Page 60 of Small Town Boy

“Noel…” My whisper is breathy, wanton. I can’t—won’t—hide how much I want him.

He brandishes a condom, from what seems like thin air, ripping it open with his teeth and sheathing himself. My mind is too clouded with lust to question or care where it came from, while also being grateful for the forethought.

Positioning him at my entrance, I slowly slide down his length. The glorious feel of him, the stretch of his cock entering me, is almost too much. Yet, it’s not enough. I moan, unable to hold back, loving that he seems to fit perfectly. And I haven’t even started moving.

“Fuck, Bronwyn…”

Fuck indeed.

Slowly, I lift up, then sink back down, getting lost in how full I feel. How right this feels. How right he feels.

“That’s it, take my cock.”

I pick up the pace, reveling in each movement, his dick hitting just the right spots as if on command. But I need more.

Reaching between us, I circle my clit. That, mixed with Noel’s cock, sends me hurtling toward the cliff, just like before. I continue to ride him and find a good rhythm, getting lost in it all. Nothing else matters—or even exists—right now. It’s just Noel and me. Two people, on their own planet, solely focused on each other. Coming together to form something that no one else will understand. Hell, at this point I don’t know that I understand.

All I know is that there is no place else I’d rather be right now than his arms.

“Yeah baby, use my cock,” Noel whispers, slipping his hand behind my neck and kissing me. “Are you gonna come again for me? Be a good girl and come.”

“Yesssss…”

Letting go of my neck, Noel grabs ahold of my hips and thrusts. Hard. I yelp, his unexpected movements catching me off guard—in a good way. He takes over, picking up the pace, grunting with each new piston of his hips. I throw my head back, still focused on my clit, my free hand making its way to my nipple, rolling it between my fingers.

My release is hovering right under the surface, ready to explode. I just need a…

“Gahhh!”

Noel bites down on my still exposed nipple. A bomb goes off within me, shooting me straight into outer space. All my synapses are firing at will, taking over, a beautiful mess of beats and rests, like listening to a corps of street drummers banging away. I careen forward, Noel catching me, holding me closer, still pumping into me, keeping my climax moving full speed ahead. A second later though, he roars, just like the lion he looked like earlier, the sound reverberating through me.

Spent, limbs completely useless, I bury my face in the crook of his neck, trying to catch my breath. The heaving of his chest matches mine, making my heart want to burst.

I take it back—side of the road has been bumped to number three. Whatever that was on the couch number two. Because this is now number one. I’m not sure anything will ever beat Noel holding me tight while we come together.

Ever.

It’s a long silent moment before we move. Curiosity finally gets the better of me though, and I lean back, just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes are back to that wonderful brown, but they’re different. Full of something I can’t name but do understand. Because it’s what I’m feeling too.

“I hope you know that’s just the beginning,” Noel tells me, punctuating his statement with a kiss. “I have plans for you all night long.”

My tummy somersaults. I like that idea.

“One question first.”

“I shoved the condom in my skivvies as I was getting back in the truck to drive over here. And yes, there are more where that one came from.”

Oh, good to know. I nod, opting not to tell him I have plenty in my bedside drawer.

“Okay, then two questions. How did we get in the front door? Or did you swipe my keys from my purse too?”

Noel chuckles. “I have a key.”

“You have a key to my house?”

“And to the vet clinic, and Kenzie’s dad’s place, and Willa’s and⁠—”

“You all have keys to each other’s in case of emergency.”