Christmas with the Yared Sheikhs: The Complete Series

by North, Leslie

  No way. No way had Noel gone from zero to foreplay, with his apparent goal being to eat her out. She blinked incredulously as he growled into her pussy, and then he tore her panties down over her ankles. His teeth nicked the tight tip of her clit.

  Her head lolled backward, pleasure swarming her, all thoughts vanishing except for one pounding, resonating thrum of bliss. Noel started a slow, methodical rhythm between her legs, his lips, tongue, and fingers stroking, prodding, caressing her in all the right ways. His satisfied groans told her he was enjoying this almost as much as she was.

  “You taste so good, Ana.” His voice was gravelly, muffled between her legs. All she could do was squeak in response. Her hips bucked, and he tugged her hard against his face by the waist. His tongue swirled around her clit, sending sparks shooting through her. She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Her core tightened, the warning signal. She arched her back, moaning as his tongue found the stiff peak of her clit again. She was close. So close. Noel had to know how good he was at this.

  Or maybe she’d just been too starved.

  “Noel,” she started, but couldn’t say more. He suckled at her clit, his long, strong fingers pumping in and out of her. The tidal wave began; heat shuddered through her, light exploding behind her eyelids. A strange noise escaped her, and then her whole body went rigid. Noel didn’t stop, didn’t ease up as the pleasure spilled and spilled and spilled.

  When the orgasm had receded, she was gelatin on the cushion. Noel rested his chin on her thigh, mischief in his gaze.

  “You…” She began, draping an arm over her eyes. Her whole world was swirling. “You never took your clothes off.”

  “Correct.”

  She grunted, pushing up onto her elbows. “You tease.”

  Noel ran a thumb along his lower lip, his mouth glistening slightly from the meal between her legs. He fiddled with the buttons on his shirt sleeves, his jaw flexing. Ana pushed to sitting, scooting over to his side. He wanted to take it slow with her. But she wanted more from him. And now.

  “I need to take matters into my own hands, then,” she said into his ear. She nipped at his earlobe, moving her hands to the buttons on his shirt. She captured his lips in a kiss, undoing the buttons one by one. His shirt was hanging open a moment later, revealing the tawny expanse of his chest. His dime-sized nipples were tight, a sprinkling of black chest hair greeting her fingers as they tripped down over his washboard abs.

  And his pants. She ran her palm over the noted bulge between his legs, the silky black material cool to the touch. His nostrils flared when her hand grazed his cock, but he didn’t break her gaze.

  “I think you’re the tease,” he murmured, pressing his lips to hers. She tasted wisps of herself in his kiss. When they broke apart, Noel stood, making quick work of his belt buckle. “And maybe I can’t wait any longer either.”

  His pants crumpled to the ground, revealing red boxer briefs that tented in the middle. She inhaled sharply, reaching for the bulge. She caressed the weight of his balls through the underwear, and then yanked the garment down. His cock sprang free, bobbing heavy and thick, framed by neatly trimmed black hair. He stepped out of his clothes while Ana gawked, and then he was sitting on the couch again a moment later.

  “Come here.” The command was husky, strained. He had a condom wrapper in his hand, but she hadn’t seen where he’d gotten it. His cock was too glorious for her to care about anything else. Noel guided her back on top of him, straddling him. The swollen tip of his cock grazed her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

  “Let’s see how long I last with you wrapped around me,” he murmured, tearing at the wrapper with his teeth. He revealed the shiny new condom, rolled it on, then sent her a look that nearly pushed her over the edge again.

  Her thighs were shaking as he guided her downward, his cockhead slipping in easily. They both groaned, and suddenly she remembered why sex was the best thing ever, why she’d been avoiding it, why she should probably keep avoiding it.

  This feeling, this moment, this fullness. It was too good. And somehow, it was even better with Noel.

  He filled her slowly as she sank downward, fingernails biting into the hard ridge of his shoulders. His breath came out in labored puffs, his hands gripping her ass so hard she thought he might bruise her. When she sat all the way down on him, had taken every last inch of him inside her, electricity shivered between them. Fireworks exploded.

  Except they were real ones.

  Behind her, through the open balcony window, the fireworks display had begun. Recognition shone on his face, but neither of them said anything. Not when it felt like this, not when there was a whole symphony of sensations tremoring between them. Noel drilled up into her, taking her breath away. Her head lolled back. Another firework popped, the boom and hiss keeping time with their movements. In the distance, cheers erupted.

  “Oh, Ana,” he breathed, grinding against her. She was totally at his mercy. All she could do was hang on.

  “Noel,” she moaned, wanting to say more, but unable to. Couldn’t find the words. Her breath. The energy to spare. He moved beneath her, a steady and intense rhythm that drove her mad. Finally, her voice came back. “Don’t stop.”

  He grunted again, gathering her close to him, smashing her breasts against his chest. Their bodies bumped and rocked. Friction sparked, another warning bell. His breath came out in hot puffs at her ear.

  “You feel so amazing,” he moaned, grinding his hips in a long, slow circle. He was fucking her senseless. “I’m so close.”

  “So am I,” she whimpered, feeling the churn of pleasure deep inside yet again. He could make her come twice in less than a half hour. She clung to him, her breasts jiggling as he drove into her again. “Oh, Noel. Don’t stop! I’m coming!”

  Noel ground into her, his cock reaching so deep she thought it might go straight through her. Warmth spread through her, another explosive orgasm making the rounds through her limbs and senses. A gravelly moan escaped him, and he stilled against her, his abs twitching as he came.

  “Ohhhhh my God.” She was a blubbering mess. Pure gelatin and satisfaction. She could hardly hold her head up. Fireworks boomed in the distance. “Hoooooly crap.”

  Noel laughed weakly, stroking her hair as she rested her head on his shoulder. Their skin was sticky and hot. Nothing felt wrong about this moment. About this evening.

  “Look here.” Noel guided her to lying so her head hung off the edge of the couch. Through the open balcony doors, bright explosions of red and yellow dotting the dark sky. Noel lay beside her, propping his head up on a hand.

  Ana smiled out at the display, the booms and hisses the only sound between them. Then she looked over at Noel, at the smile stuck to his face, the sheen of sweat coating his broad shoulders. The fireworks reflected in his eyes. That was the real show to her. This god of a man, the refined athlete, stripped naked and satisfied.

  She grinned, trailing a finger along his jawline. “This is the best fireworks show I’ve ever been to.”

  12

  Noel hummed to himself, checking his watch as he trotted through the dark, quiet palace hallways. Daybreak was coming, which meant Ana would be up.

  Their daily runs hadn’t faltered despite their now-frequent kisses and touches in the halls between work. Except for the morning after their night of explosive sex on his couch, which lasted well past the fireworks and into the wee hours of the morning. They’d taken the next morning off. Post-sex recuperation, she’d called it.

  Noel tried to squash a flutter of excitement. He hadn’t felt like this in…years. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been so genuinely excited to see a woman. To check in with her, to hear her stories. Not even his last serious girlfriend had lit him up like this.

  This is the best type of fling. It felt like sage advice he could offer himself. Because it could only be a fling, why not make it the most memorable fling of his life? He came up to her door, knuckles up to k
nock. The door opened before he could make a sound.

  “I’m here,” she said, looking fresh faced and sparkling for so early in the morning. Noel grinned, leaning in for a kiss.

  “You must have felt me coming,” he said, as she slipped out and shut the door quietly behind her. They hadn’t been able to have another nighttime meetup since the fireworks several nights ago. Between her work schedule, Linh, and his own official obligations around the city, their next chance for a bedroom rendezvous was up in the air. It didn’t stop him from thinking about her every second of every day, though.

  “I always feel when you come,” she murmured, nudging him with a wink. A laugh escaped him. Life was never dull with Ana.

  “Yes, you’re quite loud yourself,” he teased, starting a jog. She kept pace, sending him a fiery look.

  “Only because what you do with those lips should be illegal.”

  He grinned, cock twitching in his pants. They’d had sex five times that night, but he could have gone for a full week without leaving that bedroom. Something about her made him ravenous.

  “Are you telling me I shouldn’t try again, then?” He nudged her with his elbow as they jogged out into the gardens, choosing the stone path that led around the side of the palace to the garages.

  “Absolutely not.” Their jog was faster than normal, probably because of their conversation topic. At this rate, they’d exhaust themselves halfway through their run. He slowed his pace a little, but Ana wasn’t having it.

  “Come on, slowpoke.” She looked over her shoulder, a wild grin on her face. “I’ve got a lot of energy to burn off.”

  He couldn’t say no to that. “All right, then. Game on.”

  Their run that day was another mountain journey, up winding, dusty roads flanked by sycamore and juniper trees. Halfway up the hill, they jogged in place at an overlook that revealed the glittering, early morning city in its sleepy glory. Ana pointed toward the palace in the distance. “Look, that’s where you gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

  Her words rattled around inside him as they continued their jog. She was stroking his ego, for sure. But her words didn’t sound false to him. She’d given him the best orgasm of his life, as well. And that was scary, because it was just a fling.

  But it’s the best fling of your life. Don’t forget that.

  Still, anxiety made quiet steps through him. The thought of relinquishing Ana at some point after the Christmas celebrations didn’t sit well with him. It was better to just not think about it. Enjoy this for now.

  They jogged up the mountain for over an hour. His calves burned after all the twisting and turning, and he could tell Ana had been pushed to her limits. At the summit, the road wound toward their secret destination: a cabin-themed hideaway resort with hot springs. Ana jogged past the entrance, probably figuring they’d begin their trek downhill.

  “Let’s stop for a rest.” He jerked his head toward the long drive disappearing between trees. “I want to take you in here.”

  She blinked a few times, looking down the long pathway. A sign in Arabic said the hotel name, but he knew she couldn’t read it. “What is it?”

  “A surprise.” He headed for a post-and-rail fence, using it to stretch out his calves. Ana followed suit, curiosity etched on her face.

  “What kind of surprise?”

  “A surprise that you’ll like,” he said.

  She snorted. “That’s helpful.”

  After they stretched, he reached for her hand. He’d called the resort owner the day before to book a private hot springs bath. With no prying eyes, either. He led her down the stone drive, excitement burbling up inside him.

  “Whatever this is, I think I like it,” she said, tilting her head back to look up at the trees. The path curved, their footsteps falling softly in the calm, cool morning. Sunlight blazed its bright trail across the sky, making everything glittery and glowing. The wooden lodge came into view up ahead. Curiosity spiked in the air between them.

  “Hmmm,” she said. “Maybe this is your secret getaway?”

  “Our secret getaway,” he corrected, pulling open the door for her. “Just for today.”

  Inside the lodge, Middle Eastern tapestries bedecked an otherwise rustic cabin feel. Throw pillows littered the foyer, candles already burning. At a wide, wooden front desk, the receptionist greeted them, beckoning them to follow.

  Noel watched Ana’s face as they wound through clean, homey hallways. The scent of jasmine hung in the air. The receptionist led them through a back door, through another series of twisting privacy fences, and then they were at the private hot springs.

  Ana gasped as the receptionist took his leave. The spring burbled bright blue, steamy in the early morning. Beyond the pool area, which sat on the edge of the mountain, Maatkare stretched before them.

  The view was theirs. The spring was theirs. Ana turned to Noel with amazement on her face.

  “You sly dog,” she whispered, taking his hands in hers.

  “Adults-only time,” he murmured, cupping her face in his hands. They shared a sweet kiss, one that made his chest twist. When they parted, he tugged at her shirt.

  “Isn’t that guy coming back?” she asked.

  He laughed. “No. This is all ours. Promise.”

  She relaxed then, and he slid her top off. Towels were folded into neat squares on chaise longues by the stairs into the pool. She shimmied out of her running shorts as he tore off his own clothes. A moment later, they were naked and grinning at each other.

  “After you,” he said, gesturing toward the pool.

  Ana hurried to the steps leading down into the round, steaming pool. As soon as her toes dipped in, she gave an appreciative moan.

  “This,” she said, “is the best way to relax after a run.”

  “And if we don’t want to run back after our extracurriculars, I can call the car.” He flashed a grin, easing into the steaming water behind her. She released a shuddery groan once she was floating in the middle of the pool.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this sooner.” Her tone was stern, but her gaze was sparkling. He swam closer to her, loving the contrast of the cool morning air and the medicinally hot water.

  “Maybe I needed some way to woo you further,” he whispered, circling her closely.

  “Like the fireworks orgasm show wasn’t quite enough.” She arched a brow.

  “One can never know with Western women,” he teased, reaching out for her. He pulled her into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist underwater.

  “This feels very therapeutic,” she murmured, lips finding his jawline. A shiver raced through him, despite the hot water. He hoisted her slightly, his semi-hard cock finding that sweet seam between her legs. She inhaled sharply.

  “I think you’re the most therapeutic of all.” He buried his lips in her hair, drinking in the soft scent there. Lavender and berries. It had already seared itself into his memory.

  “They say you aren’t supposed to fuck in hot tubs and stuff,” she said, cinching her arms around his neck. “But I don’t care. We can do it.”

  He scanned the area, looking for a suitable way to drive them both to the heights of pleasure. Gripping her by the ass cheeks, he guided her to the side of the pool near the steps. He set her gently on the edge, so her feet dangled into the water. Standing on the second step gave him the perfect leverage to meet her right where it counted. He nudged himself between her legs.

  “Oh, now this is going to be nice,” she murmured, sliding her hands over his shoulders. Her wet hair was slicked back behind her head, barely brushing the tops of her shoulders. Naked, goosebumps on her skin, hair slicked, and legs open. There wasn’t a finer sight.

  “More than nice, I’d wager,” he said, skipping kisses over her collarbone. He cupped her breasts in his hands, tweaking each nipple in turn with his fingertips. She arched her back, a low moan escaping her. Her moans were the sexiest; they did things to him that no other woman had. He
jerked her closer to him, his cockhead finding her juicy folds.

  “Yesss,” she hissed, “Right there.”

  He ran his cock back and forth over the tight tip of her clit, watching her face as it creased with pleasure. He could watch her all day and still want more. Ana was a fascinating gemstone, something rare in his world. Beautiful, hard edged, glittering.

  “I didn’t bring a condom,” he admitted. Truthfully, fucking in the hot springs had not been the idea. Relaxation for sore muscles had been the initial motivation. But of course, they went straight for the good stuff.

  “It’s okay.” The words tumbled out of her. “I can’t have kids. By choice,” she added quickly to stave off the usual awkward sympathy that result from the statement. “And I’m clean.”

  He ran his lips along her jawline, steeling himself so he didn’t press himself inside her immediately. “I am too. Are you sure you want to?”

  She nodded, hooking her arm around his neck. “Please. I need it. I’ll die if you don’t.”

  A low chuckle burst out, but he didn’t waste any time. He surged forward, his cock finding her entrance without a moment’s hesitation. He pressed himself into her, finding that slick, hot canal primed and ready for him. He groaned low, easing in slowly, enjoying every inch until he couldn’t go any farther. Ana panted, her ankles crossed behind him.

  “Holy crap,” she breathed. “It’s like I forgot how good it actually was.”

  His head spun as he beheld her, her velvety heat wrapped tight around him. She was a heady combination of tightness and warmth and softness and mischief. He pulled back, almost all the way out, and then slammed into her again, gripping her by the hips. A shaky breath slid out of her.

  “God, Noel.”

  So she liked what he had to offer. Which was good, because after getting a taste of Ana, he wasn’t sure he wanted to taste anyone else.

  “You like this?” He pulled out slowly, then slammed into her again. She wilted visibly in his arms, and he propped her up, kept her steady. He ground into her, a slow roll, watching the way her mouth parted.