The Kringle Girls - Collection (14 page)

Oh God, I’m not going to last.

Her mouth on his dick was bad enough, but the sight of
what had to be the prettiest, plumpest, sexiest pink pussy in the world, bare
and gleaming in the firelight, on display for him as she sucked, was going to
shatter him into a million pieces.

WILL’S HARSH GROAN WAS music to Noelle’s ears, and she
rewarded him with the lightest of scrapes of her teeth over the sensitive head
of his cock, a move that had him surging upward in helpless pleasure. She would
have grinned if her mouth weren’t stretched around his hard flesh. She could do
this for hours. Noelle hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the simple touch
of skin against skin during her long months of celibacy. She like giving head,
liked the feel of Will’s cock in her mouth – it was intimate in a way that a
mindless quickie often wasn’t. Despite her adventurous nature, she didn’t do it
very often, though more than one man had begged for it.

She flickered her tongue over the little slit, tasting
musk and salt and something all Will’s own. He moaned, so she did it again.

Oh
yeah
, it was coming back to her.

The way he moved his hips under her should be illegal.
She had no trouble imagining him between her thighs, pumping his big dick up
into her soft, hungry pussy. Her clit throbbed and her whole lower body was one
big ache, but pleasuring him with her mouth, having him at her mercy, was too
deliciously thrilling to give up just yet.

Will had been watching her mouth, but now his eyes
darted restlessly between her lips and the reflection in the mirror, and she
didn’t think he was even aware that he was talking – hot, dirty little things
that made her
so fucking
wet
.

“Suck, baby. Just like that. Take a little more, show
me how much you like those sweet lips wrapped around my cock.”

Noelle took more, sucked harder, the ache between her
thighs building, and a trickle of hot moisture sliding down her inner thigh.

“Sweet little pussy, so wet and ready for me.”

She couldn’t help the hungry whimper that escaped her
lips, and then her heart melted as he felt his hands in her hair, his fingers
stroking her cheeks.

“Ah, Noelle…”

Come
, she ordered silently, and
sucked
as her fingers found a soft, sensitive spot behind his balls that had him
shouting her name as his seed flooded her mouth in a hot explosion. His fingers
clenched in her hair, his head flung back, his body stretched tight on a rack
of pure pleasure.

It was glorious.

WILL WAS FLOATING IN a haze of pleasure somewhere high
above the Earth. When he came down to his body in the armchair, he found he was
trembling as shudders of pleasure raked him from head to toe. Noelle was
watching him, delight shining in her beautiful blue eyes as she lapped his
spent cock, still snuggled between his legs. By the time he could form a
coherent thought, she’d let him go and was petting his balls like he’d done
something praiseworthy, pressing soft kisses to his abdomen.

It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to
haul her into his lap and tuck her against his chest, one hand cupping her ass
as she nuzzled his chest. He’d never felt pleasure like that, but along with it
came confusion.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, his voice a hoarse
rumble.

“I wanted to.” She kissed his chest. “There are
condoms in my bag.”

A horrible suspicion entered his mind.

“I don’t need a pity fuck.”

Noelle snorted indelicately and rubbed a circle around
his nipple, which beaded instantly under her finger.

“If anyone should be pitied in this scenario, it’s me.
I haven’t had sex in months.”

“So you just want cock.”

“I want your cock.”

His body was still buzzing, and even his tired cock
gave an enthusiastic
Hell, yeah
for that statement. But Will ignored it.

“But anyone with a dick will do?”

“Why are you getting so bent out of shape? We’re stuck
for the night, we’re attracted to each other.”

Suddenly tense, Will lifted her off his lap and
abandoned the armchair, cinching the towel around his waist – a futile attempt
at self-preservation.

“Sex isn’t supposed to be the equivalent to lending
the neighbor a cup of sugar, Noelle. It’s supposed to mean something.”

She was curled up in the armchair, looking hurt. It
made him feel like a total bastard. At least the damned shirt had fallen back
over her thighs, covering her sweet cleft. Maybe he could hide the fact that he
was dying to reciprocate, to feel her soft, wet heat against his tongue.

“I don’t sleep with strangers just to get off.” He
drove the spike deeper and watched pain fill her eyes.

“So I’m just a slut?”

“No. But I don’t know what you are.”

NOELLE’S DREAM OF A night of hot, strings-free sex was
quickly being ruined by the fact that Will’s conscience wasn’t interested in a
three-way. Apparently, he couldn’t just let go of his past, and seemed
determined to cast her in the same light as his bitchy ex-wife. She didn’t tell
him that once upon a time she’d tried meaningful and romantic, but that most
men couldn’t see past her voluptuous figure to the woman beneath. It was safer
to keep things physical. Besides, she wasn’t going to take the blame for his
hangup – she hadn’t done anything wrong.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that. I did.”

Will glared and Noelle watched his eyes start to burn
as she licked her lips. She could still taste him, and her clit throbbed.
Sucking him off had simply revved her up. She didn’t want to argue, and she
refused to apologize for herself. She wanted him to tease and touch her until
she couldn’t think about her pitiful love life, to pin her down with his warm
hard strength and fill her with that thick shaft, and let her pretend that he
was hers, not just for the night, but forever.

Talk about a pity fuck indeed. Why did he have to
turn this into something it wasn’t?

She stood and grabbed a blanket from the couch.

What are you doing?

“If you don’t want to play, I’m going to sleep. You
can take the couch.”

WILL COULD FEEL THE outrage building in him, and
clenched his fists to contain it.

“You are not sleeping on the floor, Noelle. We can
share the couch.”

“And have you stay up, worried that I’m going to take
advantage of you? I don’t think so.”

She busied herself shaking out the blanket and
spreading it on the floor.

“I’m not worried,” he muttered, but part of him was.
She’d proven most effectively that he had no self-control when it came to her
advances.

“Well, I am.”

“What does that mean?”

Her eyes flashed fire.

“That even though you’re kind of an asshole and I’m
beginning to see why your ex-wife left you, I can’t seem to keep my hands off
of you. Goodnight.”

In thirty seconds she’d folded herself into created a
makeshift sleeping wrap in front of the fire. A moment later, a piece of balled
up flannel hit him in the face.

“Here’s your stupid shirt.”

Naked. She was naked.

And he was an idiot.

Will closed his eyes and admitted the truth. Noelle
didn’t feel like a stranger or a one-night stand. She felt like the woman he’d
been waiting his whole life to meet. So what if their pasts were both a little
spotty – his with a monumentally long stretch of bad decisions, and hers with a
string of meaningless sexual encounters. That didn’t mean that they couldn’t
start from here, and for the first time in years, Will started to consider his
future. And that future, as of this moment, included Noelle.

He hoped this warm and fuzzy feeling wasn’t just the
spectacular blow job talking.

Grabbed her bag, Will sat down on the edge of the
armchair, and started rummaging.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Noelle sat up, clutching the blanket to those fabulous
breasts, her hair tumbling around her, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Looking for condoms.”

He’d shocked her. He was going to shock her some more.

Will found the box at the bottom of the bag, next to a
couple of objects he couldn’t identify. He pulled out, and for a second his
brain went blank.

She’d packed her vibrator and a tube of lube. Will
grinned.

“I see you like them big.”

Noelle was eyeing him warily.

“What makes you think I’m going to let you fuck me
now?”

“You can’t keep your hands off me, remember?”

“Maybe I don’t want to fuck strangers anymore. You’re
right, the one-night stand thing is getting old. From now on, I’m going to hold
out for someone who really wants me for more than just a quickie.”

Will dropped the towel, gratified at the tiny whimper
that escaped her lips. He was erect, swollen and throbbing as though he hadn’t
come a few minutes ago. Noelle’s eyes were like saucers, and she’d let the
blanket slip to bare the upper slopes of her incredible breasts.

He was dying to see those nipples.

“Trust me, there isn’t going to be anything quick
about this.”

“And tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, we’ll put our clothes back on and dig the truck
out, and maybe over the eight hour drive to your parents’ place, we can talk
about new beginnings. For both of us.”

Still, she hesitated.

“It’s the best I can do, Noelle.” Will was feeling
desperate and horny, and still confused by the odd tenderness he felt – he
thought that part of his heart had dried up forever, and yet here was a goddess
sitting at his feet who felt like his future. “God, you make me feel – I don’t
know. Maybe because it’s Christmas.”

“Christmas is about believing in things,” she murmured.
“Good things.”

She let the blanket drop.

Very good things.

Full and round, with mouthwatering, berry-sized
nipples, her tits were everything he’d imagined and more. He dropped to his
knees, joining her on the blanket.

“Now, you know that I’m going to have to spend the
rest of the night fucking you blind.”

“It’s either that or we play cards. The only game I
know is Go Fish, by the way.”

His laugh was cut off as she wrapped her arms around
his neck and pulled him down to kiss her, a wet, delicious meeting of lips and
tongues and teeth that in no way felt at all meaningless.

NOELLE EVENTUALLY HAD TO breathe, and pulled back,
panting. Will rested his forehead against hers, his big hands learning her
curves in intimate detail, stroking her waist, her back, cupping her ass, and
petting the gentle swell of her belly.

“What you did before – my ex would never – ”

“Never?”

Noelle was shocked. Any sane woman lucky enough to
have Will in her bed would be devouring him in greedy bites at the first
opportunity. She’d enjoyed every second of his cock in her mouth and couldn’t
wait to do it again.

“Vanessa wasn’t that interested in sex.”

“Talk about missing out.” Noelle slid her hands down
to squeeze his ass and pull his hips against hers. He sucked in a surprised
breath. “Sounds like we’ve both had a dry run of it lately.”

“There are so many things I want to do to you,” Will
murmured.

“Anything,” Noelle offered, breathless, “anything at
all.”

Heat sparked in his eyes and her pussy clenched. Her
fantasy list was pretty long, and she wondered how long it would take to get
through all of them. She wondered if he’d meant it about starting over with
her. She wondered if she was ready for an actual relationship.

Will didn’t give her time to think about it, but
lowered her back to the blanket.

“Hook your hands under your knees and spread yourself
for me.”

She swallowed, but nodded, and slowly did as he asked,
using her hands to hold her thighs high and wide, giving him what he wanted –
her pussy open and on display, waiting for him.

“So pretty,” he murmured, but didn’t touch.

She squirmed under his intense scrutiny.

“Stay still, baby, and let me play.”

He lowered himself over her, braced on rigid arms so that
he only touched her with his mouth. Noelle moaned as Will cruised his lips
along her collarbone, and then placed a line of kisses down the center of her
body to her navel. He spent a few minutes tasting the sensitive little cup
before kissing his way north again, flicking first one nipple and then the
other with his tongue.

She gasped at the heat that punched straight to her
clit.

“Like that?” he asked, and didn’t wait for an answer,
but sucked one hard nipple into his mouth.

It was all Noelle could do to hold onto her knees as
he nibbled, swirled, and suckled, pulling hot little sounds from her throat.

“God, you do taste like pumpkin pie. All over,” he
murmured in wonder, and moved to her other breast.

Noelle couldn’t bring herself to comment. He was driving
her crazy, and if he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to melt away like a
snowflake in a furnace. Luckily, he didn’t seem to expect a response as he
nibbled his way down her body, nipping one spread thigh before soothing the
spot with a hot, sucking kiss.

“Please, Will – ”

“Don’t rush me.”

She quaked when he
finally
settled on his
elbows, his breath warm against her sensitive folds, and cupped her ass.

“Sweet little pussy. I’m going to lick it until you
scream for me, Noelle.”

Will grinned as she whimpered, and pressed a gentle
kiss to her swollen clit before his tongue came out to lick the bundle of
nerves. Sensation shot up Noelle’s spine and she dropped her knees to grab his
hair as he chuckled, and then set his mouth to her folds, his eyes hot with
purpose. Her thoughts fractured as he consumed her, learning her with his lips
and tongue and the gentle scrape of teeth. He’d clearly missed doing this, and
was making up for lost time, but Noelle wasn’t sure she’d survive his
enthusiasm. Her pussy was already pulsing, desperate for relief, and she
twisted on the blanket. He didn’t seem to mind, using his fingers to spread her
further.