Sprinkle All The Way (Evergreen Lake: Under the Mistletoe)

Chapter 20

twenty

VIOLET

Noah’s lips are soft as they cover mine and I’m positive I must be dreaming that I’m kissing Noah Callahan in my childhood bedroom.

He pulls me closer to him, so we are facing each other on our sides. He groans into my mouth, sliding his tongue across my lips as I open for him. The sound sends chills straight down my spine and between my legs, and it’s taking everything to not climb onto his lap and give him another orgasm.

Bringing my hand to his face, I rake my nails across his jaw and he groans again. His other hand finds its way into my hair and every touch sends shockwaves through my body.

Noah pulls back, breaking the kiss, and we’re both panting like we’ve finished a triathlon.

“My last tests were all negative, in case you wanted to know,” he tells me.

“I got one after the breakup,” I say, grateful I did because I didn’t trust Greg didn’t sleep with his coworker. “All negative too.”

He groans, kissing the sensitive spot of my neck before coming up for air. “Can I touch you?” he asks, running his fingers down my shirt and over the top of my leggings.

I gasp at the touch, involuntarily arching into it. “Only if you let me touch you,” I manage to get out as I move my hand up his leg and along his inner thigh. My hand brushes against the bulge in his pants and he lets out a sharp gasp. I could feel it under me the other night, but tonight I want it in my hands.

“Fuck yeah,” he says, quickly releasing me and undoing his belt. He moves at lightning speed, pulling his pants and boxers down and tossing them off the bed, leaving him in just his shirt. He grips his cock in his hand, and I can’t take my eyes off it as he slowly pumps himself and squeezes at the top. “Like what you see?”

I nod, and my heartbeat is so loud now I can hear it in my ears. I reach out to touch him, but he releases his cock and stops my hand.

“Not so fast, it’s your turn,” he says, bringing my hand to my leggings.

I got so wrapped up in watching him I forgot I’m still fully clothed. Listening to his direction, I slip my leggings and underwear off, tossing them to join his clothes on the floor. He watches me hungrily like I watched him, stroking himself as I turn toward him.

“You have no idea how often I dreamt about this,” he admits. “Sometimes after sleeping here I’d wake up early and go home to relieve myself.”

“I’d do the same,” I tell him, reaching over and placing my hand over his. He gasps and drops his hand, allowing me to wrap my fingers around his shaft. Rolling my thumb over the top, I spread the bead of precum collected there. His hips lift and I see his jaw tighten.

“Show me how wet you are,” he growls, moving to his side again to face me .

Releasing his cock, I open my legs and bring my fingers between them. I gasp when I make contact with the wetness that’s pooled and I see his cock twitch. Dipping my finger inside, Noah’s mouth is on mine when I moan. His cock is hard against my leg as he gets closer and moves against me. He breaks the kiss to watch me as my thumb circles around my clit.

“Fuck, Vi,” he groans. “You’re so beautiful.” He grabs my wrist and brings my hand to his mouth. I watch mesmerized as he sucks my finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. “And you taste amazing.” He beams at me as I lean forward and bring his mouth to mine.

He releases my wrist, and brings his fingers between my legs. Capturing my moans with his mouth, he slides his fingers through my center, coating them with my wetness.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. Tell me what you need,” he gasps between breaths.

“Two fingers inside me,” I tell him, and he listens instantly as he slips his fingers inside. “And touch my clit,” I manage to say through another gasp as his thumb circles around the bundle of nerves.

Reaching down, I grab the hem of his shirt and start to lift to reveal the delicious line of hair creeping up his stomach. I’m dying to find out what he looks like shirtless now, I want to get my mouth on every part of him.

Before I can get too high he stops me. “No time, I need you to touch me,” he begs, moving closer to me and increasing the pressure on my clit.

“Spit first,” I instruct, releasing his shirt and bringing my hand below his mouth.

He groans, listening to me and spitting into my hand. I reach between us and take his cock in my hand as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. We’re a mess of tangled limbs and quick kisses as we bring each other to the edge. He kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and up to my lips, never once breaking the rhythm with his fingers.

“I’m close,” I say, gripping his cock harder.

“Can you be quiet when you come?” he growls into my ear.

I nod, unable to form a coherent yes as my orgasm approaches, worried I might moan too loud if I open my mouth.

“Good girl. Can I come on you?” he asks between kisses.

I nod again, and angle his cock more toward my leg so I won’t have to change my shirt. The movement causes him to break the kiss and throw his head back. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open in ecstasy as we match each other’s pace.

The second he returns his heated gaze to mine my orgasm crashes into me and he kisses me, muffling the moan that escapes from my throat. His fingers don’t stop as my orgasm continues and his cock pulses under my fingers. Then, he’s coming and coating my leg with his release. Slowing his fingers as I come down from the high, he breaks the kiss and drops his head to the headboard.

“Tell me why we weren’t always doing this?” he laughs, looking over at me.

“Because we were stupid teenagers,” I say.

“Let’s never be stupid again.” He runs his finger through the cum on my leg, bringing it to my mouth where I suck it off. The taste of me is still on his fingers, and mixed with the taste of him it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever had touch my tongue.

“Agreed,” I smile at him, leaning forward for one last kiss.