Page 35 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

“I thought you’d enjoy the suspense.” He smirks against my neck, a devilish glide of his tongue across my collarbone giving me chills.

Before I can retort, he kisses me again, this time rougher and more desperate, and my body responds on instinct. A hungering fire sparks between us, and I know he feels it too. I’m remindedof our stolen moments, the thrill of secrecy that had drawn us together.

“Let’s heat things up,” he growls, turning the faucet off abruptly.

He lifts me effortlessly, his strong arms wrapping around me, carrying me out into the chilled air of the bathroom, where the temperature contrasts sharply with our steamy passion. I gasp as he sets me down on the plush towel draped across the counter, his gaze burning into the blindfold covering my eyes. The anticipation in the air shifts, intensified by the chill surrounding my bare skin and the heat of his body just inches away.

“Tonight is ours, Ms. Saint. Let’s make every fucking second count,” Q says, and with a swift motion, he lifts my legs onto his shoulders and positions his hard cock at my entrance, my back being pushed into the cold mirror behind me. “Are you ready for this, my dirty, forbidden slut?” He questions, his voice taking on that low, seductive rumble that sends shivers racing through my body like electricity coursing through a live wire.

“Yes,” I breathe, my heart pounding against my ribcage, both from the cold air and the fire bubbling just beneath the surface of my skin.

All traces of hesitation vanish as I squeeze my eyes shut beneath the wet blindfold, the promise of pleasure coating his voice, igniting the spark within me even further. It’s like we’re the only two people in existence; our world narrowed down to this moment, this heat.

Suddenly, he flips the light switch, submerging us into total darkness, and to my surprise, he removes the blindfold from my eyes, allowing me a freedom that he's never given me before.

"I want to look into your icy blue eyes when I fill your cunt. I want to see them roll back in your fucking head as I destroy you for any other man."

In one smooth thrust, he fills me, and I gasp, the delicious stretch overwhelming me. There’s a rawness to it, an urgency that shows how much we’ve missed one another. My body instinctively wraps around him, drawing him deeper, craving every inch of him like an addict craving their next fix.

“God, you feel so fucking good, Miss Saint,” he growls, his voice a throaty whisper as he begins to move, slow at first, but with each thrust, he gains speed and intensity.

The sound of skin meeting skin fills the air, merging with the echo of water droplets still clinging to the tiles. I let out a low moan, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter tightly, desperately drawing nearer to the edge with every magical thrust. Q watches me with a predatory gaze, eyes darkening as he revels in the power of claiming my body and hearing the sounds of my pleasure float directly into his ears.

“Let go of anything holding you back,” he murmurs, a commanding energy lacing his tone. “You’re completely safe with me. You're fucking mine.”

And just like that, I allow the wave of sensations to engulf me without reservation. The moment our bodies connect in this forbidden dance, it all fades—the worries, the past, the chaos outside. It’s as though we’re wrapped in our own universe, existing solely for this electrifying exchange.

I can feel the tension building inside, rising like a tidal wave ready to crash. With each thrust, Q drives deeper into my pussy, holding nothing back; the way his body moves against mine ignites a fire that I thought had long dwindled. The repeat motion sets my body alight, and I tilt my head back against the mirror, surrendering to the pleasure spiraling through me as his cock pulses between my already clenching walls.

“Q,” I pant, breathless and desperate. “I’m close.”

“Keep those fucking eyes on me, sweetheart,” he commands, and I obey, locking onto his gaze like it’s the only thing tetheringme to this earth, even though I can't see anything but the whites of them... but it's more than enough to make me fall even more over the edge with him.

With each deep, vicious thrust, he takes me higher, a perfect rhythm that sends every nerve ending spasming with delight. My breathing grows erratic, a testament to the pleasure consuming us both. He leans closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he initiates his pace, driving me closer to ecstasy.

“Come for me, slut,” he urges, his voice a husky whisper that wraps around my core, pushing me further into the heat.

And then it happens—a wave of pleasure crashes over me, pulling me under as stars explode behind my eyelids. I scream his name as bliss consumes me, my body shuddering as I ride the euphoric wave, letting every ounce of sensation wash over me.

“That’s it, Ms. Saint,” he growls, each thrust now wild and primal as he chases his own release. “Let me feel it. Let me see how much you've fucking missed me. Let me feel how fucking soaked you can make my cock."

The delicious sound of my orgasm pushes him closer to his own edge, and in a fit of ferocity, he thrusts deeper—harder—until he joins me in our orgasm, his body tensing as he spills into me with a guttural groan that reverberates through the bathroom.

We remain tangled together, breaths mingling, bodies slick with remnants of water and the remnants of our mixed cum. As the sounds of laughter and festivities filter back into our awareness, I realize this moment could be just the beginning, or it could be one of our last.

With a grin that makes his eyes twinkle, Q helps me off the counter, his hands gentle yet possessive as he catches my gaze, a promise lingering in those darkened eyes.

“This is just one surprise,” he murmurs, a teasing smirk on his lips.

I shiver at the thought, excitement bubbling up within me. The warmth of the moment still clings to us, but there’s more to come—more to explore tonight. The new year stretches out before us, ripe with possibility, and I think I’m ready for whatever he has in store.

Joining the party alone, it's not hard to spot Cole and his teammates as they stumble around the backyard, drinks in their hands, their bodies taking on a warm, enjoyable buzz. I grab myself a glass of white wine and glance into Cole's eyes, a different look passing between us, one that I've never seen.

Before I can make my way around to mingle with my guests, Cole excuses himself from his teammates and heads right for me, making me more nervous than I was when Q snuck into my bathroom, waiting there for God knows how long.

Nervously, I take slow sips of my drink, but deep down, all I want to do is chug it all in a single gulp. I can feel the glass slipping from my palm due to the nervous sweat, even in twenty-degree weather as the snow falls in little shimmery flakes.

"You've outdone yourself, Noelle," Cole says the minute he walks up to me, stopping only feet away, so close the tips of our toes in our shoes are touching.

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