The words make me lightheaded, drunk on the power of them. I sink lower, taking more of him into my mouth until he bumps the back of my throat and I gag.
His fingers comb through my hair, but he doesn’t tug—just holds, like he’s afraid I’ll stop. There’s no chance of that happening.
“Easy, baby. You don’t have to take it all.”
I pull back slowly, letting him slip from my mouth with a wet sound, just to hear the noise he makes, desperate and pained. His cock twitches in my grip. I lean back in, taking him deep, hollowing my cheeks, and sucking with more pressure.
“Fuck,yes—” His voice breaks on the last word.
Every pull of my mouth, every flick of my tongue has his thighs shaking, his abs flexing under my palm. I run my tongue along the sensitive underside of his head, and he bucks.
“You’re so fucking perfect, make me feel so good. Those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock feel unreal.” He pants heavily, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Always such a good boy for me.”
My eyes flutter, a warm feeling spreading through me. God, I love it when he calls me that. The praise has my cock throbbing, my stomach tight with need. I whimper around him and pull him as far back into my throat as I can.
“Oh, fuck, do that again,” he begs.
I do, and he practically sobs. I can feel him getting close now—his hips are twitching, his grip in my hair is tighter than before, his breaths are coming fast and uneven.
“Gabe,” he gasps pleadingly. “Baby, I’m gonna—”
I take him as deep as I can and swallow. That’s all it takes. He shouts my name, coming hard, his whole body arching off the bed. I stay there, letting him spill down my throat, swallowing every drop.
When I finally pull off him, he’s flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, wide-eyed, panting like he’s run a marathon.
“Holy shit,” he says hoarsely. “You—holyshit.”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning proudly despite the heat flooding my cheeks.
He drags a hand over his face, then sits up enough to pull me into his lap. His hands frame my face, his thumb brushing over my damp lips. Then he’s kissing me messily, his tongue sliding against mine, groaning when he tastes himself on my lips. I whine into his mouth, hips jerking forward without thinking. I’m so hard it hurts, straining against my briefs, the wet spot at the front growing with every second.
“You’re so hard for me,” he whispers, voice hoarse with awe. “Fuck, Gabe… you were so good for me, baby. Took me so deep, made me come so hard—” He breaks off with a quiet groan, pulling me closer, running his hands over my sides like he can’t stand the space between us.
The praise makes my whole body shudder. I can’t stop moving, grinding against him, desperate for friction.
Noah’s vibrating, hands squeezing my hips like he’s holding himself back. His eyes are dark as he murmurs, “Your turn?”
My face burns, but I manage to get the words out. “If you want to.”
“Oh, I fuckingwantto,” he says, his tone leaving no room for doubt. His gaze drags over me hungrily. He eases me back onthe bed, kissing me deeply as his hands push at the waistband of my briefs. I lift my hips to let him take them off, my whole body shivering in anticipation.
Noah settles between my thighs, spreading my legs open with a gentle grip, his breath warm against my skin.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers, kissing the inside of one thigh, then the other. Those words ricochet inside my body, landing in my core. They dissolve into my bloodstream and move into every part of me, causing me to burn from within.
I’m his.
When he finally licks a slow path up my length, my hips jerk helplessly. “Noah—”
He groans, the sound almost desperate, like he’s been dying for this. Dying forme. “You taste so good, baby.”
Every pull of his mouth, every flick of his tongue has my thighs quaking, my chest heaving. And all the while, he murmurs between licks, filthy and tender in the same breath;
“Been dreaming of this.”Groan.
“You taste so good, baby.”Lick.
“Gonna make you fall apart for me.”Suck.
