Page 24 of The Goalie and Santa's Little Helper

“You wanna hop in that back seat?” I suggest, nodding toward the roomier space.

Noah blinks twice, then flies out the driver’s side and into the back seat, sliding to the middle before pulling me through the space between the front seats and onto his lap. I straddle him, sinking down to cover his hard cock and rocking my hips to feel his length under me.

“Holy fucking hell,” he moans, dropping his mouth to my throat as my head falls back. His hands glide up my sides and along my ribs, until his palms cover my breasts. He wastes no time taking over what I started, pinching my nipples through my dress and rolling them into tight pebbles. Shocks run through my core and tempt me to come.

“Is there a zipper on this thing?” He feels along my back, finding it quickly and pulling it down my spine until the shoulders of my dress are loose enough to slip out of easily.

I sit up straight and stare at his eyes as they rush with heat. He slides the bodice of my dress over the curve of my shoulders then down my arms, but takes his time to pull it off completely. It’s almost as if he’s making a show of my tits, torturing himself with the full sight of me bare. Torturingme.

When he finally slides the fabric over the hard tips and rolls it down to my waist, my nipples are puckered so tightly I feel as though they might explode. Noah brings his mouth to my right one, pausing with his tongue not quite on my skin. He flits his gaze to me and smirks through the temptation.

“I want to hear you.”

I finally let out the gasp I’ve been holding, and his tongue presses against the hard tip.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, sinking into him and rocking my hips again.

Noah sucks my nipple in as he pushes his pelvis up, grinding into me. His other hand slides along my hip and around my ass, his fingers digging in. I curse these stupid tights. I don’t care how cold it is. Why did I wear them?

His fingers scratch at the nylon, the tips teasing at my wet center. I want him to sink inside of me, and my need grows stronger with every touch. His teeth tease my nipple, and he soothes it with a press of his tongue before tilting his head back to look me in the eyes.

“Rip them,” I say as my mouth crashes down on his. He meets my needy kiss with roughness of his own, biting my lower lip as his hands claw at the tights over my ass. The material tears for him easily, and his finger pushes inside my soaking wet pussy in seconds.

“Oh, shit,” I moan, rolling my hips against his hand. He adds a second finger, pushing in and out at a steady rhythm until I feel myself swollen against his touch.

I scoot back enough to expose the waistband of his pants, and giggle as my hands work the drawstring.

“That’s not quite the reaction I was hoping for,” Noah says, his breath ragged but tone a little amused.

“It’s just . . . I’m about to fuck Santa. That’s all.” I jerk both the Santa costume and compression pants down his hips as he lifts for me. His cock stands tall and ready, and I wrap my hand around it to feel his warmth and width to ready myself for his size.

His hand touches my chin, coaxing my gaze to his as I stroke him slowly, and when our eyes meet, I know without a doubt he wants me as much as I have ever wanted him.

“You aren’t fucking Santa, Frankie. You’re fucking Noah Drake.”

His eyes smolder as his lips tick up in a devilish grin. His hand covers mine, and he works his shaft with me before holding it up as his other hand guides my body above him.

“I don’t have any protection, but I haven’t been with anyone since . . .” His ragged voice trails off as our eyes meet. I cup his face in my hands.

Since he kissed me. He’s been waiting . . . for me.

“I’m protected. And I trust you,” I say, lowering myself as he tugs my panties to the side, exposing me to his dick. I sink onto his cock slowly, stretching to fit him, and we both moan into the curve of each other’s necks.

“Oh fuck, Frankie. You feel so good,” he says, pushing up as I sink down.

Our rhythm is slow and steady at first, my hands braced on his shoulders as he grabs my ass and guides me up and down his length. The windows of his Bronco frosted completely, shielding us from anyone who may drive by. The heat is unnecessary now that our bodies are making their own.

Noah’s mouth covers mine and I let my hands roam along his arms, appreciating every curve of muscle and familiar scar from the ice. His hips start to lift faster, and my legs widen to take more of him inside me. My knees are so far apart that I’m nearly in the splits as I rock back and forth, chasing the growing need to come.

“Frankie, I’m close,” he grunts out. I grab his right hand and guide it to my clit, leaning back enough to let him tease me as his cock slides in and out.

Our gazes lock as we hold our breath, and when he swells inside me, my orgasm ignites, sending waves down my inner thighs and up my belly. Noah pumps into me, filling me with his cum as his thumb rubs wet circles against my clit, drawing my climax out and finishing me with another.

I circle his wrist with both of my hands and bring his hand to my mouth, tasting our sex on his thumb before letting my forehead fall against his. We pant until our breathing slows, and I sit straddling him, his cock still inside, for several minutes as I mentally replay everything that just happened. I can’t hide the smile on my face. And I don’t want to.

Just when the quiet starts to close in, Noah’s palm slaps at my bare ass, and I yelp and laugh. My palms flatten on his chest as I stare into his eyes.

“And what would you like for Christmas, Frankie Bardot?” The flash in his eyes makes me curious, so I rock my hips.

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