Page 10 of Holiday Hater

Breaking the kiss, I take a deep breath to attempt to clear my head. If we are going to stop, we need to stop now. “Do you know what you want yet?”

She makes a face of pure innocence as she avoids the question, pulling me closer again. Encouragement, this is what she needs. We need to get to the point she can tell me exactly she wants me to do before I’m crossing any lines. But it’s hard. My restraint must be ironclad because she rubs herself against me, her heat searching for my hardness. I take a deep breath and she manages to grind herself against me. It feels way too good for it to only be some light dry-humping.

Starting down a treacherous road, I put my lips to the soft spot behind her ear. She breathes heavier in my ear as I begin to suck and nibble my way down the creamy satin skin. I move as slowly as I can handle. I know if I keep going, I’m going to wind up with a faceful of her tits and I’m not sure how slow I’ll be able to go after all.

“Do…” Nibble. “You.” Suck. “Know.” Kiss. “…what you want yet?” Her body is bowed up to get as close to me as she can get.

“You. Everything.” Her arms tighten around my neck as I lower myself closer to her.

“Where do you want me to stop?” I nudge the strap of her top down her shoulder.

“I don’t.” She pulls my head until she can reach my lips again, her hands snaking into my hair.

Our lips seem to blend us together as we kiss. We’ve made out, gotten hot and heavy, but this is different. The anticipation burns between us as clothes are delicately removed from each of us. The feel of skin on skin is a dangerous feeling. I’d thought about this a lot, but it's so much more than I thought it would be. Every sound that she breathes out spurs me on as we kiss until we are both completely naked and panting from the sexual tension.

“Are you doubly sure?” I can’t imagine us going further and then for her to regret it. I pull away to take the condom out of my wallet, holding it up for her to see.

“Of course I am, Noah.” She plucks the packet out my hand and adeptly rips it open. Pulling me back above her, I watch openmouthed as she rolls it down my length in one very skilled motion.

My shock must be clear on my face because she rolls her eyes. “It’s been a while but I never said I was a nun.” She turns away, almost looking embarrassed.

Massaging her hip with my hand, I try to leave the tension that’s suddenly settled between her eyes. “That wasn’t judgment. It was awe. That was sexy as hell.” Instantly, she relaxes and a small grin appears on her lips. That’s better.

Pushing me to my back, I watch heavy-lidded as she climbs above me, rubbing her hips against mine to tease us. It doesn’t take long after she kisses me again to build us back to a pant. I don’t remember the last time sex felt this close and so good. She lowers herself down onto my length. I’m aware that since it’s been a while this could hurt her. I can feel how tight she is as she moves painstakingly slow.

“Are you okay?”

Her face doesn’t look pained. Even when she’s taken all of me, she just stares down at me with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Only nodding, she surprises me by moving her hips in a quick but steady rhythm.

I help her by tilting her hips with every thrust. I see the excitement on her face when she feels my guiding touch. Her mouth falls open further as she comes closer to release. This time is going to be quick, but I’ll make up for it afterward.

When I’m sure she’s close, I seat myself balls deep and grind her hips against mine. It works because she grips my arms with a death grip, her nails stinging as she falls forward onto my chest. The sounds coming from her throat give away her release.

Her hips still move on mine as her body tightens and releases around me and that's all it takes for me to fall over the edge and spill into the condom. Well, fuck, if we’re not doing that again in a minute.

Chapter Eleven - Sylvia

“You did dirty, unspeakable things with him, didn’t you!” Lillian’s voice bounces off the ceiling, nearly making my ears ring as she grabs ahold of my arm and pulls me into her apartment, my hand still raised from when I rang the doorbell.

How does she even know about Noah and me? “I have no idea what you are talking about!”

“Girl, your grin could catch flies. You got laid and I’d bet my LV handbag it was by that fine-ass pool boy.” She pulls me into the kitchen where large mason jugs sit filled with brightly coloured liquid that I can already smell is alcoholic. Tonight is going to get messy. “Our girl has become a milf.”

I cringe as she hands me and everyone else a shot. I haven’t stood in a room with everyone in so long. When Noah offered to babysit, wanting to spend more time with Lila, how could I say no? Especially when she agreed to it before I did.

“I saw that coming the second I introduced them!” Blaire raises her shot from where she sits at the counter on one of Lillian's ornate gold bar stools.

Lillian's taste is very extravagant. I look around the apartment, feeling slightly blinded by the faux diamond and gold decor.

“You’re the one to talk. What’s happening with you and Oliver?” My question knocks the joking grin right off her face.

“I don’t know, and I do not want to talk about it tonight.” She plunks her shot on the table, looking suddenly dismayed, making me feel bad for bringing it up. They seemed fine when I saw them last. “I do, however, want to talk about Lillian’s upcoming party and who is coming.”

“Everyone needs to come!” Lillian bounces up and down on the spot, making me wonder how many drinks she has already had. “You don’t need to bring dates; you can just come as your gorgeous selves! I know it is early, but I thought I’d do sooner rather than later to make sure everyone can come! Everyone gets so busy just before Christmas.” Lillian starts pouring cocktails into glasses and passing them around the room. When she gets to Ivy, she pops open a can of fake fizzy, pouring it into a cocktail glass and handing it to her.

“The joys of pregnancy.” She smiles at me but it’s borderline awkward. I bet it hasn't yet sunk in.

The glass I’m handed is filled with a blue bubblegum concoction that might as well have hangover written on it. I don’t even bother asking what it is because when I take a sip, it’s nice. I can happily get drunk on this.

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