Page 29 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

The crackle of electricity between us ignites, and I dive deeper into her, into the unknown waters of pleasure where only she and I swim. As I let the belt slide smoothly against her skin, I feel her body arch instinctively, a response that sends a thrill through me. The intimacy of the moment surrounds us, wrapping tighter than the bindings securing her wrists. Each brush of the scarf against her willful flesh elicits soft moans, a sound that reverberates in the corners of the room.

“What would you have me do next, Noelle?” I ask, my voice a seductive whisper in the space between us.

She glances at me, her eyes radiating eagerness tinged with mischief as she tries to see beyond the mask covering my face. “Make me feel it all,” she replies, her breath shaky but resolute, her bravado fueling the fire of my own desires.

Her audacity invites me to push boundaries, and I can’t help but admire her spirit. I drop the scarf and instead let my fingers explore, tracing along her sides, light as a whisper, teasingly slow. Each brush fuels electric trails along her skin, making her writhe under my touch, cherishing the way she responds—every flicker, every movement turns the space around us into a language all our own.

“Good,” I murmur, reveling in the symphony of her reactions. “You’re doing fucking amazing.” And with that, I let my palms slide over her curves, down to her thighs, letting the outline of her body flood me with both reverence and hunger.

Her breathing deepens and quickens as I cover her eyes, lift my mask, and press my lips against hers in a tender kiss while my fingers wander further, exploring the apex between her thighs—teasingly close, yet just out of reach. I’m captivated by the way she pulls against the bindings, the subtle power struggle between control and surrender adding an electrifying depth to our encounter.

“Please,” she breathes between kisses, pulling me closer even as my hands hover just above the forbidden territory.

A simple word, but it ignites a wildfire in my veins. “Please what?” I tease, matching her tone and watching as a hint of frustration colors her cheeks.

“I want you,” she demands, her voice firmer than I expect. “I want all of you.”

Her words strike me with an acute urgency, and suddenly, everything becomes clearer—this is no ordinary night. We areboth entangled in something much larger than mere physicality; it’s a journey into the depths of unquenched thirst.

“Then I’ll give you fucking everything,” I promise, my resolve shoring up with each pulse of excitement.

I retrieve the scarf once more, giving her a taste of both the unknown and the familiar by leisurely dragging it along her thighs, raising goosebumps on all those wickedly sensitive spots. Her gasps only push me further into the void of passion. As my fingertips glide beneath the hem of her top, I catch her eyes, ensuring that she understands every moment is infused with consent, with playfulness amidst the delirium. My motives are pure, and her pleasure is my guiding star.

“Remember how good this feels,” I say firmly, embedding those words into the rhythm of our exchange, marking a moment she can hold onto.

With one swift motion, I remove the fabric that separates us from true intimacy, setting her free while simultaneously binding myself to her for this evening. As our bodies meet—the heat of skin against skin igniting a fire I’m not quite prepared for—I feel both bared and liberated.

My mouth finds hers again, devouring her taste, our breaths mixing together as I press against her, letting the world outside cease to exist. I'm lost in the moment, unfurling the layers of desire that wrap around us, creating a cocoon where time is irrelevant. The dance continues; our bodies entwined in a rhythm that’s both primal and tender. I can feel her heart thrumming beneath my touch, our pulses syncing together in the heated cocoon we’ve spun. Every caress of mine is deliberate, teasing out responses, coaxing her into a spiral of ecstasy.

Carefully and precisely, I grab the belt and loop it around her neck, pulling the strap through the buckle and giving it a gentle tug that squeezes the air out of her lungs.

“Let go,” I whisper against her lips, my voice a low rumble, granting her permission to release the weight of all expectations. “Let tonight be about us.”

With her eyes fluttered shut, she loses herself deeper with every stroke and every kiss. Her body molds to mine, and I take her higher, satisfying the insatiable cravings that awaken within both of us.

With each thrust, my cock sliding into her pussy with ease, I pull on the belt strap, choking her even more. The confident push-and-pull of our exchanges makes every moment richer; every sigh she emits reverberates through me, slipping into the marrow of my bones, marking this night as something unforgettable.

“Don’t hold back,” I order gently, my voice holding a roughness edged with hunger, fueling the deep-seated desires swirling in the air.

I want her to grasp every threaded moment and indulge in every pleasure. Her response is immediate; she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, an invitation echoed with a feverish kiss that speaks volumes of her own hidden needs. She wants—wants me, wants this reckless, midnight adventure—and so do I. For a night, we abandon ourselves to the wildness—the fantasies, the daring, the possibilities.

Rolling on top of her, I shove her legs open wider, allowing my cock to slide deeper between her tightening muscles, her pussy swallowing me whole. Putting my mask back down, her taste lingering on my lips, I cup her breast firmly, pulling on the belt as I fuck her, admiring the red color her face takes on as her air intake becomes less and less.

She taps my shoulders, then claws frantically at them when I don't loosen the leather from around her throat. I pound into her, shaking the bed against the wall, making sure the guys can hear our encounter from the living room.

This is what I've been fucking waiting for—to squeeze the life out of her while my cock rips her apart, owning her pussy as she continues to soak me. I watch her eyes roll back, her body twitching, and it's not long before she goes completely still beneath me.

Lifting my mask now that she's passed out, I sink my teeth into the side of her neck, biting her with as much force as I can without breaking skin and making her bleed. I let go of the belt, keeping it around her throat, and begin fucking her as hard as I can, the stillness of her body igniting a fire in my balls that sends shivers along my spine.

Since she's passed out cold, I lift my mask, keeping it on top of my head as I grab her hips and lift them, putting her lower body at a perfect angle for me to slide inside her cunt as deep as I can. I want to make sure she feels the pain when she wakes up.

Glancing at her throat, I see a dark red bruise forming from the tightness of the leather belt wrapped around it, which only fuels the desire pumping through my veins, making me destroy her cunt with vicious thrusts, taking out all of my aggression on her limp body.

Just as I feel my balls throbbing and my cock pulsing wildly between her slick, tight pussy walls, the door bursts open behind me, and I can't stop myself from letting go inside her—coating her insides with every drop of cum that jets out.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Cole roars behind me, storming over and literally ripping me off of Noelle, still passed out with the belt around her throat.

Cum drips out of her from the sudden withdrawal, and I stagger back, watching it soak the sheet beneath her ass. He rushes to her and unbuckles the belt, gently massaging the marks I left behind with my teeth.

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