Really Should Go Ch. 03

"N-Natalia will know," he slurred. "She--she knnnew somethin'... up, she w-warned me..."

"Aww~!" Noelle started bouncing and grinding faster again, and his words gave way to insensible moans of pleasure. "That's so cute! I always forget you two are such good friends. I guess it makes sense."

The pleasure was too much. It was everything. It was everywhere, and he'd never even... not with anyone, and now it was going to be Noelle, awful, abusive, manipulative, narcissistic, seductive, sexy, curvy Noelle...

"Yeah, Tali--I call her Tali, I think it's cuter--threw a little bit of a tantrum last year." She shook her head disapprovingly. "And she told enough people that something was wrong that I haven't been able to really take her back."

She leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

"Publicly."

Shivers traveled up and down his spine at her soft, wispy voice.

"See, even sweet little church girl Tali slips up, baby," she said sweetly. "And she's been praying under My desk every Sunday morning since August."

He was trembling. He couldn't stop himself from moaning as she ground her hips against him. Fuck, it felt so good, he just couldn't... couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't fight...

"Maybe you can join us next week~"

Over ten seconds of steady rocking, the full meaning of her words sank in deep, and despite the heat, his blood ran cold.

"Please," he whispered, as she pulled back to admire her prize, ground her hips from side to side. "Please, I can't--really, I--oh--f-fuckkk..."

Noelle's lips quirked. She reached up and, in one deft motion, lifted her sweater over her head and flicked it aside.

Her enormous breasts rose and fell, and the effect inside him was like a thunderstorm. They came crashing down, bouncing, jiggling, squishing together, and then they were directly at eye level.

His words fell away. He stared at them, dazzled. Hypnotized.

"Oh," he whispered.

Noelle's smile widened.

"That's right," she said sweetly. "Now, enough of that old excuse, baby. it's just you and me now, for the whole rest of the week. There's, um, no game on New Year's, right~?" She blinked her big eyes, pure, guileless innocence on her beautiful, angelic face.

But all he could do was stare at the little freckles playing across her cleavage, swirling around her areolas and right to her pert nipples like constellations in the sky.

"Aw, baby." Noelle's voice was sultry and soft, gentle sweetness glazing over the arrogant, sadistic condescending smugness. He felt her dabbing at his lips, and realized he was drooling.

He looked up at her, and suddenly he felt so small. So helpless. He could sense he was on the precipice of something, and he knew he should be afraid, but every roll of Noelle's hips made those thoughts just dribble right away, and his head felt so fuzzy, and Noelle looked so pretty, was being so... nice to him...

"You're not going anywhere, are you?" she said sweetly.

He blinked at her. Tried to muster a response.

And then a nipple slid into his mouth, and Noelle was pressing him back against the chair, and his protests were silenced forever.

He moaned, mewled, bucked. She wouldn't let him go. She wouldn't let him breathe. It felt so... so...

... nnice...

Everything felt soft and warm. Squishy. Blurry. He stared up at Noelle as she laughed at him, saying things he didn't quite understand, and his head spun at how... pretty she was...

... so... pretty...

His brain felt squishy, too. He bucked lazily, enjoying the waves of stupid pleasure that this gave him but not fully understanding where they came from.

But he had a nipple in his mouth. He understood that part, didn't he? Even babies understood what that meant.

Especially when she was lowering down close to coo, right in his ear, "You know what to do~"

And he realized that he did. He gave her nipple a tentative suckle, and her moans were a reward, a sign that he was being good. He suckled again, and again, and then found a rhythm, pressing in close and clinging as best he could.

Suck. Throb. Buck.

Suck. Throb. Buck.

His cock was tingling, buzzing, and his brain was getting softer and softer, the pleasure was getting better and better, and then--then--

--then he tasted something creamy and sweet on his tongue.

He looked up at Noelle in surprise, and she smiled down at him. As the firelight died away, she looked... radiant.

His cock started to throb harder, then to pulse, and before he knew it, pleasure was erupting inside him like a volcano. He was cumming, cumming underneath Noelle, cumming right there in his pants, squealing, mewling, cumming for Mommy.

It was pure ecstasy. His brain wasn't mush, it was goo. He moaned, ground his hips, suckled, drank. He just needed more pleasure, more milk, more, more, more, MORE.

"Oh, goooood boy," he heard Noelle coo down to him. She rocked her hips, drawing the orgasm out, milking his cock even as she squeezed her breast to pump milk onto his eager tongue. Her praise felt almost as good as being smothered, as being claimed, as being made to cum and cum and cum his brains away. "Oh, I think you'll be staying here with me for a long, long time. Do you know why, Louis?"

He whimpered. He wasn't sure how to form words anymore. But he knew how to do one thing.

Louis suckled, docile and broken.

Noelle's voice was a velvety purr of triumph. "Baby, it's cold outside~"