Toe the Line(42)

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” she said.

“What in particular were you waiting for?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“To act out the fantasy you told me about at the beach.”

Practically shaking with how badly I wanted to taste her, I slid Noelle’s panties down and without further ado, lowered myself until my face landed right between her legs.

I licked my lips. “Spread your legs for me.”

After she did, I took a moment to appreciate the beautiful sight, barely visible in the darkness. Thank goodness for the moonlight through the window. My mouth watered in anticipation, and I felt goose bumps forming on her legs.

“Are you cold?”

“No. Just excited.”

My tongue ached with the need to taste her, but first, I wanted her totally naked. “Take your shirt off,” I ordered.

I watched as she slipped her T-shirt over her head. Unsure where to begin, I went straight for the gold, lowering my face to her beautiful mound and pressing my mouth against her opening. My dick was ready to explode. She was already wet.

“Damn, Noelle,” I spoke over her skin. “You’re so ready.”

Her fingers threaded through my hair as she writhed under me. I began to massage her clit with my tongue. Then I pulled back and circled my thumb over it before sticking my tongue gently inside of her, eventually moving in and out with growing ease.

Her legs were restless around me. I needed to slow down so she could savor this—so I could savor this. I moved back, rubbing her arousal over her clit before lowering my mouth yet again, this time sucking and licking even more voraciously. After several seconds of devouring her, I knew I needed more, so I stopped and whispered, “Let’s switch places. I want you to ride my face.”

Her eyes widened as she smiled and moved out from under me. I lay back as she positioned herself directly over my mouth.

Wrapping my hands around her ass, I pushed her down on to me and went to town on her swollen clit as I groaned into her. Her breathing became labored, and I knew I was hitting her sweet spot even better in this position.

When Noelle’s legs began to shake, I figured she must have been close. I pressed my mouth harder against her and spoke against her flesh.

“Come on my mouth,” I urged.

I felt a spray of something hit my face and almost laughed out loud. Not even a few seconds later, I felt the pressure of her bearing down. Reaching up, I covered her mouth as she panted into my palm while she came. Eventually her movements slowed, and she moved to my side and lay facing me.

Ready to explode, I tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I’ll be right back,” I said, excusing myself to the bathroom.

I didn’t trust myself to put my dick anywhere near her right now, so I rubbed one out real quick to take the edge off as I looked at myself in the mirror, turned on by the sight of her arousal all over my face.

“Did you just go in there to jerk off?” she asked when I returned.

“I did.”

“Why? I could’ve helped.”

“I know, but I don’t trust myself tonight,” I said. “By the way, you need to add a talent to your repertoire for Miss America Scholastic.”

“What?”

“Squirting.”

She covered her mouth. “Oh my God. Did I?”

“Pretty sure that’s what I felt. It was fucking amazing.”

“Not sure that qualifies as a talent…”

“It does in my book.” I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close and bringing her into a kiss.

“Do I have to go back to my room?” she asked.

“Not if you’re quiet.”

We lay in silence for a bit, Noelle gliding her fingers along my chest. “If you could do anything with your life, what would it be, Archie?”

I ran my teeth along my lip. “I would probably be a chef…”

Her eyes went wide. “Really? I thought you’d say artist.”

“That’s a close second, but I love to cook more than anything.”

“You’ve never mentioned that.”

“It calms me, and I love the idea of creating something that gives people pleasure.”

“You’re good at giving pleasure.”

“Why, thank you.” I sighed. “Anyway, I never cook around my dad because he likes to chastise me. But when I’m alone, I do some serious damage in the kitchen.”

Noelle patted my chest. “You need to make me something before we leave.”

“If I ever get the kitchen to myself, I will.” I gently grabbed her ass. “What about you? What’s your dream job?”

She shrugged. “I just want to travel and tell stories.”

“Well, you’re headed in the right direction. I have no doubt that you will.”

“I hope so. I’m excited to see where life takes me,” she said.

“You’re very optimistic. I’d love for some of that to rub off on me.” And then my mind went to the gutter at the thought of anything rubbing off of her on to me. Especially since I could still taste her on my lips.

She ran her fingers through my hair. “So much in life is about how you look at it, Archie. If you dread something, that negative energy will impact the experience. If you try to make the best of it, always look for the good in things, you’ll have a much better time.”