Meet Me Under the Mistletoe (Holiday Romance Collection #3)

18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Theo

T hose are not the three words I want to say to her right now.

But I know that telling a woman that I love her while my cock is buried in her mouth isn’t the most romantic way to say it for the first time. So I grit my teeth and let my eyes say it for me, knowing she won’t know what I’m trying to say. Not entirely, anyway. Though I think she’s starting to understand.

“Is that pussy wet for me?” I ask, my chest heaving. God, I want to come so bad, spill down her throat, watch her take all of it and then kiss the shit out of her and taste myself there. Noelle stares up at me with those heavy lidded, lust-filled jade eyes, and nods, humming around the length of me still buried between her lips. She looks so fucking pretty all tied up and bound, just taking everything that I’m giving to her. She’s going to look so good coming for me. “Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue, Angel?”

She hums again, nodding. I groan, the vibrations at the back of her throat almost sending me over the edge. Fuck, this is heaven. This moment with this woman. I never thought we’d be here. Not really. Goddamn, I’m glad we are though.

I pop my dick out of her mouth, then trail the swollen head over her lips while she pants for breath. “You did so good, Noe. Are you ready to come on my tongue?”

“Jesus, Theo,” she breathes, staring up at me with those wide eyes, before dropping her gaze to my cock, still gripped in one hand while I pump it slowly. Her mouth drops open again, then her teeth bite down on her lower lip. Fuck. I want to give her everything. Forever. This woman has the ability to wreck me completely, and I have no interest in stopping it from happening. “I want to come on your cock.”

I chuckle at that. “Oh, you will be,” I rasp. “Multiple times, Noelle. I told you, you won’t remember your own name by the time I’m done with you.”

“You’re so unbelievably cocky,” she scoffs, raising her eyes back to mine tauntingly. My brows lower and I narrow my eyes at her. Fucking brat just doesn’t know when to stop. Just another one of the things that I love about her. She keeps me on my toes.

“You really like being tied up, don’t you?” I ask, leaning down to collar her throat with my hand again, notching her chin up and toward me. I lean in until our mouths are barely brushing against each other, so that when I speak my lips move against hers. “Keep bratting, Noelle. I can do this all fucking night.”

She moans, the sound vibrating against my palm where it’s pressed against her throat. Fuck I like that.

Placing my hands beneath her armpits, I lift her to her feet. She groans, stretching her knees out. I grin, tilting her face up to mine again. “It’s really too bad this cord isn’t longer. I really would like to keep you tied up while I make you come with my tongue.”

But I unwind the string of lights from around her body, her legs, her arms. I kiss my way along each indent that the plastic cord made across her skin, then drop the lights in a heap by the wall. Her hands are on me the instant she’s free, fingers sliding up through my hair as I stand, taking her mouth with mine once more. I lift her easily, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I stride toward the bedroom. I can’t wait any longer to have her.

I drop her onto the bed, still rumpled from where she’d probably scrambled out of it this morning, late for work. She laughs as she lands, bouncing slightly, but the laugh dies when I lower myself to my knees by the side of the bed, dragging her toward the edge. Spanning my hands wide across the inside of her thighs, I lean in, trailing my nose and lips across the red scrap of lace that’s covering what I can’t wait to discover. Her hands are in my hair, holding me tight.

“Theo,” she whimpers, and I can’t get enough of the way my name sounds on her lips like this.

I grip the band of her panties in both hands and pull them down. She raises her hips enough to allow me to get them out from beneath her ass, and then I’m dragging the scrap of material down her thighs, tossing them aside. I leave the garter belt at her waist and the bra covering her tits, for now, at least. I’ll get to those later.

Right now, fuck. This pretty pink pussy is waiting for me. “So pretty and soaked for me, Angel,” I rasp, sliding my fingers along the wetness that glistens between those folds. Leaning forward, I lap my tongue against the bud of her clit and she jerks as a gasp erupts out of her.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I spread her wide and drape her legs over my shoulders, then I feast. Fuck, she’s delicious.

Long strokes of my tongue into her pussy, quick flicks against her clit that have her thighs spasming against my shoulders. I close my lips around her clit and suck as I flick it with my tongue and she trembles wildly, her hands frantic in my hair. Her cries are pure music to my ears, that husky, needy moan mixed with the higher pitched ones that have my cock leaking at the tip.

“Theo, Theo—” she calls, her hands flattening against the sides of my head. I’m watching her from between her thighs, my gaze pinned to her face as she tosses her dark head back and forth against the bed. I hum against her clit. She’s close, I can feel it. “Yes, right there, right there—”

Her stomach muscles contract and her back bows off the bed entirely, and then she’s coming. I drink her in, savoring every pulse of her clit and pussy against my tongue, every gasping cry that escapes her lips. And it’s my name that she calls as she comes. My name. Like it should have always been.

Releasing one thigh, I drop my arm so that I can slide two fingers deep inside. She’s still pulsing, little aftershocks, and I flick my fingers against that little spot inside. I lift my head as she sobs. “That’s it, Noe. Keep coming, baby. Soak my face.”

And then I return to her, clamping my lips and teeth around her clit again. Her entire body goes stiff as she comes again, harder this time, and I grunt against her clit, my teeth still nipping lightly as she spasms around my fingers that are pressed deep. “Theo, Theo, Theo!”

Once I’m satisfied that she’s sated, at least for a moment, I rise, shoving my boxers the rest of the way down my legs until I can kick them away.

“How attached are you to this garter and bra?” I growl. She pants, her head thrashing against the bed as she continues to come down from her high.

“Huh?” she asks, her mouth open with each panting breath she sucks in.

“I need them off, now. How attached are you to this set?” I ask again, reaching for the scrap of lace at her waist.

“I mean I like them—”

“I’ll buy you new ones.” My fingers tear the lace off of her, then do the same to the flimsy lace that is still covering her tits. It splays open and she gasps in shock.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” she laughs, glancing down at her now naked body. She’s fucking stunning. Every smooth, lithe, pale inch of her. Bracing myself over her with my hands on either side of her, I drop my mouth to one nipple. Her tits are small, always have been, but goddamn, these nipples have been part of my spank bank material for years. She arches off the bed, her fingers tunneling through my hair and holding tight, before I switch to the other one.

“Theo, please,” she whispers from above me. “Please. Fuck me.”

I shake my head, dragging my lips over her nipple. “Yeah, that’s not what’s going to happen, Noelle.”

She grips my hair tighter, tugging my mouth away from her body. “What the fuck?”

Crawling over her, I settle myself between her parted thighs, then lower my body until I’m leaning against one forearm. I cup her cheek with my other hand and lean in to kiss her gently. My heart is hammering in my chest at what I’m about to say. But I can’t not say it.

“I can’t just fuck you, Noelle. I need you to understand that’s not all this is for me,” I breathe, staring at her with every ounce of emotion that’s roiling through me.

“Oh,” she whispers slowly, her mouth parting in an ‘O’. She stares up at me, her green eyes shimmering. She traces her fingers along my temple, my cheek, my lips. She nods slowly, a small smile pulling at her lips. “ Theo… ”

I clasp her hand in mine and bring her fingers to my lips, kissing them. We continue to stare at each other over our clasped fingers. “Always, Angel. It’s always been you.”

Noelle pulls our hands toward her own mouth, kissing the backs of my knuckles, too, and she nods. I press my forehead to hers, squeezing my eyes shut. Fuck. This woman.

“I have condoms in the nightstand,” she whispers, tilting her head toward the bedside table next to us. Then she bites her lower lip and says, “But it’s been a while for me, and I just had my annual… I’ve got an IUD and I’m clean—”

Sweet Father Christmas, is she really saying what I think she’s saying?

She shrugs then, staring up at me. The motion jostles her breasts where they’re pressed against my chest. “I just mean, if you’re… you know. Clean, too. If you want.”

“I’ve never gone bare with anyone before, Noelle,” I whisper, shifting my hips so that the head of my cock is lined up with that slick channel. “But I’d really like it if I could feel all of you.”

She nods quickly, flattening my palm against her cheek and turning her face into it. I lift on my elbow slightly and she spreads her thighs wider, allowing me better access. The heat of her is scorching as I press just the tip inside. Tipping her face toward mine, I seal my lips over hers and work my hips, pushing the rest of the way in. Her mouth goes slack beneath my own and a breathy sigh of a moan leaves her when I bottom out, circling my hips against hers. Holy hell .

Nothing has ever felt so right. Being inside Noelle, feeling her tighten around me, her mouth under mine and those eyes laser focused on me… I’m done for. She can have all of me, everything I have. My body, my heart, my soul. Everything. It’s all hers.

Shifting, I slide both arms beneath her body, holding her close against me as I begin to move. One of her hands finds purchase in my hair at the back of my head, urging my mouth back to hers while the other hand flattens at the small of my back. Her fingernails dig in and I chuckle. My little Angel is a bit of a hellcat.

Propping myself up on my forearms, I pull out and slam back in, her gasps getting lost in my kisses. Our hearts are pounding together where we’re pressed so tightly against the other, and she wraps both arms around my neck, holding me close as I pound into her.

“So good, so fucking good,” I rasp in time to our movements. “Goddamn, Noelle.”

“Theo,” she whimpers against my mouth, and that sound makes me a little insane.

Her pussy is squeezing me tight with each thrust that takes me all the way in, and it’s not long before I feel the telltale tug in my balls that signals my impending release.

“I’m going to come,” I warn, slowing my thrusts just a little. “Can you give me one more?”

I know she can, I can already feel those little fluttering spasms that tells me she’s close again, too. She tosses her head on the bed as her legs begin to shake where they’re clamped around my hips. “Don’t stop, Theo. Right there. Please.”

Shifting just a little, I slide my hand between our bodies and circle my thumb around her clit. She clenches around me and my mouth drops open. Oh shit. I work her harder, and then she’s coming again, tightening around me like a vice.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod.”

I can’t help it then, my hips slam into hers over and over, hard enough that it makes the headboard bang against the wall above our heads, sending the lights strung up along it to rattle and dance in a colorful show across the wall. She continues to writhe beneath me, lost to her pleasure, and then I’m coming in long spurts, filling her. Stars burst at the corners of my vision as my orgasm wracks through me. I groan through it, my breath stuttering and my heart trying it’s damndest to pound its way out of my chest.

Her hands splay wide over my ass, holding me tight against her as we come down together. I drag my mouth over her cheek, her throat, the curve of her shoulder.

“Holy shit,” she whimpers, breathless and panting against the skin of my throat. Her lips flutter over the underside of my jaw. She’s fucking perfect. “That was—”

I chuckle again when her words cut off on another soft moan. Pressing my mouth to hers, I whisper, “I know, Angel. For me, too.”