But not with Noah. It changed. I hadn’t even thought about wanting to wake up with someone, even someone I loved. I had no idea it would be like it was.
Sometimes—I woke up before Noah and just watched him. Yeah, yeah. That old cliché. Well, sleeping with someone as gorgeous as Noah made it not cliché anymore; it felt absolutely fucking necessary.
When the soft morning light made its way through his too-threadbare curtains and fell over his body… dear Lord. The first couple of times I truly thought Noah was playing possum and just lying there for my benefit. The whole jaw slack and mouth wide open during sleep thing? Yeah, he didn’t do that. He looked like he was just lying there, sheets around his waist, the bulge of his cock highlighted. Sunlight made the dark hair covering his muscled chest seem to glow. His normally man-bunned hair lay loose in soft tangles around his head. His full lips, thick brows, and dense beard made him look like a lumberjack wet dream. He was fucking gorgeous. I got caught staring at his beauty, alternating between feeling like an insignificant pile of shit lying next to him and wanting to set up a video camera, hit record, and wake him up so I could show my friends what he looked like when he was fucking me. Otherwise no one would believe it.
He looked so beautiful lying there asleep in the morning; if he weren’t my boyfriend, I’d hate him.
Noah groaned softly in his sleep and shifted his hand to rest over his chest.
I started to reach out and let my hand join his, run my fingers over his muscles, through the hair, but I didn’t want to wake him. I wasn’t done staring. Creepy and cliché or not.
With another groan, he moved his hand down his stomach and dipped it between his body and the sheet. At first I thought he was scratching, then realized he was stroking his morning erection.
I glanced up at his face. His eyes were still closed, his breathing deep. I returned to watching him move his hand up and down his length under the sheet. My own cock responded in kind. Instantly hard. Instantly raring to go. I watched for a couple more strokes before I gingerly lifted the sheet and moved it farther down his body. As I looked at him, he let out another groan. At least I thought it was him, until I realized it was me.
Noah’s cock wasn’t the biggest I’d ever had, but it was up there. And I knew I was supposed to say size didn’t matter, but for this piggy bottom boy, it did. It really, really did. And Noah more than satisfied. Not only was it large, but it was pretty. No, really. It wasn’t a deal breaker or anything. Lots of cocks weren’t pretty. And if I had to choose between size and penile attractiveness, I’d pick size every time. But Noah’s was both. Perfectly formed. Thick. Smooth. Just enough veins to give it that dirty seventies-porn look. Pretty enough that it was hard to decide if you wanted to suck on it for a few hours or simply stare at it.
“You either need to get your lips or your ass around my dick and quit staring.”
I glanced up to see his brown eyes full of lust. I swatted his hairy stomach. “You ass. I thought you were sleeping.”
“How many guys do you know who start to jack off while they’re sleeping?” He lifted his left hand and ran his thumb along my lower lip. “Now quit staring, and put those beautiful lips to good use.”
I didn’t wait to be asked again. I shifted on the bed and took him in my mouth, keeping my eye on his stomach, waiting for his back to arch like it always did. He didn’t disappoint.
No matter that we’d fucked right before bed, both of us were ready to go again. We always were. And Noah had lived up to his claim of being as slutty as I was. People said sex didn’t have to be that big a deal in a relationship. Those were the same folks who said size didn’t matter. And, yeah, I knew our relationship was still new. Still in the honeymoon phase where we were supposed to fuck like teenage bunnies, and we did. But I didn’t think the amount of sex we were having was going to slack off too much the longer we were together. At least not for the next twenty or so years.
After taking his length all the way into my throat several times, I bit at the base of his cock. Not sharply, but hard and firm, and then held it. As always he groaned out several curse words and wrapped his fingers in my hair. I loved having the power to make him sound like that. To make his cock flinch and weep in my mouth. Releasing my hold, I lifted my mouth off him and began to lick the large vein on the underbelly of his dick.
“Randall. Just—” Noah’s breath caught.
I paused and looked up at him and cocked a brow.
“I don’t wanna wait. Sit on my dick and ride until you cover me in your cum.”
God, I loved this man. I’d dreamed of having Noah my entire life. I never hoped he would love sex as much as I did. “Yes, sir.” I leaned up and forward to give him a quick kiss on his lips, then straddled him. I spit in my hand and rubbed it over my hole, and then with a cry, I impaled myself on his already slick cock.
All too soon, I covered his stomach and chest with my load.
WE OPTEDto go out to breakfast, both too used up after sex to have the energy to cook. Noah didn’t have to be at the rescue until two, and I didn’t have a photo shoot, just editing from the last couple I had. It was another aspect of a relationship I’d not realized I wanted. A long, leisurely breakfast after getting your brains fucked out by the hottest guy in the world, who you were also crazy in love with? Yeah. That. Even if I had dreamed about it, it still was better than anything I could have come up with.
Leisure wasn’t going to last.
Before I got halfway through my biscuits and gravy, my cell rang. Kayla.
I hit Ignore.
She called back instantly.
I answered. “Hey. What’s up? Noah and I are at breakfast.”
Kayla sounded panicked. “Are you home?”
“No. We’re at Biscuit Bitch. Why?”
She hesitated. “Get Noah’s phone. I’ll send you a link, but I don’t want to get off the phone with you.”
“Kayla, just tell me. You’re scaring me.” My heart was already doing double time. “Is everyone all right?”
