I flush, absurdly pleased by that. I’m still kneeling on the bed in my clothes while he’s lying naked. He trails his fingers up my thigh and grazes my cock through the fabric. I let my eyes close as my head tips back, enjoying the sensation.
Noah’s deep voice vibrates through me. “Now, be a good boy and fuck my throat.”
My eyes fly open at that.
36
NOAH
“W-What?” Gabe stammers, looking shocked. He’s frozen in place, chest rising and falling in a harsh rhythm.
I can’t believe how good that felt. I’ve never let anyone touch me like that. Never felt connected enough to someone or trusted anyone enough. But with Gabe, everything is different.
Even if I haven’t told him yet, I know he’s the love of my life. I want to give him every part of me. I’m aware he might never want to share the same after what he’s been through, and I understand that. I’m okay with that—what we have now is more than enough.
But I can see heat flare in his eyes, and yeah, I want that monster cock down my throat. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
I smirk at him, pointing behind my head. “You heard me, baby. I want you to stand up and fuck my throat.”
He sputters a laugh, a flush spreading down his neck onto the sliver of his chest I can see where his top gapes forward. When he speaks again, his voice has dropped. Even through the nerves, it’s deep and soft, and it sounds like pure sex.
“Noah, I… I can’t do that.” He’s looking down at his hands in his lap now, which does nothing to hide the impressive erection he’s sporting.
“Baby, look at me.”
He does, eyes a darker green than I’ve ever seen them. I wish I didn’t see so much worry lining his face, but I think that’s always going to be a part of his nature, and I’m more than happy to be the one to settle those nerves.
“You made me feel so fucking good. Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do, and now I want to make you feel good, too.”
He loves the praise. I see it in the unsteady breath he takes and how his eyes glaze over. Then his hand covers his cock, and he squeezes, ripping a raspy moan from me. His eyes meet mine again, and he raises up to his knees before stepping off the bed behind my head.
He looks down at himself and takes a fortifying breath before peeling his top over his head. His eyes stay trained on mine as he pops the button on his pants and lowers the zipper, the sound loud in the quiet space. He steps out of them, and then he’s standing there, beautiful and trembling in tight black briefs.
He steps closer. He’s so tall, he’s looms over me. I grab a pillow and tuck it behind my head to make sure the angle is right. I’m not playing around—I want to blow his mind by taking him as far down my throat as physically possible.
I reach my hand above me and let it trail up the back of his thighs. When I reach his briefs, I tug at the hem.
“Off.”
The word comes out gruffer than I intended, Gabe lets out a shaky laugh and mutters, “Bossy,” as his fingers reach for the waistband.
I didn’t mean it to sound like a demand. I catch his hand and bring it to my lips, kissing the sensitive skin of his wrist. “I don’tmean to be bossy. You know you’re in control, right? It’s always you.”
A tremor wracks his body as he searches my face. He must see the absolute adoration and honesty in my eyes because he smiles and bobs his head. His hands return to his briefs, and he drags them down. His cock catches on the waistband before hitting his stomach. As it drops forward, a string of precum forms, connecting to his stomach hair, causing me to hum loudly and lick my lips.
“Shit. It looks even bigger from this angle,” I grit out as I bring my hands up to palm his hips.
He makes a shocked sound of embarrassment before covering his face with his hand. I chuckle, squeezing his hips until he drops his hand. His face is pink, and his hair is flopping forward. Fuck, I love him so much it hurts. There’s an ache in my chest with every breath I take just looking at him. His eyes soften, and for a second, I worry I’ve said that out loud, but then he traces his fingers over my cheek.
“You’re incredible.” He voices softly.
I smile at him. “So are you. Now let me make you feel incredible, too.” I say it as a statement, but I raise my brow in question.
He smiles wider and nods. I grab his cock and start stroking lightly, bringing the tip to my lips to lick up the precum forming. A contented sigh escapes him.
I make rough sounds of pleasure as I mouth at the head of his cock, tasting him.
“Can I hold your ass while I do this?” I ask, not wanting to make assumptions.
