“Spencer… It’s too much … too much…” Noelle’s body jerks beneath my mouth.
I know she’s coming, but I want to hear her say it. “Tell me, Noelle,” I insist. “Say it.”
“I’m … oh, yes … coming,” she groans, her head tipping back, her beautiful neck exposed.
I instantly scramble over her, my dick so hard it hurts. The condom I took from my jeans earlier is lying on the bed. Without haste, I roll it on while I watch her. Unable to wait another minute, I align our bodies and slowly push inside.
Christ, she’s so damn tight. Too tight. I don’t want to hurt her, but I need to be sheathed inside her. I’m desperate for it. Never in my life have I wanted a woman like I want Noelle. It’s dangerous. For both of us.
I claim her mouth once again, inhaling her moans while her fingernails dig into my back. I want her to scratch me, to send fire burning across my skin. Anything to counter this unbelievable need, to temporarily distract me before I come too fast, too hard.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I mutter when she clutches me with her thighs.
“You won’t,” she counters. “Need to feel all of you, Spencer. Now!”
I chuckle at her insistence, then surge forward, filling her completely.
A sharp cry rattles my eardrums and I still, terrified that I did hurt her. I wait patiently until she opens her eyes and looks at me.
“Good?”
Her smile is radiant. “Better than good…” She sighs. “Be even better if you’d move.”
Damn, she’s so feisty.
I withdraw slowly, then push in again, working my dick into her tight pussy. Holding back is harder than it looks.
“Please,” she whispers, her tongue sliding over my lower lip. “Fuck me, Spencer. I won’t break.”
I’m not so sure about that, but her words make me crazy.
“That’s what I want to hear,” I tell her, driving into her, then retreating before I slam into her again.
Sitting up on my knees, I bend her legs toward her chest, holding her knees open so I can impale her again and again. Her juices glisten on my cock, driving me out of my mind. I watch as my dick disappears inside her body.
I’m close. My release inevitable. It’s too much. Too good.
“I won’t come until you do,” I inform her.
“I can’t,” she rasps.
“You can. You will.”
I piston my hips, fucking her harder, faster, deeper, while I keep my eyes locked with hers. The way Noelle stares back at me awakens something inside me. That possessive feeling has intensified. I know it’s insane, but I can’t stop it. I need this. Need her.
I fondle her clit with one hand, continuing to thrust into her over and over.
Her eyes widen and I know she’s close.
“Spencer…” Noelle’s head tilts back, her breasts thrust upward, her beautiful body tightening around me.
“Tell me.”
“I’m … close … so close…”
I slam into her, my dick surging in and out of her pussy. My spine tingles, my release barreling down on me. I can’t hold back. She’s pushing me over the edge and she doesn’t even realize it.
“Noelle!” I roar, needing her to…
“Yes! Spencer, yes! Coming!”
Oh, fuck.
Her body grips me, squeezing me, milking my dick. I slam into her one last time, my orgasm stealing my breath as well as my sanity.
Only then do I realize that I’ve never felt anything like that.
Never.
Noelle
I’M NOT SURE IF MINUTES have passed or hours, but when I finally do get my bearings, I realize Spencer is still breathing hard, so I don’t think it’s been all that long. Then again, he did totally rock my world, so maybe it takes time for a hockey player to recover from activity not on the ice.
Spencer raises his head, his lips sliding over my neck.
Or not.
“You okay?”
I don’t even know how to answer that. Something tells me I need to play this off, pretend it wasn’t nearly as earth-moving as it was.
“Just dandy.”
Spencer chuckles, the sound deep, gravelly. I love hearing him laugh. He hasn’t done it much lately. Usually he’s as laid-back as they come. Around me, anyway. We’ve always had an easy friendship. Probably because this whole issue of potential intercourse was never a concern.
Boy, were we wrong.
I think he has officially ruined me for other men. And even I know that was tame compared to what he could offer.
Part of me is waiting to see if he’s going to leave. I figure he will, but I don’t want to project my hopes on him. I’m not letting the universe in on this little secret of mine. I need Spencer to make a decision one way or the other.
I’ve never been the insecure type. I don’t get all googly-eyed over guys. Even previous boyfriends have learned I’m pretty much a go-with-the-flow kind of girl. The couple of times I’ve been truly infatuated, I’ve secretly wanted more, made an effort to get what I want, but I still managed to hang on to my dignity. I want him to stay, but only because I’d like a replay of that. Like I said, it’s been a long time since I’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced.
When Spencer finally rolls away and gets to his feet, I hold my breath, refusing to be disappointed. I hear him go into the bathroom and close the door. I’m not sure how this is supposed to go from here. Do I get up? Walk him out? Pretend to be asleep and let him sneak out?
Despite what happened between us, I do want to remain Spencer’s friend. I don’t blame him for what we did. Based on the ground-shaking orgasms, we both needed that. That doesn’t mean there isn’t a weirdness factor. He’s my best friend’s brother. I’m reminded of that constantly.
When the bathroom door opens, I have to make a decision. Facing this thing head on is the only way I know to go. Letting him slink out of here seems wrong. If he wants to go, I want him to be man enough to tell me.
When he returns, I notice that he’s still naked. That’s a good sign.
“You still awake?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I roll back over when he joins me on the bed, once more hovering over me.
I like how big he is, how feminine he makes me feel.
“Good.” His lips brush mine.
“Why good?” It seems I managed to find my voice again.
“Because I’m not done with you yet.”
“No?”
“God, no. We’ve got the rest of the night, right?”
I nod, unsure if I could say anything at all. It’s clear he has put a time limit on this. I would prefer more than one night, but okay. I can do this. I’m a big girl. It’s the twenty-first century. A woman is entitled to demand mind-blowing sex with a man and not expect long-term commitment.
I’m certainly on board with the mind-blowing part.
His hand cups my breast, his fingers tweaking my nipple, sending electrical pulses straight to my clit. I like the way he touches me.
“Spencer…”
“Hmm?”
This might ruin the moment, but I feel it must be said. “I … uh…”
His head lifts, his eyes meeting mine, curiosity in his heated gaze.
“I don’t want anyone to know about this.”
For a second, he seems to be studying me, probably once again trying to probe my brain.
“You mean my sister?”
“I mean anyone. This is … fun. But no one can find out.”
He nods, but I’m not sure he’s in complete agreement. That worries me. I don’t want to become locker room fodder. I don’t want other players to start hitting on me because they believe I’m easy.
“Please,” I add, urging him to agree.
“No one will find out, No
elle. I promise.” He grins. “Now, about the rest of tonight…”
“What did you have in mind?” More of that, I hope.
I like the way Spencer feels above me, how warm and solid his body is. He’s quiet for so long it starts to make me nervous. I don’t want him thinking. I’m not interested in serious. I don’t want to talk about feelings or what might happen tomorrow. I know he doesn’t want that, either.
“I’ve got toys,” I blurt, feeling my face heat as soon as the words are out.
A smile pulls at his sensual mouth. “Toys?”
I nod. “Lots of them.”
“Show me.”
I’m not getting out of bed, no way. I point to my nightstand. “Bottom drawer.”
Spencer leans over me, practically crushing me into the mattress. I hear the drawer open, and then a long, low whistle escapes him.
“Sweetheart, who uses these toys on you?”
“Me.” No reason to lie to him.
Spencer retrieves a long string of beads, holding them up. “Even these?”
Now I’m seriously blushing. “Okay, fine. Not all of them, no. I haven’t used those yet.”
“But you know what they are?” He chuckles.
I make sure my voice sounds indignant. “Of course I do. They’re anal beads. If you’d like, I can demonstrate on you how they’re used.”
“I’ll pass,” he says, still grinning. “But I’m open to testing them out on you.”
Spencer moves off of me, obviously interested in what’s in my drawer.
“Anal beads,” he muses. “Vibrators … and this…?”
He holds up a giant black rubber dildo. I laugh. It’s one of those that’s supposed to look like a real penis. Veins and all.
He turns it over, casts a curious look my way. “A suction cup?”
Duh. “For the shower.”
“Christ, woman.” He sounds completely baffled.
Good. It’s about time he realizes what he’s gotten himself into.
He rummages through the drawer. I think he’s looking for something, but I don’t know what. I’m sure he’ll find it, though. Like I said, I’m equipped because I know what pleases me. I’m not the sweet, innocent girl most people assume I am. Not when it comes to sex anyway.
When Spencer climbs over me again, his eyes are glowing.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Noelle.”
I smile. I like the sound of that.
Probably more than I should.
12
Spencer
BECAUSE THE WOMAN HAS BEEN my sister’s best friend for so long, I honestly thought I knew her. Based on this drawer, I was clearly mistaken. I’ve always known Noelle was a wild woman, but fuck. I think the underlying innocence she portrays is an act. I was mistaken to think she couldn’t handle me. I think it’s reversed.
And now I want to do dirty things to her. Really dirty things. All night long.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, watching her closely.
“Yes,” she answers simply. There isn’t an ounce of hesitation in her tone.
“Good.” I smile.
I hold up the small vibrator. “Take this.”
She reaches for it.
“I want to see you use it.”
A blush creeps over her again, but she lowers her hand, the blunt tip of the vibrator sliding between her pussy lips. I’m fascinated by every movement, the way she easily flips it on, sliding it against her slick flesh. When she pushes it inside her, I hold my breath.
A soft moan rumbles in her chest and I peer up at her face. Her eyes are closed and she’s lost in the moment.
“Fuck yourself, Noelle. Show me what you like.”
She begins pushing the pink toy inside. Slow, easy. Her nipples pebble, her stomach muscles clenching. The woman knows how to pleasure herself, and that’s sexy as fucking hell.
“Turn over. But don’t stop doing that.”
Noelle rolls over, tucking one hand beneath her head, the other still working between her thighs.
While I try to process all the things I want to do to this woman, I move behind her and straddle her thighs, careful not to put my full weight on her. I open the bottle of sensual massage oil I found in the drawer and squeeze some over her back. Starting with her shoulders, I begin massaging her, enjoying the way her skin—so obscenely soft—feels beneath my fingers.
“Mmmm.”
“You like that?” It’s obvious she does.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Just wait,” I tell her.
For several minutes, I work on her back, spreading the oil into her skin while she leisurely penetrates herself with that toy. Every now and then, I caress the sides of her breasts, dipping my fingers beneath her body to tweak her nipples. Only long enough to tease. As I work lower, I add more oil, then focus on her ass. Her perfect ass. The taut, round globes fit perfectly in my hands, and I’m completely mesmerized.
I allow my thumbs to slide between her cheeks, grazing her intimately. She’s moaning softly and I’m not even sure she realizes she’s doing it. I take it as encouragement, continuing. Touching, teasing. I press one fingertip against her asshole, testing her boundaries. I won’t do anything she doesn’t want to do.
“Spencer…”
“Tell me, Noelle. What do you want?”
“I can’t,” she says softly.
“You can’t tell me?”
Noelle shakes her head.
Leaning over her, I nip her shoulder with my teeth, sliding my middle finger between the globes of her ass, teasing her more, pushing in deeper.
“Yes,” she hisses, pushing back against me.
“Anyone ever take you here?” I ask, wanting to know the answer more than I can admit.
“No.”
I believe her. God help me, I believe her, and I want to be the only man who has had the pleasure of breaching her ass.
With the tip of my finger, I fondle her hole, pushing in to the first knuckle. I can feel the hard ridge of the vibrator against my finger.
“Oh, yes…” Noelle pushes back against me.
I continue to kiss her neck, nibbling on her skin while I finger her asshole, pushing in slowly, retreating. I push in deeper, second knuckle.
“Noelle…” Fuck, I can hardly breathe.
“No talking,” she says, moaning long and low in her throat. “Just do it, Spencer. Do whatever you want to me.”
Air feels in short supply as I continue to finger fuck her ass. “You sure?”
“Absolutely. We’ve got tonight, remember?”
A cold chill races down my spine as her words process. I know she’s only repeating what I said earlier, but I don’t like it. The thought of spending the night making her come apart and never getting the opportunity to do it again does not sit well with me.
“More … please.”
I sink my teeth into her nape as I add another finger, pushing deep inside her ass.
She sucks in air but doesn’t move away from me. Her arm moves faster, the vibrator working more diligently inside her, deeper. When she shifts, I realize she’s lost in the pleasure and my body hardens more. I need to be inside her again. In her ass.
Fuck.
I’m not sure I’ll survive this.
Leaning over her more, I find her mouth with mine, kissing her as I add a third finger, preparing her to take my cock. I’m not sure she’ll be able to, but it’s clear she wants me to try. Hell, I want to try. More than I want anything in the fucking world.
Noelle begins rocking against my hand, taking my fingers deeper. I can tell she’s close and I want her to be. It’s the only way it’ll work. I don’t want to hurt her.
“Now!” she cries out. “Fuck me, Spencer. Don’t wait.”
Her words jolt me into action. Grab
bing a condom from her stash, I roll it over my cock, drizzle the lubricant down the crack of her ass and my dick, working them both in tandem before lining up with her body.
“On your knees.”
Noelle quickly repositions, thrusting her beautiful ass toward me, her shoulders pressed into the mattress, her hand still working the vibrator inside her pussy. Lining up, I tease her with the head of my cock, wondering if this is even going to work. Her pussy was so damn tight; I can’t imagine…
“Fuck,” I growl when she pushes back against me, forcing the head of my cock inside her. “Noelle… Aww, fuck.”
“Easy,” she says on a groan, her hand stilling, the vibrator not moving.
I can feel the delicate pulse of energy against my dick; it makes the hair on my arms stand on end.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head, but I don’t believe her.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I work my cock into her ass. I’m going as slowly as I possibly can, and it’s killing me.
“Push back against me, Noelle,” I urge. “Right now!”
Noelle’s hips slam back as I surge forward, sinking all the way inside her. I have to catch my breath, her body gripping me like a vice, squeezing my dick painfully hard.
“Hurts … a little…” she whispers, the words pushed out through clenched teeth.
“Want me to stop?”
“No. Please … I want everything, Spencer. Tonight. Please…”
I want to tell her that we have plenty of time, but I don’t know if that’s true. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I’d like to believe that this thing between us is more than sex, something worth exploring, but I know that lust confuses the issue. Tonight may be merely about scratching that itch.
Gripping her hips with my hands, I withdraw a little, push back in. I work her ass until she’s once again fucking her pussy with the vibrator. I can feel her fingers brushing my balls, and I know I’m not going to last. Her ass is so fucking tight.
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