The Stocking Was Hung(22)

“Fuck, shit, Noel…I’m going to come, baby,” I warn her, my release taking a small pause when the word baby slips out.

I don’t want to be one of those clichéd idiots who call a woman baby just because her mouth is on his dick. It slipped out and it felt right, and not just because her mouth is indeed on my dick, sucking faster and harder, her cheeks hollowing out with the force of her excellent sucking skills as she continues to deep throat me.

Her other hand joins in the fun, cupping my balls and rolling them around in her warm palm, and that’s it. Game over. I’m done for.

“Shit! Fuck, I’m coming,” I warn her again, not wanting to spew in her mouth and completely disgust her if she’s not into something like that.

Noel doesn’t even pause, taking my cock all the way into her mouth as my hips jerk forward and I come harder than I ever have in my life, her hand still rolling my balls in her palm as I shout and curse through my release. She swallows every drop of my cum like a champ, and I really do become one of those clichéd jack holes when I have to clamp my lips closed before I do something stupid and profess my love for her in between sobs of pleasure.

She moves her lips slowly up and down my cock as my hips continue their little twitching spasms until my orgasm finally subsides and my ass slumps back down into the chair.

“Sweet mother f*cking Jesus,” I mutter as she sucks her way up and off my dick, giving the head one last little kiss before sitting up and leaning back on her feet.

With a swipe of the back of her hand across her mouth, she quickly gets up and with shaking, fumbling hands, I shove my cock back into my boxers, standing on unsteady legs to pull up my jeans and button them.

“You just gave me a blow job on Santa’s throne,” I say dumbly when I get my jeans zipped and pull my shirt down over the waistband.

I should be thanking her, telling her she’s outstanding, getting down on my knees and ripping her own pants off to return the favor, but all I can do is stand here in Santa’s Workshop stating the obvious.

I’ve become orgasm-stupid.

“I hope this is what you asked Santa for, otherwise it’s going to be really awkward if you just wanted a bike,” she teases with a smile, walking over to grab her coat from the floor and sliding it back on.

I chuckle as she bends down and unplugs the fireplace, my dick stirring in my pants all over again when I get a view of her ass in those tight jeans she’s wearing.

“Well, I really wanted my very own official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle, but I guess this is good enough,” I say, grabbing her hand and yanking her toward me until her body is pressed up against mine.

“Awwwww, you quoted A Christmas Story.” She stares up into my eyes.

Even though I’m the one who should be smiling after what just happened, seeing her happy again after the crap her family said earlier makes me feel good.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I remind her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close, wondering why she fits so perfectly against me, like she was made just for me to hold.

“No one has ever said those things about me before. Ever,” she whispers. “It doesn’t even matter if you were just playing a part. I get it, and it’s fine. Just…thank you. Thank you for defending me even if you didn’t mean it.”

She lifts up on her toes and presses her lips against mine, holding them there while her hands come up and her palms cradle either side of my face. There’s no tongue, no heat, no making out, just the soft press of her mouth on mine, and once again, there’s an ache in my chest that almost takes my breath away. She pulls her face back and looks up into my eyes, and I can’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth even if I want to.

“What if I meant every word of it?” I ask softly.

She blinks up at me wordlessly and I hold my breath, waiting for her to tell me I’m f*cking insane or maybe even laugh at me for saying something so stupid.

A knock at the door ruins the moment and Noel sighs loudly when Nicholas’s voice shouts through the wood.

“Every time you f*ck in Santa’s Workshop, God kills a kitten! Dinner’s ready, you sluts, get inside!”

I drop my arms from around Noel as we hear the crunch of her brother’s boots through the snow when he walks back to the house.

“Fun time is over,” Noel informs me, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door. “But my mom made ham, cheesy potatoes, and apple pie so that should make everything better.”

My stomach growls loudly, making Noel laugh as we head back out into the snow and stroll through the Christmas display this time so I can get a better look at everything while she points out different decorations that I didn’t notice the first time.

Yep, I’m definitely getting attached to this girl and her family. How in the hell am I going to just walk away in a few days?





Chapter 9




Noel


Hello, my name is Noel, and I’m sexually frustrated.

I want to curse at Sam as he stands a few feet away, browsing through a stack of sweaters on a display table at Macy’s, but it’s not his fault I feel like I should be at a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting. After the stellar blow job—if I do say so myself—I gave him in Santa’s Workshop, we argued up in my bedroom for twenty minutes about him sleeping on the floor again. He wanted to return the orgasm favor and I didn’t want him to feel obligated to do so. I didn’t suck his dick to pay him back for saying all those nice things to me. Okay, so maybe that was why I dragged him out there to begin with, but once I unzipped his pants and saw that glorious package inside, I really, really wanted to put my mouth on it. Forget the nickname Sox, he shall now be referred to as Hung, forevermore. I felt like it would just be safer all around if he slept on the floor again instead of being a hot-and-sexy-tempting-body-of-gorgeous man spooning me in my twin bed. I’d never be able to resist having sex with him if he was in next to me in bed.