Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Goddamn. That’s right, sweetheart, fuck my fingers. Come all over them,” he moans. My body listens to his demand. I’m tumbling over the edge, free-falling in the sweetest abyss I’ll never want to leave. I can feel the tightness in my muscles, and my core pulses with each in and out movement of Easton’s fingers. He pushes his fingers in then pulls them out, and he doesn’t stop. I’m learning as the night goes on that there’s no stopping Easton Bosa. When he wants something, he goes after it.
“Easton,” I breathe out between the sucking and biting on his neck. My orgasm hits me harder than a ton of bricks, and through it all he doesn’t stop.
“Fuck yeah, sweetheart.” He doesn’t shy away from my biting, and he finger-fucks my pussy the whole way through my orgasm. When it subsides, my body sinks into his, unable to hold myself up any longer. That’s okay. Easton holds me up. “Look, Noelle, watch as I pull my fingers out of your tight cunt.”
My head lifts away from his neck, eyes opening and looking in the mirror. I’m a mess, clearly sated from the orgasm he delivered. My hair is sticking to my forehead, and my lip gloss is long gone, probably kissed off, but if not for that, it’s on Easton’s neck. My breast is on display and still in his hand. Between my legs, though, that’s another story entirely. “Oh God.” The insides of my thighs are wet, and when he sees me looking, he makes good on his promise. I watch as he pulls his fingers out of my wet depth.
“Taste yourself, then I’m going to get a taste from your mouth.” He brushes his fingers along the seam of my lips. “Open, Noelle, show me how naughty you are.” My tongue slides out, and I do what he asks. I’m more than happy to do anything in order to keep him right here with me.
Chapter 10
Easton
“You good, sweetheart?” I ask Noelle as we make our way back to the banquet room. It took us a few minutes to clean ourselves up and for me to control my aching cock. She tried to take care of me, and as much as I wanted her on her knees, there was no way she was kneeling on a dirty floor for me, not when we’d already spent a lot of time in the restroom as it is.
“Never better,” she replies. My hand is on her lower back, where it fucking belongs. The Christmas music is playing softly in the background, not to overshadow the chatter amongst others. It looks like we aren’t late after all. I figured dinner would be served and her parents eagle eyes would be locked on us. Instead, people are dancing, some are standing, and others have made their way to the tables. The place is decked out with Christmas trees, garlands, lights, and all the rest of the trimmings.
“Dance with me,” I tell her, leading her toward the dance floor instead of where we were headed. The minute we sit down, family and friends will converge on us, and questions will ensue. I’ll have to pretend to be interested in the conversation when the only thing I want to do is have alone time with Noelle.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Her voice is still laced with desire. And my cock is still hard as a fucking rock. There’s no way I’ll be able to conceal the bulge even with a suit jacket. The last thing we need is for people to start talking about the mark on my neck and me walking around differently while trying to adjust my dick.
“Tell me about this Alejandro guy we saw in the hallway.” My hand is still on her lower back, pressing her close to my chest.
“Ugh, the bane of my existence. The whole reason you’re here, actually.” She closes her eyes for a moment, takes a steadying breath, then opens them for me to see her rich dark eyes. “Alejandro was what I thought would be my high school sweetheart. I haven’t seen him except for once a year during the holidays. Now he’s home for good, divorced, and my Mamá has stars in her eyes thinking it’s our time to get together so she and her best friend can be related.” I use this time to move her other hand to its resting place on top of my heart.
“That would explain the daggers he’s staring at us and the conversation I overhead in the bathroom.” My lips graze her knuckles, leaving a kiss in their wake.
“I probably already know what you heard. Mamá thinks he’s some amazing guy when he’s the biggest slime there is.” I lock eyes with Alejandro’s, allowing him to watch as I run the tips of my fingers dangerously low over Noelle’s back. I’m rewarded with a soft sigh. She probably has no idea what I’m doing. While it’s for her pleasure, and mine, it’s also for the dumb fuck who thought he’d be going home with her tonight. That will never fucking happen.