We collapse together, breathless and shaking, tangled in heat and sweat. His weight settles on me, and I wrap my arms around his back, holding him close. He doesn’t move, his chest risingand falling against mine, his mouth brushing my jaw every time he exhales.
Eventually, he whispers, “I didn’t mean to say that—that thing I called you.”
I smile, running my fingers through the curls at the back of his neck. “No, baby. You did. You don’t have to be sorry for calling me your cockslut.”
He groans into my chest, clearly mortified. “I just— It came out. I don’t even know where I heard it.” He lifts his head, and when I look into his eyes, they’re still wide, still uncertain, but soft. “You didn’t hate it?”
I shake my head, pulling him down into another kiss. “I loved it.”
“You’re not just saying that?”
“Noah.” I kiss him again, firmer this time. “You could call me your cockslut every time, and I’d still get hard.”
He flushes. “Oh.”
I laugh, and so does he. It’s the first real laugh either of us has had since this started, and it eases something between us, just a little. “You surprised the hell out of me.”
“I surprised myself,” he says, then, he adds, “Did I—was that okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, pulling him back down. “No, you didn’t hurt me. You were perfect.”
He huffs a laugh, eyes glassy with disbelief. “I don’t think perfect involves coming in under five minutes.”
I grin, dragging my knuckles over his jaw. “I don’t give a fuck about how quick it was. That was your first time, Noah. It was supposed to be fast. And you still made me come so hard I forgot how to breathe.”
He blushes, but it’s different now—less self-conscious, more pleased. His fingers ghost down my side, tracing sweat and skin.“I didn’t think I could do that. I didn’t think I’d ever be the kind of person who could… say those things… But I think I liked it.”
“I know you did,” I murmur. “And you sounded so fucking good doing it. Don’t stop calling me filthy names, Babygirl. Not if it makes you feel that way.”
He smiles, blushing all over again. “Okay. But only in bed.”
“For now,” I tease, and pull him tighter. “Just wait, you’ll be growling them at me in the kitchen next.”
He groans and hides his face in my chest. “Please shut up,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh while he sucks in a breath, his cock still hard as fuck inside me. “Can I stay like this a little longer?”
“Inside me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he says, lightly rocking his hips, and I gasp.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold him closer. “Stay as long as you want.”
He rocks his hips again, and I groan this time, my fingers tightening around his waist as I bury my face in the crook of his neck. “Noah…” I warn, breath catching.
“What?” he whispers, voice soft but edged with mischief.
He thrusts again, and my back arches, body clenching around him involuntarily. He knows what he’s doing, even if he pretends he’s still shy. My mouth falls open as every sensitive nerve inside me sparks all over again. “Blue—fuck—”
“You said I could stay,” he whispers innocently, but the glint in his eye isn’t innocent. “You didn’t say I had to behave.”
I let out a strangled sound, and he smiles against my skin. That smile. That fucking smile. It used to be shy, sweet, soft eyes, and innocent questions.
Not now.
Now, it’s cocky and wicked. And his eyes—fuck. All blown-pupil chaos and quiet mischief, like he doesn’t know whether to be shy or smug about how good he’s being.
“Oh my god,” I groan, dropping my head back against the mattress when he pulls out all the way. The stretch and drag of it make me clench around nothing, and my whole body shudders.
I reach for him, but he doesn’t let me touch him.
