“Teaching you. That’s what you want, right?”
“Okay.”
“Noelle, I need to be as deep inside you as possible. I just can’t get enough of you. This angle…” I push in and she yelps. “It may be a little bit of hell before we get to heaven.”
“I’d rather go to heaven than hell.” She screams as I push inside. Her nails bite into my skin. Sweat drips from my body to hers.
I pound into her until it becomes sloppy. I’m all out of control when she has her third orgasm, gasping for air. My toes curl, and this orgasm races through me like a semi-truck driving at top speed down a fucking mountain.
Erratic, I nearly black out, cum pumping like an oil well as I pull from her body. Noelle wraps her fingers around my shaft and pumps me until I’m empty. And when she releases me, she smears it onto her stomach.
Collapsing on top of her, she absorbs my weight. “Sorry,” I whisper.
“For what? For being with me?” her voice sounds small, with a hint of surprise.
Rolling off her and to the opposite arm, I joke, “No, for not lasting longer. You’re just…”
“Don’t say I’m just too young. I’m a woman.”
I pull her head to my mouth and kiss her temple. “Every ounce of you is a woman. I was going to say you’re just too fucking sexy and that we should have used a condom.”
Now I’m thinking about her and Brooks and how she’s been sick. An internal reminder that I can’t really have Noelle. Maybe this once, but not long-term.
She pops up, half lying on my chest and half on the bed. “No one’s ever called me sexy until you.”
“Everyone can see it except you. Lean into it. It’ll make you feel more confident to do whatever you want to me,” I chuckle.
“Once you teach me everything you know, I’ll do them all to you.”
All I know? That could take weeks. Months.
I find myself grinning, but there’s no way we can keep up this fake dating for her family. They want this done as soon as possible. Rookie camp is over, so there’s really no need to fake a relationship now.
Of course, her family has no idea that I’ve tasted, fingered, and fucked Noelle. If I’m honestwith myself, she’s the woman I would want if I wasn’t sick. So, as long as we have a reason to fake it, I’ll keep coaching her.
But in the long run, she needs a man that will be around.
And I won’t be.
TWENTY
NOELLE
Cloud nine? I’m on cloud ninety-nine.
Feeling desired. Complete. Satisfied. I sure hope heaven feels just like this. Waking up. Going to work and then spending the afternoon with Matt picking out a few items we missed last night.
“You bought too much cheese,” he says, staring into the cart like it’s a playbook.
“There is no such thing,” I inform him. “Cheese is the duct tape of food.” I eye the ingredients. “But I’m most excited about making a Cherry Surprise.”
He grunts, grumpy on principle, tossing another bag into the back. “I’m not eating anything with the wordsurprisein it.”
“Are you saying that you won’t eat my momma’s Cherry Surprise?” I ask, elbowing him in the side.
“Nope.”
Rising to my toes, I kiss his cheek. “Please.”
