And Jesus fuck, gagged or not, the desperate-sounding moan that he answered with almost hadmecoming.
Later, though.
I licked around his crown and then bobbed down to the root, suddenly needing to taste his cum like I needed air. I neededallof Noah, all the fucking time, and because he was goddamn perfect and always gave me everything I wanted, his cock immediately started to thicken in my mouth, his ass quivering and clenching around my fingers as I pressed down on that hard little P-spot of his and sent him into another round of thrashing against his restraints.
And then I fucking gagged, because six inches was apparently a hell of a lot bigger than it looked once you got your throat involved. Jesus. How the fuck did he manage to swallowmymonster cock the way he did?
I eased off for a second, keeping just the head between my lips as I looked up at him and switched back to the gentle stroking action he liked inside his ass, just moving the tips of my fingers inside all that tight heat as my cock throbbed in recognition of its one true home. I fucking ignored it, though. And I know, right? Not my usual M.O., but fuck. Noah’sface. The way he was looking down at me, like I was the goddamn second coming, cracked something right open inside me.
I let his dick slide out of my mouth, the words I’d been trying to say to him all night following right after, suddenly as easy as breathing.
“Love you, Noe,” I said… and got a muffled, wide-eyed shout and a full-blown facial in return.
I laughed, wiping his cum off my face, and pulled my fingers out of his ass.
“Thought I told you to come in my mouth,” I growled, surging up to pin him underneath me. And fuck, I’d never get tired of how right that felt.
I tugged my old jersey out of his mouth and used it to wipe the rest of my face and my fingers clean, then released his wrists and wrapped him up in my arms so I could kiss the ever loving shit out of him.
Yeah, my cock still needed some relief, butIwas fucking in charge here, and right now, I needed this more.
“You love me,” Noah said when I finally let him breathe again, all sweet and soft and sticky in my arms.
“Yeah,” I said, even though it hadn’t been a question. “Always.” My face felt hot at all the mushy shit, but fuck chickening out again. “I fuckingloveyou, Noe,” I said, owning it like a boss because that’s what he deserved. “You’re it for me.”
He grinned, so damn bright it almost blinded me. “Ditto,” he said, the cheeky little shit. “Always.”
And swear to Jesus, it didn’t matter what was gonna happen with his parentals the next day; or whether we eventually ended up going with Plan B, C, or D; or even—fuck—even if he shouted down the whole damn house when I fucked his next load out of him a few minutes from now. As long as I could keep right on putting that look on Noah’s face—for the rest of my damn life, thank you very much—I already knew exactly what our future looked like.
It looked fuckinggolden.
Epilogue
Noah - Three Years Later
“Oh my God,”I said, all the glowy contentment from having just come ten minutes ago disappearing as I stared into the closet. “Gage, I have nothing to wear!”
He snickered, and I whirled around to glare at him. He was already dressed and looked perfect, dammit. He was also leaning against the door jamb of our bedroom with a sexy smirk on his face that made me want to forget all about bothering with the commencement ceremony and just go back to what we’d been doing in the shower. But ugh, my parents had driven up—staying the night at a hotel, thank God, since our apartment was just a one-bedroom—and they were planning on taking us out to breakfast in an hour, so that probably wasn’t an option.
Mom had hinted that they had a graduation gift for us that I was pretty sure involved plane tickets… for all four of us. I wasn’t exactly excited about the idea of going on a vacation with them, but since it was yet another sign that they’d finally come around to liking my boyfriend, and wewouldbe moving halfway across the country once Gage started the job he’d been offered after his last internship, I guessed it would be okay.
“Pretty sure you’re already wearing exactly what I like to see you in,” Gage said, which was totally unhelpful even if it gave me a happy little thrill that I’d never get tired of. “Almost,” he added, his voice going husky as his eyes skimmed down my body, making me shiver. “You should definitely lose the towel, babe.”
I’d buckled my collar back on the minute I’d dried off, of course, and if I dropped the towel, that and the little barbells through my nipples would be all I had on. Which, like Gage said, was pretty much how he liked to keep me whenever we were home alone together… but as much as I adored being his live-in fucktoy as well as his boyfriend, wedidhave to leave the house today.
I turned back to the closet, huffing out a breath, and started flipping through the hangers. I owned collared shirts, right? I might not have had to suffer through a bunch of corporate interviews like Gage had, but hadn’t I worn one for like, some stupid charity thing we’d gone to with my parents once?
Oh, I’d probably left it back in my closet attheirhouse.
Sigh.
“Babe, your graduation gown is going to cover up whatever you put on,” Gage said from behind me, making my eyes flicker over to where our caps and gowns were laid out near the bed. “So does it really matter?”
No. Yes? Maybe. I mean, he was right, but I wouldn’t be wearing the gown when we went out to eat, or after the ceremony was over. And even if getting a degree hadn’t miraculously made me fall in love with any particular career option, graduation still felt like a big deal, so… so shouldn’t I try to look nice?
And okay, I guess part of it was also that—since my parents had finally come around on our original Phase Two plan back when we’d been freshmen and footed my tuition bill for all four years—I wanted to do everything I could to show them that it had been worth it… even if Istilldidn’t know exactly what I would be doing next. Other than keeping my master happy, of course, which Gage insisted was enough but which there was obviously no way I could ever mention as a #LifeGoal to myparents(even thought it totally was).
Sooooooooo… right. Ididneed something nice to wear, and what the heck was wrong with me that I hadn’t thought of that beforeright now?
