“You will be the first man I dared kiss,” he said, his eyes glassy with need.
He was well endowed, and a bead of excitement rested in the slit of the crown. I dipped my head, licking my way around the circumference. “It is an honor to be your first, and I promise tomake this memorable, but I bid you not to make too much of it. Physical pleasure is a powerful aphrodisiac and can fool the mind into believing it’s more than what it is.”
He nodded, his fingers raking into his hair, the color high on his cheeks. “I have no delusions that anything more can happen between us than already is, but I don’t really wish to talk anymore.”
“I understand.” With a wink, I brought the crown into my mouth, sucking on the flesh. He jerked beneath me, and I watched him struggle to maintain control. My first cock-sucking had ended in my spunking in a matter of seconds. I was impressed by his control.
At the same time, I was determined to make him lose it, one moan at a time.
Chapter Nine
Lord Oliver, Duke of Hayesford
Jubilation cut through the lust pumping through my veins. I confessed my truth, and Noah hadn’t been repulsed. His warning still lingered in my hunger-filled brain. He was doing incredible things to my cock, and I never wished for the sensations to stop.
With the tip of his tongue, he drew a line along the underside of my length. Throughout my youth and in the dead of night, I’d imagined some nameless man performing this task for me as I writhed beneath him. While other men at university spoke nonstop about their conquests, I used my future engagement to Amelia as an excuse not to go whoring with the rest of them.
Noah lifted his head, his hand still pumping my cock. His lips were rosy from his ministrations, his tawny eyes dark and sultry. I leaned down to kiss him, our tongues colliding in a dance older than time. My nipples rubbed against my shirt, adding to my already straining passions. I looped my arm around his neck, the need to touch him strong.
“I want to see you. All of you,” he said between sultry kisses.
The clock chimed the half hour, and I stifled a groan. I had to leave at the top of the hour. “I want that too. I want to touch you all over. Next time?” I asked.
“Next time. For now, I have something to finish,” he said with a wicked grin. He dipped his head once more, and my laughterended in a gasp. He slipped the crown of my cock between his lips and sucked, his tongue flicking the slit at the top. The scents of earth and musk hovered between us, my cock aching to experience more of what he graciously granted me.
“Noah, oh... Oh God, it is very intense.” I arched my neck at the sheer concentration of sensations, the tendons in my back and shoulders straining. The flush of need reddened his face, and the heat in my own flamed. My chest rising and falling with each breath, I tried to remain still. “And you are very proficient in, um...”
“Mouth-fucking?” With a teasing laugh, he took me deeper into his throat. Heart hammering with suppressed need, he worked my cock with more speed, his mouth and hands moving in rhythm.
“What is the etiquette here?” I asked, finding it difficult to concentrate on anything but his actions. I was at the end of my endurance and eager for him to take me over the finish line, but I held out.
Noah removed his cock from his small clothes. He pumped my cock in tandem with his own, sucking hard on my crown. I opened my mouth, closed my jaw with a snap, and threw my head back. I shuddered from his ministrations while he milked my cock. He studied me as I found my fulfillment, satisfaction glowing in the depths of his eyes.
Slumped in my seat, I watched as he settled his knees on either side of my hips in the chair.
“Now, I wish to return the favor,” I said. I slid my tongue into his mouth and touched his cock. This was another first for me, and I yearned to do to him what he’d done to me. I gripped the length, our tongues gliding in a leisurely fashion. Thus far, our tryst exceeded my expectations. I thumbed his silky head, and he thrust into my palm until his cock exploded from release. I continued to pump his length until he collapsed across me.
Noah rested his head on my chest, my body sated. I cleaned my soiled hand with a handkerchief and threw it aside before wrapping my arms around his waist, drawing him close to my body. He’d warned me not to make more of this than warranted. I understood the appeal and the drawbacks of carrying on an affair. Emotions were fickle and were often involved whether the participant wished for them or not. Warm lips pressed to my temple, and I turned my head, my lips skimming his pliant ones.
“Thank you,” I said. Yawning, I allowed my eyes to close. Too soon, I would have to leave.
“You’re welcome.”
The ticking of the mantel clock and our breathing broke the quiet in the room. “I’m very sleepy,” I said in a barely audible voice.
