Page 59 of Small Town Boy

“Fuck, Bronwyn, you’re so wet…” he groans.

I wiggle my hips, trying to get him to make contact again. But he’s onto me. He avoids my clit, focusing on the rest of my pussy, toying with the entrance just enough to keep me on the edge. I close my eyes, focusing on nothing but the pleasure that is coursing through me, that Noel is single-handedly in control of.

I’m right there. I shift, bucking my hips forward, hoping that it’s enough to get what I want.

It isn’t.

Noel removes his hand. My eyes fly open, and I whine, missing his touch. How dare he. I’m desperate here—a puddle of want and desire. Then I realize where we are.

My cottage.

In the time it takes me to recognize where we are, Noel’s put the truck in park and rounded the hood, throwing open my door. I turn to face him, feeling the weight of his gaze skim up and down my body. I return the favor, taking in his mostly naked form, just as impressive now as it was back in the field. Only difference, now the bulge in his briefs is perfectly clear, showing off in the dim light of the streetlights. And holy hell, do I want to play.

I reach for it, wondering how it will feel in my hands, but Noel snatches my wrist, stopping me. A deep growl rumbles up from his chest, and his brown eyes go dark—almost black—as he stares into me like he’s seeing my soul. I feel the connection, way down deep inside me, every hair on my body standing straight up.

“I think it’s time I got you naked.”

“Past time.”

Fire flashes in Noel’s eyes, followed by a muttered string of words I can’t understand. It’s okay though, because his actions speak louder than those words, as he lifts me by the waist, hands on my ass and mouth to mine half a heartbeat later. I wrap my bare legs around him, circling my hips, still in search of that friction I’m craving. We’re a mess of hot, breathless kisses and caresses as he gets us to the door.

The jangle of keys barely registers—I’m too lost in him and in this moment to care about anything other than the damn door opening and then slamming shut.

Once it does, I know all bets are off. It’s just us, with the privacy so desperately needed to explore the way we want to. All it takes is a few of Noel’s large steps and we’re across the room. Unceremoniously dropping me on the couch, Noel licks his lips again.

“One last thing and then the talking is over.” I nod, anxiously awaiting whatever it is he has to say. “You look fucking delicious in my clothes.”

Delicious, huh?

I don’t have time to question him though. If I thought he moved fast before, he puts that to shame with how fast I’m out of his hoodie, my bra joining it in a pile on the floor. My nipples contract, a new wave of air hitting them, paired with all the lust rushing through me from just being around Noel.

A half-naked, very hard Noel.

Mouth to my breast, tongue laving at my nipple, he slips a hand into my panties. I moan, not knowing what feels better—that tongue or those fingers. Maybe it’s a combination of the two. Either way, I can’t think. My mind is consumed as he plays me like a piano, knowing all the right notes to drive me wild.

He moves away from my chest, kissing his way down my front. Each warm, wet, open-mouth kiss is like a brand, my skin hot and tingling where he left his mark. Part of me wondering if I’ll be able to see it later, the imprint of his lips, a memento of this moment.

When he reaches my panties, he wastes no time in yanking them off and spreading my legs wide. I’m exposed, on display, but somehow, not self-conscious. It’s impossible to be with the way he’s looking at me. Like he’s been wandering the desert for a hundred years and just discovered a fountain of icy cold water.

Slowly, deliberately, he drags his tongue through my sex, flicking my clit with the tip.

“Fuuuck!” I scream, throwing my head back. I’m so on edge, so ready to come, and all he’s doing is teasing me.

“Honey really is the perfect name for you. Because that’s exactly what you taste like.” He takes another lick, this time pausing at my entrance, toying with me, lapping up as much of me as he can. Sweet mercy, I think I might die right here. “You have the sweetest pussy, Bronwyn. I think I could spend the rest of my life between your legs.”

O…M…G…

I whimper, still too under his spell for much more. I need to come. I need that release. His dirty words push me closer, but it’s still not enough.

Returning his focus to my clit, Noel slides two fingers into me, tapping at my G-spot. And that’s it. I’m soaring.

My hands fly to the back of his head, fingers weaving into his hair, and I lose control. Thrashing left and right, I can’t hold on, my orgasm taking hold of me in a way I’ve never experienced. If you had asked me earlier this week, I would have told you the best orgasm I’ve ever had was given to me on the side of the road.

That’s now been bumped down to number two.

Grasping at Noel, I pull him up to me, the last of the aftershocks still coursing through me. I kiss him hard and fast, like his mouth is what I need to breathe. He kisses me back the same way, the two of us getting lost in each other, hands everywhere all at once, limbs tangling to get him out of the last item of clothing that separates us. His dick springs free as I yank his briefs down, and he groans into our kiss.

He kicks off his skivvies, wrapping an arm around me and flipping us over on the couch. I straddle his lap, the tip of his cock hitting my clit, sending a whole new bout of lust straight through me. I need him inside me.