Free Ricochet by Lore Ree

catch my breath, I flopped onto the floor and brought her with me. It was uncomfortable as hell. I might as well have been lying on a cement slab, but with Noelle in my arms, it was easy to endure.
    My eyes drooped in exhaustion but popped open when I felt her sit up. I had a feeling she was about to try and pull some shit, but I wasn’t ready to let her go yet or say good-bye. I grabbed her hands to stop her. “Stay.”

    Noelle rubbing her ass against me woke me early in the morning. At first, I thought she was sleeping, but then she started tracing the tips of her fingers against my arm.
    I grunted out a good morning. She turned in my arms and threw her thigh over my hip. With a quick peck on the lips, she moved down my chin to my throat. Craning my neck to the side, I gave her better access to the skin right above my Adam’s apple and grabbed ahold of her ass. At the same time, she trailed her hand down my stomach.
    When she slid her fingers under the waistband of my boxers and slowly fingered the trail of hair there, I fucking giggled. I couldn’t help it.
    Noelle froze.
    “Did you just giggle ?”
    I snorted as though it were the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. “Of course not.”
    “Bullshit.” Her posture perked up along with the tenor of her voice. “Yes you did. Let’s see if you’ll do it again.”
    She tried to slide her hand down my pants again, but I grabbed her wrists, flipped her onto the mattress, and pinned her hands above her head.
    When I saw the look on her face, I laughed .
    Not one to accept defeat, Noelle wiggled under me, trying to free her thighs, which were also trapped between my legs. I dipped my head and rubbed my stubbled face against her cheeks and neck. She squealed, and thrashed her head from side to side.
    “Say you’re sorry for trying to tickle me, and I’ll stop.” I continued rubbing the side of my face against her cheek. I was so into this moment—getting to be carefree, being a little playful without being told I was acting immature.
    “Never.”
    I whispered in her ear, “Say ‘I’m sorry,’ and I’ll let you up.”
    She shivered. “Nuh-uh.”
    “So, you're not sorry?” I licked the shell of her ear.
    She jerked a little but managed to shake her head.
    “You’re not?” I said in a singsong tone then nipped at her chin. “How ’bout now?” I lowered my head to her chest and nosed aside the sheet. I swirled my tongue around her nipple before sucking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. I let go of her wrists, grabbed her other breast, and gave it attention . She squirmed underneath me. Slowly, I licked down her chest and stomach and bit around her belly button.
    “Still not sorry?”
    “Nope.”
    I looked up to find her reclining on her elbows, with hooded eyes and a sexy smile. I was hard as a rock, aching and grinding against the bed to alleviate some of the tension. Her look and smelling her so close had me tempted to stop teasing her. I wanted inside of her. But I didn’t want this moment to end.
    “One last time, Noelle. Are you sure you’re not sorry?”
    She tapped her lips with a finger. “I’ll go with no.”
    I grabbed ahold of her thighs and urged her legs open. I slid one finger from the bottom of her belly button all the way to the bottom of her pussy and then back to the top and pressed the tip of my finger against her clit.
    Then I waited. “Last chance.”
    When she shook her head again, I pushed my fingers inside of her.
    Gasping, she threw her head back and brought her hands up to cup her tits and pinch and pull her nipples. I stopped fingering her and took a second to enjoy the fact I had turned her on like this. I wanted to forget about my game. I wanted my dick—hard and aching for her—to replace my fingers. I managed to refocus and teased the insides of her folds with the tip of my tongue. Licking one side and then the other and then along the crease of her inner thigh, I ignored her engorged