There’s that sense of power again. The tip of his cock is peeking out of his boxers, and it’s a heady sensation that I can make him—Noah—feel like this.
Hooking my thumbs into the band of his red plaid boxers, I push them down his thighs and sink to the floor as I tap his foot to take them off.
I don’t know if I would describe a dick as pretty, but damn, does Noah have a pretty dick. The head is an angry purple with a vein running along the underside of his long, thin shaft.
I lick my lips as the first fingers of fear take hold.
“Are you just going to stare at it?”
Noah takes hold of the base, stroking it right in front of my face. I want to lick the tip. To see how he tastes.
Salty? Sweet?
A strong hand grasps my chin and tilts my vision to his. “What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?”
The tenderness in his voice has me shaking my head.
“I just…I want it to be good for you.”
Noah’s thumb brushes my bottom lip and I open, sucking the tip in. “Do what you like. I’ll tell you if you do something I don’t like.”
I nod and swipe my tongue along the head. It’s a different taste than I expected. My movements are hesitant. Unsure. But with each moan of Noah’s, it spurs me on.
I curl my tongue under the head and that has him thrusting in my mouth. “Do that. More of that.”
Glancing up at him, I see his head is thrown back in pleasure. Sucking in a breath through my nose, I do my best to work him over like he did me. My own cock is aching with need as Noah thrusts into my mouth, causing me to choke around him.
“Shit. Sorry.”
Noah tries to pull back, but I don’t let him. Grabbing hold of his delicious ass, I keep him in my mouth. It might be sloppy and hurried, but the whispered words of encouragement tell me that Noah is liking this.
No.Lovingthis.
Noah pulls out of my mouth and hooks his arms under mine to pull me up. He walks us backward toward the bed as his lips seek mine out.
Our combined taste lingers there. I push him back on the bed and settle my weight on top of his. The brush of his cock against mine has me rutting against him, tearing my lips from his as Noah wraps his hands around the two of us.
“How do you want to do this, Graham?” Noah asks.
“What do you mean?”
“Top? Bottom?”
“Umm…”
“I’m vers,” Noah clarifies, “so do you want to fuck me?”
I lick my lips at the thought of filling Noah. My cock twitches and Noah sees it.
“You like that idea?” Noah asks. “Fucking me?”
“Right now? Yes.”
“Then let’s do it.”
Noah reaches over to the nightstand and fishes around, pulling out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.
“How do I do this?” I rock back onto my heels as Noah sets his feet down and opens himself up to me. My gaze doesn’t leave his hand as he opens the lube and rubs it between his fingers before pressing one finger against the pucker of his ass.
