“Good. What else?”
Shoving his hands up and under my shirt, he tugs it off me and throws it behind him. His fingertips brush against mynipples, and it has my cock punching a hard pattern against my jeans zipper.
“That. I like that.”
“Yeah?” Noah leans closer and flicks the hard nub with the tip of his tongue. “How about that?”
“Fuck.” I bite out. “Do that again.”
This time, Noah tugs my nipple between his teeth and I arch against him. Ignoring me, Noah presses hot, open-mouthed kisses all over my chest.
How can this man be driving me so wild with need and lust? I’m strung out in a way I’ve never felt before, and I’ve only had his mouth on my chest. The thought of having sex with him? Damn. It has my mouth watering.
“May I?” Noah is on his knees, eyes dark as he stares up at me with his hand on my belt.
“Yes. God, yes.”
The bastard doesn’t do anything to put me out of my misery. Or pain, as it may be. My dick is so fucking hard, it’s ready to bust out of my pants, but Noah is brushing his fingertips against the hard material and not doing anything else.
“Fuck me.”
Noah nips at my hip bone. “Patience, Graham.”
My name on Noah’s lips has me sifting my fingers through his hair and turning his gaze toward me. I bend over and press my own mouth to the corner of his. “I’m running out of it. I want your mouth on my cock. Now.”
Noah steals a kiss, his tongue greedily taking what he wants. What I’m willingly giving him. Noah on his knees for me holds all the power. But it doesn’t mean I’m not going to make him work for it.
The teasing nips and bites are too much for me. I want to be shoving my cock in that mouth of his and feeling that wet heat again.
“Well, with an argument like that, how can I keep you waiting?”
The snick of the zipper being dragged down echoes around the room. Noah shoves my jeans down my legs before untying my shoes and pulling them off. When his hands drift back up my legs to my briefs, he pulls them down and tucks the band under my balls.
The hungry look on Noah’s face has me pushing my dick into his face. He grabs it, rubbing his thumb through the slit at the top.
“You really like my mouth on your cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I groan.
Noah’s tongue swipes out to taste the pearl of precum that sits there. It’s like that one lick of his tongue sets off something in Noah. Gone is the patient man who is taking his time with me. In his place is a man with a hunger in his eyes.
Noah sucks me down in one swallow, and it brings me back to that night in the bar. Strong fingers play with my balls, and if I didn’t want to wait and come when this man is fucking me—or me him—I would keep going. Keep bumping my cock toward the back of his throat as his fingers stroke the tender skin of my taint.
“Fuck. How are you so damn good at this?” I mutter, thrusting into his mouth. “So fucking good.”
Noah’s eyes are fucking sparkling as he stares up at me. The slight tilt to the corner of his mouth tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Noah pulls off me with a wet pop and stands. “I know.”
His lips are swollen as he grabs the neck of his shirt and whips it off. Perfectly sculpted muscles are ripe for my perusal. I want to lick each ab of his. See if he likes his nipples being played with as much as I do.
It’s like my own personal striptease as Noah steps out of his jeans and remains in only his boxers.
“Aren’t you going to take it all off for me?”
I’m aching to see his dick. Maybe it’ll finally catch up to me that I’m about to have sex with a man when I do see it, but right now, all the lust and pleasure is clouding out every other thought in my head.
“Why don’t you do it for me?”
Pushing off the wall, I kick off my boxer briefs and give myself a hard stroke as I close the distance between the two of us. Noah’s eyes rake over my now naked body.
