terrycloth. His eyes were stormy and
hot, his entire body frozen, waiting to see what she would do. Noelle kept her
movements slow as she undid the knot, and then peeled the towel back to expose
his straining erection.

Oh my.

Without the wet denim to conceal him, he was even
thicker than she had thought, throbbing with life and heat, the fat crown
flushed a deep pink and already damp, the heavy sac drawn up beneath. He was
hard and long and wonderfully
male
, and Noelle’s fingers tingled as she
wrapped a hand around his base, sliding her fingers into the warm thatch of
neatly-trimmed hair. He gasped at her touch and a pearly bead formed at the
tiny slit.

She arched an eyebrow, watching it tremble before it
broke and slid down toward her fingers.

“Get on with it,” said Will, brusquely. He sounded
like he was trying to hold it together, and she tsked, giving him a gentle
squeeze that had his eyes rolling back.

“There’s no rush,” she murmured.

She finally had him where she wanted him, naked and
spread for her, and she was going to take her time to enjoy it.

WILL WAS COMPLETELY OUT of his depth. He’d never been
with a woman who was so uninhibited, so comfortable taking his body in hand and
using it precisely the way she wanted. She was stroking the shaft now, learning
all the places that made him gasp and whimper with light, teasing fingers.

And she was watching him. His face, the way his chest
heaved as he panted, and his dick.

Vanessa had never looked at his dick like that, with
wide, hungry eyes. When they were dating, he thought she was just shy, with a
distaste for oral sex. She said he was too big to take like that, and after a
while, he’d stopped asking. The sex had been good at first, though later he
suspected that she’d been faking those sedate little orgasms. It didn’t take
long for Will to realize that Vanessa wasn’t really interested in sex more than
once every few weeks, unless she wanted something from him. When that stopped
working, she stopped sleeping with him altogether. He’d spent a lot of time in
the shower during the last year of their marriage.

Which was a blow.

Will always felt he was a simple man. He didn’t have
much finesse, and he never felt comfortable in Vanessa’s high society circles.
But before he’d met her, sex had always been a priority – a hot, hard ride
between a pair of lovely, willing thighs, a soft breath catching in release,
sweet tits pressed up against his chest, and beautiful eyes brimming with
satisfaction, staring into his. He could barely remember the last time he’d had
that.

And now, Noelle Kringle was kneeling before him, in a
rustic mountain cabin during a blizzard, preparing to suck his cock.

“Such a pretty thing,” she murmured, rubbing a circle
into the base with her thumb in a way that was going to turn him into a
blithering idiot in no time.

“There isn’t anything pretty about cock,” he scoffed,
his hips involuntarily thrusting up as she found an especially sensitive spot
and pressed.

Her voice was languorous, full of heat, her gaze
focused on the flesh she held captive.

“Big and hard, so thick it’s going to stretch my
mouth. Pretty. And these. Warm and full.”

 She licked the seam of his heavy sac, and then
laved him with a luxurious stroke of her tongue from root to tip, savoring his
taste with clear relish.

He wanted her naked. If she was going to go through
with this insanity, at the very least she could complete the picture for him.

“Take off the shirt.”

Noelle obediently let him go and sat back on her
haunches. She undid the top button of the shirt, and then another, so that it
gaped, baring the inner curves of her spectacular tits.

She paused.

“Keep going,” he ordered.

Noelle caught her lip between her teeth and cupped her
breasts through the flannel, grinning.

“Tease,” Will breathed.

Noelle pouted.

“Just for that, no nipples for you.”

Will suppressed a snarl. The tight peaks were pressed
against the front of his shirt, molded by the soft flannel, and more than he
wanted to breathe right now he wanted to reach down and rip the material away
to see if her nipples matched the soft pink of her lips. The bare inner swells
of her breasts were going to drive him mad, and his cock jerked as he watched
her chuckle, the movement jiggling the lush flesh.

Her laugh blew across the head of his cock, and then
he felt her tongue, followed by satin lips drawing him in. The sight was as
incredible as the sensation of sinking his cock to the back of her generous
mouth, feeling her hum in approval against his aching flesh.

Suddenly, Will couldn’t handle looking at her. It was
too much, and as she started moving on his dick, eagerly taking as much as she
could in long, suckling pulls, he looked up, desperate for a distraction. A
glimmer of movement caught his attention and he froze.

Across the room, on the wall, was a long mirror,
partially concealed by the hallway. However, from the armchair, Will could see
himself, and he could see Noelle, bent over his lap, eagerly pleasuring him
with her mouth and diabolical stroking hands. Mesmerized, Will watched the
firelight flicker over her hair as her mouth moved on him, and was given
delicious glimpses of the lower curves of her ass as his shirt shifted up her
thighs. He thought he caught a shimmer of wetness and his cock jerked. Noelle
cooed and probed the tiny slit with a curious tongue. Will had to recite
baseball stats to himself before he could open his mouth to speak coherently.

“Spread your thighs.” Was that his voice? That harsh
sexual growl?

She looked up, noted his gaze, and looked over her
shoulder. When she spotted the mirror, she smiled and slowly did as he asked,
spreading herself impossibly wide.
Bless her.
And then she did him one
better, hiking the shirt to her waist and tucking it there, arching her back to
give him an unfettered view of her world-class ass and the swollen pink folds
that were already wet for him. Will’s jaw dropped. Noelle returned to her task,
sucking him into her mouth, setting a rhythm that had sharp talons of pleasure
ripping through him. He held onto the chair for dear life.