Tangled with the Tight End (Evergreen Lake: Under the Mistletoe)

Chapter 16

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NORAH

What am I doing? Every word out of my mouth has been laced with foolishness. Have a vacation fling with him and feel nothing? Bullshit. I’m already wrapped up tight in my own web of lies. I feel things for him that I’ve never felt before.

Which was the purpose of the lies. If I say them enough, I might believe my own words. But at what cost? Proving that I can have endless pleasure with this man and walk away?

If I do, what would that mean about me? It would mean that my heart was so callous that I no longer felt anything. Surely, that can’t happen in a couple of weeks. I rub his cock through the rough denim, causing him to hiss.

“Slow down, baby. You’re going to end things way too soon, and I don’t want to miss a second of enjoying you.” He slides his hands under my sweatpants, and my clit twitches with desperation. I’m already slick from grinding on his leg. With one touch, I’m going to orgasm. Even though that’s a feat that never happens without a sex toy.

I block out his words. They’re too–not sweet. Or romantic. No, they’re too intimate. Like he knows me deep into my soul. And that can’t happen. I’ll never survive. This is two weeks. Three weeks at the most, and I’ll return to normal. I’ll bake cookies and scramble eggs. I’ll deliver my products to the lodge for Clarissa to sell. And I’ll forget the gorgeous tight end that stole my breath and made me wish for things that can’t happen.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he growls against my ear and slips his hand between my thighs.

“Yes,” I whimper and widen my stance.

There’s no use pretending I’m virginal and fighting him. I want his hands on me. I want him to finger fuck me. I want him to make me come so hard I scream. And then, I want him to do it again.

My clit twitches in frustration as he avoids my sex and rubs my inner thighs instead. Not good enough. I unfasten his jeans and grasp his cock in my hand. He’s hot, thick, and big. Just like everything else about the man, he’s over the top.

“Jesus, baby, your hand feels so good wrapped around me. So, fucking good.”

“Oh, my God.” My eyes roll back into my head, and his fingers shove my panties aside and dive to the hilt. “Yes, please. Oh my, God, yes.” I rotate my hips and ride his fingers as I stroke up and down his thick flesh. The swollen veins feel luxurious against my palm.

I grip the back of his neck and smash his mouth against mine. Our tongues and breath mingle in desperation as we pleasure each other. With each lashing of his fingers, my sex quivers and desire coats his digits. The sound of his fingers driving in and out of me spurs my franticness on his erection.

He growls into my mouth, eliciting a shiver of excitement. I want to make him lose control. I need to make him lose control. If only to right the ship. I don’t want him to forget about me when he leaves. When he’s getting off the bus at the next city, and some cleat chaser is shaking her tits in his face, I want him thinking about me.

His fingers squeeze and tug on my clit before returning to my sex and flicking my G spot. He pulls back and stares into my eyes. “Your pussy is so sweet and hot. You feel like pure heaven wrapped around me. I can’t wait to have my dick sucked by your perfect body.”

“Oh, my God.” I shiver and run my thumb through his sticky pre cum and slip down to his tight balls. If I could think of something original to say, I’d say something else besides, ‘Oh, my God,’ but he not only steals my breath, but he also wrecks my brain.

“You’re a dirty tease, aren’t you?”

“No.” I shake my head as his words lodge something free in my head. “I aim to follow through with every dirty thing you desire.” I stare into his eyes as they flare with desire.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He flicks harder, and the quaking deep inside of me starts. I moan and close my eyes as the waves of pleasure threaten to take me under.

“Open your eyes. I want you to see who’s making you come.”

My eyes snap open, and the feral possessiveness on his face tips the scales to oblivion. My sex squeezes his fingers as I shake uncontrollably, bucking against him. “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

“I’m just starting.” He spins me around, shoves my pants down to my knees, and fills me with his heat. This time, when my eyes roll back into my head, there’s no stopping them. He holds me up with an arm wrapped around my waist and one gripping my hip while fucking into me like a machine that won’t ever break.

In and out. Deeper and faster. My mouth hangs open as endless gasps spill from my lips. I can’t stop. One orgasm turns into another until I feel weak and spent.

“One more, baby. One more,” he growls and teases my clit while never stopping his assault on my pulsating sex.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, baby, you can, and you will. You’ll come for me so many times, you’ll forget what it’s like not to break for me.”

My head spins until darkness dances at the edges of my consciousness, and another orgasm takes me under. “I can’t–”

My entire body convulses until I’m shaking uncontrollably, and he stiffens behind me and stills. He slips from my sex and spins me around. My eyes pop open. Shit. What’s wrong?

His eyes are dark and filled with desire, but it’s mixed with something akin to incredulousness. “I swore I’d never have sex with another woman without a condom on. You made me forget my promise.”

“I’m sorry.”

He bites his bottom lip and stares at my mouth. “Finish me off. I want that hot, sexy mouth surrounding me.”

“Yes, Sir.” I smile and drop to my knees as he threads his fingers through my hair. His scent, mixed with mine, his lust filling my veins again, and I eagerly cover his cock with my mouth. The steel hardness of his erection jumping against my tongue makes my heart race in my chest.

“Look at me. I want to watch you suck my dick.”

I follow his command and eagerly devour him, not minding at all that his desire mingles with my own.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he grunts and spills his seed in my mouth.

Once he stills, I expect him to collapse on the sofa or disappear. Instead, he pulls me to my feet and kisses me slowly and deeply as our tongues slide in his come. I wasn’t a virgin, but nothing has ever felt like this. Orgasms aren’t something that happens to me. At least not during sex. And to respond to him like this? It doesn’t make any sense. His tongue strokes mine, making my toes curl.

“Turn around.” He spins me around and braces my hands on the back of the sofa. “I’m not done with you.” He drops to his knees, spreads my legs wider, and devours me until I scream his name while tears slide down my cheeks.

Holy hell. What in the ever-loving fuck is this?