His lips quirk. “You’re going to regret saying that once I’m done with you.”
“No, I won’t. I want to feel you long after you’re done with me.” I pant, pulling him towards me.
“I’ll never be done with you,” he mutters softly.
“Yeah?Prove it,” I order. His eyes snap to mine, making me lose my breath. I see something flicker behind them as he twists the dildo out in a long stroke, before plunging it back inside of me in a swift thrust. I cough out a gasp, feeling the pressure explode inside of me. It’s both punishingandrewarding. “You fucker—”
Suddenly, he’s bent over me, wrapping his warm, slick mouth around my cock.
“Shit,” I moan, bucking my hips into his mouth. He holds me down to limit my motion, and instead, takes charge, pumping me with his throat while fucking me with the dildo.
My eyes roll back as he uses his expert tongue to flip and twirl around my swollen tip with his tongue piercing. Every time he hums around me, he sends a rhythm so smooth rippling down my shaft.
“That’s my boy,” I groan. After this past week, thinking about him and missing him, I’m already so close. Getting it from both sides, there’s no way I’m going to last like this. I bury my hands in his hair, trying not to push him down. He’s doing such a fantastic job on his own.
He clearly knows what he’s doing, because as he twists his wrist, he presses the dildo firmly against my prostate, sending involuntary jolts through my hips.
Before I know it, my balls seize and I completely lose control as I erupt inside his mouth. Widening my legs, I allow the pleasure to rip through me.
Noah.
My Noah.
Before I’ve even returned back down to earth, Noah hurriedly stands up, gently removes the dildo, and sets it beside me. Taking his firm dick in his hand, he positions the tip at my edge before he leans over and pours my cum from his mouth right onto my hole.
A low grunt is pulled out of my chest as I feel the sensation of him rimming me with his now slick cockhead.
In one swift thrust, Noah fills me, evoking a loud groan from us both.
Almost like we could read each other’s minds, we quickly cover each other’s mouths with the palm of our hands. We’re still in public and this is riskier than ever. But, fuck. Nothing can stop us now.
Noah wastes no time, thrusting in and out of me, giving me exactly what I want. He’s just as hungry for it as I am. The closeness. The bond that we share. With him filling me, I realize just how much this has always been our language only we can speak. I’ve seriously never felt anything like it.
I moan against his palm, my head falling back as he keeps the steady momentum.
It’s like we’re two parts of a whole. Every time he drives into me, pain blurs into pleasure, like he’s rewriting everything I thought I knew about wanting and being wanted in return.
I’m not surprised in the slightest of how well Noah's fucking me. I grab at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up to my chin so I can keep my abs bare. My cock is already starting to re-thicken, leaking against me.
I take a moment to look at his beautiful face. His dark hair hangs in front of his piercing eyes. The way his strands sways every time he thrusts inside of me. It’s all so much.
“You beautiful fucking boy, come here,” I say breathlessly as his hand slides from my mouth to my throat. The feeling of his hand gripping my neck intensifies everything as I give into the blinding pleasure, yet again. I groan, cupping his jaw, bringing him close to me. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
My core tightens and the ecstasy spreads as he picks up speed.
He presses his forehead against mine, until we share the same breath, watching my release shoot up and decorate my chest.
His abs lightly brush against my cock, continuing to milk me more and more. “You see what you do to me? Aren’t you s-so proud of yourself?” My hips jerk as my words come out choppy and breathless.
An overwhelming amount of pressure fills my chest as we share this monumental moment. He’s taking me for everything I have just like I first did with him in that tent. That coldness in my chest when he’s gone is filled with such a warmth when he’s here. I never want him to leave.Never.
“I love you, Noah,” I say softly. I say it because it’s real. I say it because it’s true. He needs to know how loved he is, and I need to be the one to tell him.
A heavy, low cry escapes from his chest, making him crumble on top of me. “Mmmph—again,” he whimpers into my neck.
“I love you,” I repeat, feeling warmth spread in my ass. I never thought I would be able to feel it. But I do, and it’s glorious.
“Again,” he whimpers, his hips jerking into me.
