Christmas Criminal

15. Noelle

15

NOELLE

Sunday, December 15th

H is words send a rush of heat straight into my abdomen. I wasn't intending to hump him wantonly in front of the Christmas tree that very obviously means so much to him.

But here I am.

He has so much more control than I do. While I hopped on his lap and started building myself right up to orgasm, he held me firmly, his hands practiced and controlled.

I'm ready to ditch the clothes and bang one out real quick to relieve some pressure. We can do the slow, meaningful thing later.

Because let's be honest, we've been building up to this moment since the first day of my community service sentence.

This isn't one night of Christmas tree decoration. This is weeks of pent up sexual energy begging to be released.

His dick is hard underneath me. It hits me right where I'm so desperate to feel him, and every time my hips move against him, the only thing on my mind is how it would feel to slowly sink down on him, to feel how full he'd make me.

He rests his hand on the back of my neck, his kiss slow and steady as I grab at the hem of his shirt and tug it up over his chest. He raises his arms and I pull it over his head, discarding it on the ground next to us.

And for fuck's sake, he has no business looking like this.

All thick muscle, abs that bunch and release as my hands graze his skin, thick pecs with the lightest dusting of chest hair. I squirm away from him so I can lean down and kiss his bare skin, my hands grabbing at every bit of him they can find.

He tips his head back, releasing a long sigh as he takes his glasses off for a moment and runs his hands over his face.

"That feels so good," he murmurs, as he grabs me by the upper arms and pulls me back to where I was, his erection rubbing at that spot I so desperately want to feel him.

I whimper at the sensation, and he presses on my hips again, mimicking the way I had been grinding on him before. He lets out a low note of approval from his throat. "You really are a live wire, aren't you, Noelle?"

I press my body against his again, my lips returning to his neck, and my tongue flicks out across his skin. "Touch me."

"Fuck," he grumbles, his hands moving deftly from my hips to the hem of my sweater. He pulls it over my head and drops it on top of his.

Before he can slow us down again, I reach behind me and pop the clasp of my bra, letting it fall between us. I grab his hands and press them against my exposed breasts, moaning with the contact.

"Fuck, Noelle," he says, pinching my nipples lightly between his thumb and forefinger. My hips start moving of their own accord, but before I can find the friction that I'm looking for, he grabs my ass and pulls me up so he can pull one nipple into his mouth.

I cry out with the sensation, my head tipping back as my fingers run through his hair, holding him against me. He sucks lightly at me, releasing my nipple with a lewd pop.

"I love the taste of your skin," he murmurs, his hands still firm on my ass as he kisses his way across my chest to the other one and repeats his delicious torture. He groans into my chest, his teeth lightly grazing my nipple as he releases it. He wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me in close, and I stare down at him.

He grins, and with one hand clamped around my back, he uses the other to tug my leggings down, getting them past my hips before lifting me off of him.

"Stand up. Take your pants off."

I raise my eyebrows. "Bossy math teacher."

"Noelle."

I stand, pausing for a moment to make sure he's focused fully on me, and tug my leggings down the rest of the way. I step out of them, his hands returning to my now bare legs like his skin is magnetically drawn to mine. He tugs on my knee, pulling me back down into his lap.

I feel simultaneously exposed and charged as his fingers run gently along my thighs. His eyes track the movement of his hands as they continue up, dipping underneath the string of my thong. He lets it snap back against my skin, releasing a slow breath as he does.

He touches me slowly, every movement intentional as he drags his hand up along my stomach, squeezing the dip of my waist and continuing up along my ribs. He cups my breast, dragging his thumb lightly over my nipple, and continues until his hand rests on my neck.

He tugs me forward, my stomach pressing against his and my nipples brushing across his chest.

"Do you realize how beautiful you are?"

I swallow. With his hand on my neck, I can't look away from him.

He lets his words linger for a moment before pressing my lips to his.

And god, I’m not sure I can wait any longer.

I writhe against him, my fingers winding between us and searching for the clasp of his jeans.

He grabs my hands before I can free him, and instead wraps one arm around my waist while using the other to hoist us up. A surprised gasp jumps from my throat when he lifts me, and a moment later, he lays me down gently.

On the coffee table.

He kisses me, his tongue winding into my mouth and tangling with mine as my legs jump around his waist. He presses into me for a moment, the thickness hiding in his pants rubbing me in just the right way.

When he pulls away from me, I claw at him. I want to feel him.

He presses a hand into my sternum, holding me in place as he kneels before me.

My heart thumps as he kisses my inner thigh, the stubble of his beard scratching along the delicate skin. He rests one hand in the crease of my hip, his thumb trailing so lightly along my underwear. My hips buck up to meet him, yearning for more pressure.

When he presses down on me, a moan emanates from my throat because moving my hips against his hand is getting me so close.

"Noelle," he says, drawing my attention to where his cheek is pressed against my inner thigh.

I raise my eyebrows, slowing my movement because I'm getting completely carried awaywith the way he's touching me.

"I hope you're not planning on riding my hand to orgasm."

I groan. "I need something. "

A rumble emanates from his chest, low and gruff. "I like you like this," he says, his thumbs slipping beneath the edges of my underwear and slowly pulling them down. I lift my ass as my underwear leaves a trail of wetness along my thigh. "All needy and desperate for me," he says.I groan in response, and he reaches out, running his fingers through the slickness my underwear spread around on my thighs. "So fucking soaked for me."

"Touch me," I tell him, scooting lower on the coffee table.

He grins, turning his face into my thigh and leaving a kiss there. "The more you beg me, the more I want to hold out."

I point at him. "Don't you play that game with me."

"Or what?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as his lips move higher on my thigh. I take a deep breath, struggling to suppress the urge to beg him again. "Hmm?" He presses his lips to the crease of my thigh and my pussy pulses in response. "Noelle?"

He presses the most delicate of kisses right to my clit, and my hips buck up at him.

"Is your pussy going to drown me?" he taunts.

"God, I hope so."

He laughs, his tongue darting out and drawing a long line along my seam.

I let out a long string of expletives as his tongue twirls around my clit.

He lets out another gruff noise from his throat as he runs his hands along my thighs, squeezing every part of me and then resting one hand on my hip, holding me firmly in place. The other, he trails along my thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake, until it lands right below his mouth, his thumb running lightly over my entrance.

"Fuck, Nick. Please!"

He presses a finger inside me as my breathing turns ragged. He sucks at me, his mouth pressed solidly against my clit despite the movement of my hips. He adds another finger, pulsing rhythmically as I cry out.

He groans, and it only amplifies his effect on me. My orgasm builds swiftly, and I latch onto his hair, holding him in place as the pressure reaches a breaking point.

"Nick, Nick, Nick!" I scream. His eyes are locked on mine, and his answering grunt tips me over the edge, the vibration of his voice enough to melt me into a puddle.

I throw my head back as I ride out my orgasm, my torso lifting up off the coffee table as the last of the pressure wanes. My legs clamp shut around his face, but he continues licking me until he's sure I'm done.

When he finally releases me, I collapse back into the coffee table, throwing my hand over my face as my breathing slows.

He still has his hands on me, moving gently along my thighs and drawing little circles into my skin.

As I lay there, struggling to catch my breath, he stands, his hands trailing along my stomach until they wind down beneath my back. He latches onto me and lifts me gently and, a second later, sits back on his heels on the ground, holding me against his chest. I wrap my legs around him and rest my head on his shoulder as he leans back on one palm.

"How was that, Criminal?" he asks, the fingers of his free hand running through my hair.

I halfheartedly whack his chest. "I think I might have died and gone to heaven."

He laughs, tugging me closer. "Good. That's what I like to hear."

I lift my head, pointing at him. "You may not curse, but your mouth does incredibly naughty things."

"I literally do curse, just not anywhere one of my students can overhear me."

I wave him off. "Your words don't make sense to me right now."

He groans in that deep way that comes from his chest again, and I melt further into him. "Came that good, huh?"

I nod, pressing my face into his shoulder again. He kisses my neck and runs his hands all along my back, sending little shivers down my spine.

And when I finally lift my head to look at him, he kisses me, one hand on the back of my neck to hold me in place. His tongue slips into my mouth, moving indulgently against mine.

He's rock hard underneath me, and I lift up a few inches so I can slip my hand between us, palming him.

He groans into my mouth as I lean forward, letting my nipples graze against his chest. A second later, his hand skirts along my ribs, his thumb flicking at my nipple as the heat builds again in my abdomen.

"Noelle," he says against my lips, his voice low.

"Nick," I counter.

"I think I might die if I'm not inside of you soon," he says, his fingers tightening around my rib cage.

I moan as he kisses me again. "Well, we wouldn't want that," I say, tugging on the clasp of his jeans. His hips move underneath me like he can hardly control the movement. I tug his zipper down and reach into his pants, cupping him.

His head tips back at the sensation, and I move my hand up and down, squeezing him.

"Noelle, please," he says, the fingers around my ribs tightening.

I lean forward, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. "Look who's begging now."

He bites his lip as he closes his eyes, his breathing ragged.

I lift up higher, tugging on his jeans. "Lift so we can take these off," I tell him, and he scrambles to comply, helping me push his jeans down his legs. He kicks them off quickly and then lifts me by my hips, putting me right back in his lap.

I trail my fingers from where the spot of precum has darkened his underwear, all down the length of his shaft.

His body vibrates in response.

I tug at the waistband of his underwear to expose him and take him in my hand as a full body shudder passes through him. His eyes are glued to my hand around his cock as I slowly pump him.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask him.

He nods, one hand shooting out to his pants and rifling through his pockets. He pulls out a strand of three.

I raise my eyebrows as I tear one off.

"Prepared, not presumptuous," he clarifies. "I would have been perfectly happy just putting up the tree with you."

I grin, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek as I tear into the foil. I pinch the tip and slowly roll it down his thick length.

When I lift my head to look at him, he grins at me and places his hand on the back of my neck again, tugging me close for a kiss that is as wild as his body feels.

As his tongue slips into my mouth, I hold his dick in position and slowly sink down onto it.

Our matching moans catch between our lips.

I take my time adjusting to him, letting myself drop slowly until I'm fully seated in his lap. He wraps his arms around my back, every muscle flexing as he tugs on me.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mutters against the skin of my chest.

"Language, Mr. Monroe."

He groans, kissing my chest and nipping lightly at my skin. "You feel incredible."

I move my hips gently, grinding against him, and the sensation is almost overwhelming.

"Oh god," I mumble, clinging to every part of him I can. My arms are around his neck, my fingers in his hair. My chest presses against his as his hands lower down to my ass, squeezing and lifting me gently.

He presses me back down, his hands coming around to my hips and trailing up my sides until he can play with my nipples.

My hips move of their own accord, his hands winding up into my hair as he kisses me.

"It feels like your body was made for me," he says, pressing kisses all along my neck as his hands drop to my ass again, aiding in my movement.

I moan as the pressure builds in my abdomen, release on the horizon.

"Nick," I pant.

His voice is low when he speaks. "Are you going to come for me, Noelle?"I nod into his shoulder as he kisses my neck. "I can feel you tightening around me." He groans as his fingers weave into my hair, holding me in place. "Yes, take what you need," he mumbles into my neck.

With his words, the dam breaks. I cry out as the pressure releases, as his arms tighten around me and I cling to him. He grunts as he urges my hips through their last few shaky movements before I collapse into his chest.

He kisses my forehead and my cheeks and my neck–anywhere he can press his lips against me.

And then he clamps an arm around my waist and moves us gently so my back is on the floor. "You okay, Noelle?"

I nod as he moves, his hips rolling into me so smoothly. "Oh god yes. I'm really okay. And for Christ's sake, how are you moving your hips like that?"

He laughs, repeating the movement and settling into a rhythm.

"Mm. I'm glad you like it," he says, pumping into me repeatedly as his eyes flutter shut and his head dips into the corner of my neck.

"I really fucking like it," I say, my arms and legs winding around him as he moves.

He grunts, his pace ticking faster as one hand reaches for my ass, tugging on me so he can go deeper.

"Fuck, Noelle," he grumbles as his movements turn jerky. His teeth tug on my earlobe, his breath heavy in my ear as he builds himself up. I kiss his shoulder and his neck, lifting my leg so he can go deeper.

He thrusts into me hard, his muscles going rigid and his fingers digging into my skin as he releases.

"Fuck," he breathes as he stills, his body going heavy on mine.

He lets out a long groan into my neck before pressing up onto his elbows, his hands weaving underneath my back. He kisses me lightly on the nose.

"I think fucking you might be my new favorite thing," he says.

I can't help the laugh that escapes me, and I hold my hands over my face. "Yeah, I think I get why you like Christmas so much now."

He drops his face back into my chest as he laughs. "Hey, if the presents and the holiday cheer don't do it for you, I'll give you a good dicking for the holiday."

My chest heaves with my laughter. "That sounds like a Christmas movie. 'A dicking for the holiday.'"

"I'm sure there's a porno with that title. You've probably read it," he jokes, and I knock him in the shoulder.

He takes a deep breath, smiling down at me. "So what do you say we have another glass of wine and then head upstairs and do that again a few more times?"

I'm nodding before he's finished his sentence.

I wake to sunlight streaming through the window and the erection of a wildly attractive math teacher pressed against my backside. The house is quiet, and as I burrow my face in my pillow, I realize it smells like my fresh laundry from home.

That realization sends a little jolt through my body. This feels like home.

I twist, tugging the sheets from between us and pressing myself up against Nick. His eyes are closed, but his arms tighten around me as I nestle into his chest.

"Do you have sensitive skin?" I ask, trailing my fingers along the divot between his pecs.

"It's sensitive to whatever your fingers are doing right now," he says, a little shiver running through his body as his eyes open and he grins at me.

He looks downright edible with morning hair and that stubble running across his face. He squints a little, as he does whenever he's without his glasses, and his eyes dip to my mouth.

"You use Downy sensitive skin," I say.

"Mm. Right," he says, nodding.

"So you do have sensitive skin?"

He reaches for me, running a hand through my hair as he tugs my face back into his chest. "No. I have a criminal with sensitive skin."

I push away from him, narrowing my eyes. "Is that another part of being prepared but not presumptuous?"

He nods as his hand slowly moves down my skin and rests on my ass. He pulls me up against him, his dick rubbing right where I want to feel him. "Well, on the off chance you wanted to hop on my dick, I thought having sheets that don't cause your eczema to flare up would increase my chances of getting an encore the morning after."

Lord help me, it does.

I have never had a man so enthusiastically change his laundry detergent. It's hard enough to get them to wash their sheets, let alone wash them frequently enough and with the right product.

It's making me swoon. Hard .

I throw my leg around his waist and sit up, straddling him.

"Your wish is my command. How do you want me, handsome?"