My lips stretch around his girth, but I’m going to do this right. So I think about how he took Lazarus that first night and force myself to take him as deep as I can.
And gag.
Holy fuck.
I yank myself back up, sputtering.
Which results in Noah chuckling behind me, a sound that really grates on my nerves as I cough in surprise.
“You have to relax your throat before you do that,” he says, his chest meeting my back as he moves in the chair to wrap himself around me. “Here, I’ll help you.” His fingers thread through my hair. “Part those lips again for me, pet.”
I nearly hiss at him instead.
But a drop of precum forms on Johan’s head, causing me to stop breathing. I’ve never tasted a man in this way before. And I suddenly need to taste Johan. Like, more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
So I part my lips, just like Noah asked, and let him guide me forward to take Johan into my mouth.
Except Noah won’t let me go as far as I want. He holds me so all I have between my lips is Johan’s tip.
“Swirl your tongue around him, pet,” Noah tells me. “Show him how much you appreciate his cock. Make him fucking beg for more.”
I look up at Johan and he stares back, his eyes even more heated than before. It’s like I’m the most important being in his universe, his own personal sun.
I just want to bathe in his adoration.And make him moan…
So I do what Noah demands, using my tongue to tease Johan. A curse leaves him, his muscles flexing along his arms as his grasp tightens on the table.
“Want more?” Noah asks.
I try to nod, but his grip in my hair holds me steady.
Which is when I realize the question was for Johan because he answers, “Yes.Please.”
“Yes, please, what?” Noah murmurs, his tone utterly casual despite his dick being buried inside me.
And something about that makes me want to push him to lose his mind the way Johan appears to be doing right now.
I clench my inner walls, curious.
Causing Noah to release a breath right by my ear. “Patience, pet.”
Mmm, no,I decide, doing it again as I try to move my head forward to take more of Johan.
Noah curses. “So fucking eager. But I’m in charge here, little bee. Now swirl that tongue around his fucking cock like a good girl, and I’ll let you take more of him.”
I growl.
Which causes Johan to groan.
Yet Noah merely chuckles. “Do as I say, and you’ll be rewarded with more precum.”
His words are a taunt, one that has me obeying because I really do want to taste more of Johan. I’ve only experienced a little bit, the salty flavor not nearly enough to satisfy my craving.
“Beautiful, pet,” Noah murmurs. “Wrap your hand around his knot and give it a squeeze.”
I do.
And moan when more of Johan’s essence touches my tongue.
