Page 34 of The Goalie and Santa's Little Helper

“So that’s a yes?” he says against my ear, pressing his hard-on into my palm.

I nod, shifting so he’s under me, and I straddle him at the waist. I flatten both palms on his stomach before slowly pushing his long-sleeved T-shirt up his body. He lifts his head and shoulders to aid me as I pull it free and toss it on my floor. He circles my wrists after my palms flatten against his chest again, every muscle perfection.

I smirk and tilt my head.

“Are you . . . flexing?”

“Absolutely not. This is just how I’m built, baby.” His pecs twitch under my touch, and I sling my head back in quiet laughter.

Noah’s hands slip to my thighs, inching up my legs and around my ass until he grips both cheeks. He drags me toward him until I’m centered on his cock, and I bite my lip as he releases a quiet groan.

“Have I ever mentioned how great it is that your parents’ bedroom is downstairs?” He pushes up against me again.

“Maybe once, when I caught you and Anthony smoking a joint in his room, blowing that shit out the window.”

Noah chuckles, squeezing his eyes shut then peeling one open to look at me.

“Fifteen was not my best year,” he admits.

I gaze down at his bare chest, trying to remember what he looked like then. At the time, I thought he was so hot that he couldn’t possibly be any more handsome. I didn’t understand what sexy was.

“You weren’t so bad,” I say, leaning over him and letting my hair cascade around my face, shielding us from the rest of the world as my lips brush against his.

“Neither were you,” he says, nipping at my upper lip.

I pull back a touch to look him in the eyes.

“You did not see me as anything other than the bratty sister,” I protest.

His hands clutch my ass, digging into my skin as he pushes up against me again.

“There was definitely a shift. And it happened a while ago.”

I blink slowly, all of my suspicions from before swirling with his admission.

“And now?” I rock my hips as his gaze smolders and trails down the length of my body.

His mouth is a focused, nearly straight line, tinged by a devilish curve as his hands glide to my hips, then up my sides, gathering my cotton nightshirt. I lift my arms over my head as he removes it from my body. He grazes the backs of his hands along my cheeks and jaw as I let my arms fall to my sides. His fingers weave into my hair, combing each side over my shoulder, then twisting the ends in his fingers along the tops of my breasts. Once there, he cups both hands around my swollen mounds and rubs his thumbs over my hard nipples, sending waves of pleasure down to my tummy and core. He pinches the hard tips and holds them tight, pulling me toward him, and I obey, leaning forward a few inches under his command.

His smirk grows.

“Good girl,” he says, and I rock against his hard cock again, soaked from two simple words.

His palms leave my breasts, gliding along my ribs as his fingers draw light scratches down my skin until they reach the waistband of my cotton panties. I rise as he pulls my underwear down over my ass and hips, exposing my light strip of hair above my pussy. He leaves me this way, my panties stretched around my thighs, and glides his hands around my ass again, squeezing my cheeks before sliding his palms to the front of my body. He brings his right hand to his mouth, sucking his thumb, thenmoving it to my swollen clit, gliding along my soft skin before pressing into me.

I arch my back as he sinks his thumb inside me, teasing me with his index finger and holding me still with his other hand. I take every taunt his hand gives me, riding his hand as I sit up tall and move my palms to his waist. I bite my lip to hold in the sounds begging to come out, my body aching for more of him. To feel him.

I grip the band of his joggers and tug them lower, the tip of his cock flat against his stomach, glistening with pre-cum. I rub my thumb over it, and Noah shifts enough to make room for me to pull his cock out completely. He’s so hard. So hot. And my pussy throbs with want.

I crawl over his body so I can step out of my panties completely while Noah pushes his pants and boxer briefs down his legs before I return to my new favorite position. Noah guides my hips, lining me up so my pussy rubs against the tip of his dick, and he teases me with it as he grips himself with his hand.

“Fuck me, Noah Drake,” I whisper, and his eyes flutter shut for a second, his chest vibrating with a quiet growl.

I lower myself as he guides his cock into me, and I sink down on him slowly, feeling the wonderful stretch and fullness of having him inside me.

“We have all night,” Noah says in a hushed voice.

I smirk, loving that I can ruin him so quickly. I’m the one who makes him lose control. It’s my body he can’t resist.

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