Page 25 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

Without giving her a heads up, I shoot my cum inside her, feeling her shiver against me as her cunt grips my cock like a vice, soaking it with her release.

"That's it, come for me, you fucking whore," I growl, gritting my teeth and slamming her even harder on my cock, desperate to ride out the final wave of pleasure ripping through my insides. "Tell me how much you love fucking strangers, Noelle. Tell me now," I demand, needing that one little oomph.

"I...I," she stutters, moving her cuffed hands to my other hip since she can't move them anywhere else.

When she doesn't finish, I slide my hand up the front of her body and wrap my hand around her throat. With my other hand, I grab another handful of snow and shove it into her mouth, her jaw dropping in shock.

"Stick out your fucking tongue," I tell her, grinning as her lips part, her tongue darts out, and all the melted snow drips fromthe corners of her mouth, gliding down her delicate skin and over her sensitive nipples.

"Now tell me how much you love being fucked by someone you don't even know."

"Mhm, I love..." She swallows the rest of the water that doesn’t drip out. "I love being fucked by a stranger," she admits, her seductive voice shaking as she continues to come, unloading her denied orgasm from Cole earlier.

By the time we both finish, Noelle's body falls limp against mine, and all I want to do is wrap my arms around her and hold her, but I keep reminding myself that this isn't what this is about. We have less than 24 hours with her before things return to normal, meaning she can never know who we are.

Cole still records the two of us, his eyes fixated on Noelle's back, tracing the flock of butterflies that cascade along her spine. I wonder if he'll have a hard time keeping quiet about this, especially since he's been obsessed with his stepmother for fucking years. She's got to know he's stalking her; he's not too subtle about it. Noelle feeds off the attention, so she's likely to pretend she doesn't like it even when I know she's just giving him what he wants.

Cole went into this wanting revenge for his father's murder, dead set on Noelle having something to do with it... but does he still feel and think that way? Does he have something fucked up planned for her, or is he finally realizing that she was a victim just like his father, and how fucking much he wants her—how much he wishes he could reveal himself without there being dire consequences?

twelve

Cole

Iend the camera, halting the recording, aware that I'll revisit it later—when life returns to its usual rhythm, and Noelle and I resume our roles as stepmother and stepson. I slip my phone into my back pocket and take a few quiet steps toward Noelle, my gaze tracing the vibrant patterns of butterflies of various sizes that adorn her spine.

With a subtle nod, I signal River to step out, craving a moment alone with Noelle, even though I’ve already had my turn. No matter how hard I try or how much I convince myself I should resist, I just can't fucking leave her alone—my desire for her is overwhelming.

"Get back on the edge of the tub," River snaps, forcefully pushing her off his lap as he rises from the hot tub.

She says nothing, obediently doing as she's told, a shiver running through her as her wet skin meets the chilly air. River grabs a towel from the table, wrapping it around himself before striding to the door, not bothering to glance back at us.

Unnoticed, I retrieve my phone again, propping it up on the railing and angling it just right for what I'm about to do. I creepup behind her, my hand gently wrapping around her throat while my other hand cups her full breast, causing her to gasp softly.

"Who's there?" She asks, turning her head from side to side, oblivious to her surroundings in the blindfold.

"It's me, Little Freak," I whisper, my voice a mixture of surprise and assurance, as though she’s relaxing into the moment, allowing her defenses to drop.

And yet, she really fucking shouldn’t.

"I wasn't expecting you," she breathes heavily, her body seemingly relaxing against mine as my touch on her skin sets her—and me—on fire.

"I had to see you again. I had to have another moment alone with you before... just nevermind," I grunt, pulling her hair away from her neck and sniffing in greedily, embedding her scent into my nose like a fucking weirdo.

My eyes flick to the lights strung around the banister, and an idea suddenly pops into my head. Carefully undoing a short string, I begin looping them around her neck, letting the warm bulbs graze her cold skin, slightly warming her up. Undoing the cuffs around her wrists, I pull her hands behind her back and take the rest of the string of lights, wrapping the remainder around her hands so her neck and wrists are connected. She's not going anywhere. And christ, she looks fucking gorgeous lit up this way.

Spinning her around, as she goes to part her mouth to speak, I snatch her lips in a frenzy, kissing her like I just can't get enough... because I fucking can't. Every pulse of our hearts seems to sync as I consume her mouth, each kiss igniting a fire deep within me. Noelle gasps against my lips, the surprise evident as she melts into my hold. The twinkling lights illuminate her face, casting an illuminated glow that amplifiesher beauty. I want to drown in this moment—to lose myself in her until the rest of the world fades away.

My hands explore her curves, tracing the contours of her body as the softness of her skin sparks against my touch, teasing my senses. I can feel her breath hitch as I press her against the cool surface of the banister, the resonance of her heartbeat quickening under my touch.

I finally pull away, just enough to look at her face, searching for any hint of doubt or fear.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Yes," she replies breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with a warm hue that makes me want to kiss her all over again. "I just wasn't expecting this... or you."

I chuckle softly, the sound mingling with the distant splashes and murmurs from River's retreating figure. "I know you weren't, but sometimes the best moments come when we least expect them."

She gives me a small smile, one that tugs at my very core, and I feel something deeper than lust stir within me. It's a strange mix of affection and urgency, an overwhelming need to protect her—and possess her at the same time. A rush of confusing feelings about whether or not I should hate this woman or love her like I have been.

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