Every touch feels like he’s worshipping me.
My fingers twist in his hair, helpless against the sounds spilling from me—not caring anymore if I’m loud, not when he’s looking at me like this is everything he’s ever wanted. Noah takes his time, licking along the underside of my cock before sucking just the head, his tongue circling until I gasp.
“You’re leaking so much,” he murmurs, delight coloring his words, pulling back just enough to stroke me with his fist. “This huge cock is so hard. Just for me. Only for me.”
The possessiveness in his voice surprises me, but what I’m more surprised by is how much I like it. The praise makes me clench the sheets with one hand while the other stays buried in his hair.
“Only you, Noah. I only want you,” I whine. It’s the truth, I only ever want Noah’s touch.
“Fuck, Gabe. You’ve no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you saying those words to me,” he practically growls.
My hips twitch upward, needing more, and he hums like he approves before sinking lower, taking more of me.
The wet heat of his mouth is too good. Every stroke of his tongue, every hollow of his cheeks, makes my vision go spotty. Noah pulls back just enough to kiss down the length of my cock, leaving wet trails that cool against my overheated skin. He presses a kiss to the base, then nudges lower.
When his mouth closes around one of my balls, sucking gently, I choke on a sound that’s closer to a sob than a moan. My hips grind up, chasing the sensation.
“Easy, baby,” he murmurs against my skin, voice rumbling through me. “Let me take my time with you. I’ve waited so long to taste you.”
He switches to my other ball, sucking it into his mouth, rolling it carefully with his tongue before pulling back with awet popthat makes my toes curl.
“God, why didn’t I do that to you? Feels so good,” spills out of me. I didn’t mean to say that aloud.
He chuckles against my heated flesh. “Next time.”
Yes. Yes, definitely next time.
His free hand keeps stroking my cock lazily, keeping me right on the edge.
“So good for me,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the spot where my thigh meets my groin. “Let me make you come.”
I whimper, the combination—his mouth teasing me, his hand stroking me slowly, those words—has me so close I can barely breathe.
Then he’s back on me, sucking the head of my cock into his mouth while his hand twists just right, and the pleasure hits me so hard I see stars. My back arches off the bed.
“Noah—” I warn, his name tearing out of me on a sound that everyone in the town can probably hear. My body goes tight, every muscle drawn taut as my orgasm hits, white-hot and blinding.
I spill into his mouth, shaking apart, gasping his name over and over. He takes it all, swallowing me down, staying there until I’m twitching and too sensitive to take any more.
When I finally sink back into the pillows, boneless, Noah pulls off with a filthy sound. Then he’s pressing gentle kisses to my thigh, my stomach, soothing me until I can breathe again.
He crawls up the bed, settling beside me and pulling me into him. His lips meet mine, the kiss is dirty, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It makes my cock throb again despite how wrung out I feel.
Noah smiles into the kiss, smug as hell. “You know you almost blew out my eardrum, right?”
Mortification shoots through me, and I groan, trying to hide my face in his neck. “I did not.”
He tilts my chin up until I look at him. His grin is devastating, blue eyes dancing. “You screamed my name like you were trying to wake the town. Prettiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.”
My laugh is strangled. Noah kisses my forehead, his voice going soft. “I don’t care how loud you are,” he says, quieter now, affection threaded through his words. “I love it, I want all of it. Every sound.”
A kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Every.”
A kiss to my cheek. “Piece.”
Lips brush my scar. “Of you.”
I’m hit by a flare ofwantso strong it steals my breath. Not just lust, the soul-deep longing for this, forus. The truth spills out, unguarded and full of yearning. “I don’t ever want this to end.”
