Somehow, Noel senses my tension. His fingers caress my thigh, sliding up the fabric of my dress. “Relax, sprout. If you want to delete it, just let me know. We don’t have to watch it.”
I swallow the lump, taking in a breath. “I want to watch.” I need to watch, just to see what he’s been jerking off to, if nothing else. The fact he’s willing to delete something he’s spent all morning editing makes me relax.
“I was just worried about what I looked like.”
He takes my hand and presses my palm against his dick. My mouth parts, excitement coursing through my blood as I palm his erection. “This is what watching you onscreen does to me. So whatever you think of yourself, know this is what I think.” He’s practically panting as I gently squeeze my hand around him, loving the feel of his rigid cock in my hand.
“You better play the movie before this becomes a live show.” I nibble on his ear, enjoying the brush of his five-o’clock shadow against my cheek.
He reaches towards the coffee table and presses a button on the laptop. The TV comes to life and with me on the screen, teasing my buttons, one by one. “That dirty lip bite right there. That’s the money shot. Fucking delicious.”
My core clenches as I watch the screen with wide eyes. Noel’s voice on the TV says ‘touch yourself’. Absentmindedly, I slip my hand between my thighs just like I do on screen. I scrunch the fabric of my dress in my hand, gathering it up so I can feel the slickness pooling in my panties.
Noel’s lips press against my neck, nibbling at the throbbing pulse there. His fingers find the hem of my dress and help me tug it over my head so I’m able to work my hand down my panties a lot easier. My finger slips between my folds. I’ve never been this wet.
I shudder as I circle my sensitive spot. On the screen, my back arches as I spread my legs, my breasts bouncing as I work my hand between my thighs.
“Look at you, sprout. Fucking sensational.” Noel flicks the clasp at the front of my chest and my bra springs open, setting my breasts free. “If you weren’t mine, you’d make a fantastic porn star. You could make a killing with a fans’ account. But this is for my eyes only.” He trails his hand over the scrunched rolls on my stomach. “These curves are mine. All mine.” His hand grips my wrist, and he pulls my circling fingers from my nub, only to replace them with his own.
“This is also mine. Mine to pleasure.” He licks below my ear. “Mine to take care of.” His lips press against my neck. “Mine to feed with my cock.” His fingers slip inside me and I moan as a tremble racks my body.
He growls into my ear. “That’s what I like to hear. Your moans are better than any Christmas carol.”
“You know how to make my body sing.” I pant out the words as he strums my spot with his thumb while curling two fingers inside me.
He continues to whisper dirty things into my ear. “Do you see what I see?” With his other hand, he turns my face back to the TV. The back of his head on screen hides my sex as he pleasures me with his tongue. “Look how beautiful you are. Watch your face in a minute when you spill your syrup all over my tongue.” His fingers continue to work inside me. My walls pulse with every dirty word, every moan from the screen, and every strum of his thumb.
Just as I climax on screen, my walls clamp around his fingers. The stimulation is too much. Is this what it’s like with a man? He knows exactly how to work my body. No boy has ever been this good at bringing me to orgasm. I’m ruined for all guys my own age. Noel Carole can play me like a fiddle any day of the week.
“I love watching you come.”
“Good thing you have it recorded, then.”
He pulls his shorts down, letting his veined cock spring free. “Sit on me.”
I lift myself up, pulling my panties down my thighs and sit on his lap so my back rests against his chest. His hands spread my cheeks and the head of his dick runs through the valley, seeking my heat.
With a wriggle of my hips, I work myself on his cock. My body trembles as he stretches me and I let out a moan. Riding him while watching us fuck on TV makes this seem surreal. The way he looks at me shows me how much respect he has for me, even though what we’re doing is far from respectful.
I’m falling faster for this man than all the guys I’ve dated before. All the times I thought I was in love don’t even compare to how I feel now. With him, I’m a woman. I’m his. I’ve been his since I was a teenager, circling my bundle of nerves while picturing his dreamy face. No one else has made me come as hard as I have with him, even when he was only in my head. He may still call me little sprout, but there’s nothing little about me anymore and the way he looks at me, he knows it.
NOEL
Gray trudges into the open living space and drops on my sofa like a mouldy Christmas pudding.
“I’ll get the beers.” I don’t need to ask if he wants one. Judging by the way he looks, he needs one.
“Thanks.” He stares straight ahead at a blank TV screen.
Thoughts of Glory and me from last night flash through my head and I can’t remember if the video of us is still saved on the streaming stick. Quickly, I grab the beers from the fridge and jog back into the room where he’s still staring at a blank screen.
“What’s up? More Cam trouble?”
“Things aren’t too bad with Cam. I’ve been making her work less, and she seems to be in a better mood.” He runs a hand over his weary face. “It’s Glory I’m worried about now.”
My head snaps to the side. My blood runs cold. “What’s happened? Is she all right?”
“I don’t know.”
