“True.” His shirt joined his tie on the chair, and I leaned back to take in the impressive beauty that was Noah Spencer’s chest.
“Holy crazy wingspan, dude,” I whispered. “You are just all . . . hard . . . muscle. You’re so incredibly built, Noah.”
One of his hands framed my face. “I work out a lot. Since my knee was injured, most of my training and conditioning has been focused on my upper body, so . . . yeah. I might be a little more toned than usual.”
“Because before then, you were such a slacker,” I teased. “Don’t forget, I’ve known you long enough to realize that’s a lie.” I ran my fingers over his pecs, tracing the ridges that defined his muscles and trailing my touch down to his abs. My hands wandered lower, to where a trail of fine light hair led to the unfastened waistband of his pants.
I lifted my eyes to meet his, and the naked gleaming need I saw there was almost my undoing. With fingers that trembled slightly, I found the zipper on the pants and eased it down.
“Now comes the moment of truth,” I whispered. “Just a warning. If I find balled up socks, mister, I’m probably going to cry.”
Noah brushed my hair out of my face. “I’m fairly confident you won’t be disappointed,” he rasped.
I let go of his pants, but they didn’t fall to the ground, as the front was caught on a long, hard erection.
Without a word, I maneuvered the material around his hard-on and down his legs. Kneeling at his feet, I untied his dress shoes and sat back as he kicked them off, along with his pants.
“Hold on. Let me take off my socks.” He hooked his fingers in the calf-length black socks and made short work of them, then he stood before me in nothing but tight black boxer briefs that left very little to my active imagination.
Since I was still on my knees, I decided to do what felt right. I rose up a little until I was face-level with that irresistible cock. I used one hand to palm him while the other stroked up and down his silk-covered length. A spot of moisture began to show, and I could feel him grow longer and harder even as I touched him. The wide head of his cock emerged from the waistband of his boxers, and I bent my neck to touch my tongue to the slit.
Noah groaned, his head thrown back and his chest heaving. Keeping in mind what he’d said about how fast this could end, I chose to treat him like a bomb that could detonate at any moment, keeping the thin layer of his underwear between my caresses and his sensitive member. My mouth moved up and down as I breathed through the cloth.
“Alison.” His fingers moved over my hand, sifting through my hair. “Would you do something for me?”
I lifted my mouth from his dick and glanced upwards. “I was under the impression that I already was.”
His laughter was little more than a wheeze. “Oh, yeah. You are. But . . .could I ask you—would you take off your dress? Seeing you on your knees with your mouth on my dick is the most insanely hot thing—but it would be even better if you were naked. Please. If you don’t mind.”
“Mind?” I tilted my head. “I don’t think so. Give me just a minute.”
Reaching down, I grasped the hem of my dress and slowly, sensually, peeled it off my body. I wasn’t wearing a bra, only a tiny lace thong. The way Noah’s gaze greedily consumed me, I decided he liked the view.
“Is this better?” I ran my hands over my body. “Does it help?”
“Holy fucking hell,” he muttered. “Give me a minute. If you touch me right now, I’m going to embarrass myself.” He closed his eyes again and whispered words I couldn’t hear.
“What are you saying?” I inquired, smiling a little as I looked up.
“The worst things I can think of. Trying to distract myself so I can stay controlled.” He sucked in a labored breath through his nose and then let it out. “Okay. I’m good. I think. You may proceed.”
I smirked. “Oh, thank you, sir. Happy to serve.”
One side of his mouth curled. “Watch it. I might like that kind of talk. Maybe it’s my kink.”
“All you have to do is say so.Sir.”
“I was only kidding. I don’t really get off on submissiveness.” He brushed my hair away from my face, catching it up in one hand and gently twisting it up and out of the way. “But I do want to be able to see what you’re doing, because I’m a very visual guy.”
“Well, if that’s the case, I think it’s time we take away the barriers.” I reached around his back to tug down the briefs, slowly and carefully easing them down, revealing his perfect body in all its glory to my waiting gaze.
And what glory it was.
His ass was all muscle, so tight and almost without any give. His thighs were like tree trunks and just as unyielding as the sturdiest wood. And speaking of wood . . .
“So good news,” I choked out, my fingertips running lightly up and down his long, wide shaft. “No socks here. Consider my curiosity . . . satisfied.”
“God, I hope not,” Noah rumbled. “Because I’m a long way from there.”
