Because…
Just, fuck.
Because I needed him to come for me.
I needed to make him comehard.
I wanted my boy to feel good, fucking always, and I needed all good things in his life to come fromme, because I… you know, wasn’t great with certain kinds of words. And right now, I just… I needed to give him something epic. Blow his fucking mind out the end of his dick. I needed to… to just... I needed him toknowshit, okay?Feelings-type shit. Like the kind he’d unleashed on me earlier with that L-bomb of his.
I stopped hammering his prostate for a second and watched his blissed-out eyes try to refocus on me, his whole body arching up in a silent plea for more as he whimpered behind the gag.
“Noah,” I said, the rest of the words I wanted to add getting all locked up in my throat, just like they’d been doing all night.
I could still show him, though. Give him more than he thought he could handle. Make him come so hard he forgot his own name and only remembered mine. I’d fucking give himeverything… and he knew me well enough that he’d get it, yeah? He’d understand? He’d know that just because certain shit didn’t come that easy to all of us in the verbal way, that didn’t mean it wasn’t there?
He whimpered again, his cock leaking so much, so fast that it was pooling up in the concave dip between his hip bones and starting to drip down his sides.
My mouth watered, and I had a sudden flashback to a memory from the Church of Kink. That dude with the tongue piercing? Yeah, not interested… but it had definitely gotten me thinking about the sorts of things a metal stud like that could do while sucking a cock, andthathad gotten me thinking about sucking cock myself. Specifically, me sucking Noah’s cock, which wasn’t something that had ever crossed my mind before that moment in church, but that right now, with him wearing nothing but my collar and his dick twitching and bobbing and sexing up the whole bedroom with the scent of his spill, I suddenly fucking… fuckingwanted. Shit, maybe even craved.
Which was actually kinda perfect, you know? ’Cause nothing saidyou’re my whole fucking worldlike Hoovering the shit out of your boyfriend’s dripping cock.
“Love how fucking wet you get for me, sweetheart,” I rasped, slowing down my assault on his ass, switching it up from pounding that P-spot of his to a gentle stroking-type action I’d figured out that always made him fucking crazy.
Sure enough, the muffled sounds from behind his gag turned from hot-and-desperate to needy-and-desperate, his whole body twisting and arching like it was caught in a storm. Which, side note, was hot as fuck with him all anchored to the headboard like that. I was definitely gonna have to look into the restraint issue some more for the future. Right now, though? I had some logistics to figure out. I mean, sure, it wasn’t rocket science—open mouth, insert cock—but after months of feeding Noah mine, I’d come to the conclusion that there were like, expert-level moves that I’d previously been unaware of. The boy could fuckingsuck, and no way was I gonna let him down by putting in a half-assed performance for his first go-round.
Wait,wouldit be his first time?
Wouldn’t he have told me if some chick had sucked him off at some point?
“Noe,” I said sharply, grabbing onto his hip to hold him still so he’d pay attention. “You ever get a blowjob before?”
His eyes went wide, his pretty little dick flexing so hard it almost went vertical. Then he started shaking his head frantically again, his eyes locked onto mine as a whole ocean of muffled, porny sounds swelled up behind his gag.
I grinned, all that possessive caveman bullshit he brought out in me standing down. “Good.”
I shifted down on the bed, keeping my fingers buried in his ass and using my other hand to get his dick at a better angle—because I was a motherfuckingbossat athletic moves, thank you very much—and dragged my tongue over his leaking slit.
“Mmmmmpppphhhhh,” Noah shouted behind the gag, his hips bucking toward my face as a fresh wave of precum poured out of his tip.
And goddamn, I’d tasted it before of course, because my boy got that shiteverywhere, but fresh from the source like this? It was fucking delicious.
I licked him again, and even with me holding him down, he twitched so hard that he almost took my eye out.
“Settle, slave,” I said sharply… which probably had less of an impact due to the shit-eating grin I couldn’t wipe from my face. Because hell to the yeah, I knew how to treat my boyfriend right. I may not have had any experience with dick sucking—at least, not from this side of the equation—but clearly, my natural-born talent was shining through. Well, that and, you know, the whole loving-him thing. Guess that probably helped, too.
Jesus, if I could justsayit, like Noah deserved…
I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth instead, tagging his prostate at the same time, because some shit a guy had to work his way up to, you know?
Unless you were Noah, of course, who’d goddamn blindsided me with it earlier.
I mean, ’course he loved me, that part wasn’t news. But just sayin’, who had the balls of steel to just come right out and fuckingsaysomething like that? Just… bam! No warning. No build-up. Just yank the pin on that bad-boy and toss it at me hot, blowing away all the soul-sucking bullshit that had come just before and then standing in the blast zone with his dimples blazing and his whole heart on display as the dust settled around him, like he hadn’t just rocked my entire world by coming right out with the L-word like that.
I flattened my tongue and took him a little deeper, and he made a deliciously desperate sound that had me grinning around his cock like a damn love-struck fool.
Because who did that shit? Myboyfrienddid, that’s who.
“Babe,” I said, popping off for a second. “You gonna be good for me and come in my mouth?”
