His brows furrow. “What?”
“I’ve never…” My voice falters, “I’ve never done anything with anyone before you.”
His hand rises to cup my jaw, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth, and I lean into the touch. “I know, baby, but—”
“I want to,” I say, firmer this time. “I want to do something for you. You always take care of me, and it’s not that I don’t love that, it’s just—” My throat tightens. “I want you to teach me how you like it. I want to know what you sound like when you lose control. I want to feel your hands in my hair and see what it does to you when I’m the one on my knees.”
Damien blinks, and his pupils blow wide again, throat bobbing with a hard swallow. “Jesus Christ, baby.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be good at it,” I admit, my voice small. “But I want to try. I want to learnyou.”
He exhales shakily, both hands coming up to cradle my face, and he leans in until our foreheads touch. “You wanna learn, my sweet girl?”
I nod.
“Then get on your knees.”
Damien
Idon’tsayitlike an order. There’s no bark in my voice, no edge—just a raw invitation, a space I’m holding open for him to step into, if he wants it. When Noah slips off my lap and sinks to his knees between my legs, my heart stutters hard enough that I feel dizzy. I keep my hands braced on the sheets, forcing myself to let him move first, to give him the control he’s never had.
He glances up at me, searching my face for any sign of doubt, but there’s nothing there except awe and want, and perhaps a little fear. My cock aches, straining against my boxers, and when he drags his hands up to the waistband, I nearly lose it.
He’s so fucking brave, even when he’s shaking. “Just tell me what you like,” he whispers, voice soft and uncertain.
Swallowing hard, I say, “Anything you give me, Blue.”
He gives me a look, eyes flickering, not letting me off that easily. “Damien, be real. I don’t know what to give you. Please teach me.”
I chuckle and reach down, weaving my fingers gently through his hair, tugging until he looks at me. “Just touch me.”
His hand trembles when he wraps it around me over the fabric, but the heat of it is enough to make my hips jerk. When he leans in, mouth brushing the hard line of my cock through my boxers, I can’t hold in the sound that escapes me.
“That’s good,” I manage, barely more than a breath. “Fuck, that’s good. Just like that.”
He gets bolder, mouth trailing lower, then higher, lips teasing, hands mapping the line of my thighs until I’m panting for him. He glances up, fingers toying with my waistband, eyes shining.
I nod, heat rushing through me. “Yeah,” I rasp. “Go ahead. Take me out.”
Noah works my boxers down slowly, and the cool air hits me, making me shiver. I’m leaking with anticipation, cockhead flushed and sensitive. I can see the shock on his face, the way he stares at me like he’s never seen another man naked before—which, to be fair, is probably true. It makes me want to ruin him and protect him at the same time.
“Start slow,” I coach, forcing myself to stay gentle. “Wrap your hand around the base and stroke. And if you want, just… let me feel your mouth a little at a time.”
His touch is cautious but eager, his hand curling around the base, thumb rubbing over the head, and making me hiss. He leans in, lips parting, and licks the precum from the tip. I can’t help the sound that leaves me and the way my hips twitch up, desperate for more.
My hand fists in the sheets again, not wanting to overwhelm him. “Is this alright?” he asks.
Is this alright???Fuck me dead.
“God, yes,” I groan. “You have no idea how good. Just… keep going. Take it at your pace.”
He works his way down with soft, shallow kisses, then back up, lips brushing the head before his tongue flicks out, testing, tasting. Every new move is a revelation on his face—awe, shock, pride when I groan for him. I feel his hesitation, the way he’s nervous, but there’s hunger there too. I want him to know he’s safe to explore, to mess up, to try again.
“You’re doing so good,” I say, voice barely steady. “Feels incredible, Noah. Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
When he finally takes me into his mouth—just the head at first—I swear I could come from the sight alone. I let him take his time, swallowing around me, eyes watering a little, breath coming in shallow pants as he tests how much he can take.
“That’s it, just like that,” I murmur, my hand sliding to his hair, not pulling, just holding. “You’re so fucking good for me, baby.”
