Page 24 of The Selkie Santa

“Oh gods, yeah.”

Noah’s hips jerked as her lips sucked him into the warm wet space of her mouth and her tongue swirled around his cock, making it weep copious pre-cum down her throat.

But by the little hums of pleasure, he guessed she wasn’t hating the experience.

Noah gazed down at her working his shaft. It was such a gods damn turn-on. He couldn’t quite believe this was real after so many nights of jerking off to thoughts of doing exactly this with Harper.

Except this…thiswas a thousand times better than his fantasies. The sight of her halo of hair as she moved it away from her face, of her pretty pink mouth bobbing up and down on him, her other hand moving lower to cup his big ball sack, stroking it to the rhythm of her mouth on his cock.

Oh yeah,thiswas taking it to another level…

“I’m… It won’t be long, sweetheart… Ah fuck.”

A sudden whoosh of pleasure drew his balls tight, pounded up the length of his cock and oh gods, he was going to drown her…

With a shout, Noah’s hips rose off the bed as his orgasm hit with volcanic intensity. Somewhere in the maelstrom of pleasure, he vaguely thought if he was a gentleman he’d have pulled out… but she clearly loved it. She gulped happily, and finally sat up licking her lips and wiping the glistening moisture off her face.

“You taste like blueberry pancakes. And whipped cream,” she announced.

Noah burst out laughing. “Plenty of whipped cream, not so sure about the blueberries.”

“That was amazing,” she murmured, crawling back up and collapsing onto his chest.

Noah sighed happily as he hugged her tight, his whole body buzzing with pleasure. Sure, it was messy, but who cared? It felt so easy, so fun, so light. And then he realized why. It felt extra good because they’d been friends for so long already. The ease they had with each other, the banter, the sweetness of it all was just an extension of their friendship.

He was officially the happiest guy in the world right now.

He tilted her chin up and kissed her lips. Lips that tasted of his come. Maybe not blueberry pancakes, but sweet and pungent nevertheless.

They lay there for a while, Noah stroking circles on her arm with a big selkie hand, sated and blissed out.

Finally, Harper said, “I guess we should get on with those alterations.”

“In a moment,” Noah said, kissing the top of her head.

“And we’ve got our lines to learn.”

Noah grimaced, and she must have sensed it because she glanced up at him.

“Don’t worry,” she reached up and stroked his cheek, “I’ll help you.”

“I feel like an idiot,” he muttered.

“Why?”

“Not being able to read properly. I mean, I can, but not when I’m nervous. Like with the committee and you all staring at me, the words looked like a bloody foreign language.”

“It’ll be okay, we only have a short scene at the end of the show.”

“Phew, that’s a relief.”

“Yeah, all the other acts are the residents doing their party pieces. I think Gran and Toby are singing a duet of ‘On the Wings of An Eagle’. And there’s Mrs Melba, she’s a gorgon, she does a piano piece with her snakes all joining in. It’s quite funny, but she does it every year, so you know… nothing new.”

“What does our scene entail?”

“We do a skit about the gift gizmo machine breaking down. We have to try to fix it, but then it explodes. That’s the bit everyone loves, when the firecrackers go off. And of course, there’s a big drama because the presents have supposedly all been destroyed. But then of course, someone brings out a whole sack of them and we go around the audience and give them out. Weak as piss, but everyone loves it. They’d be devasted if we changed it.”

“Sounds like a piece of cake,” Noah said. “But right now, I think I’d rather practice kissing you.”

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