Aspen’s entire body quaked as Noah pinched both nipples and somehow pressed Aspen’s legs even wider. They felt their folds open and slick leaked out of their hole onto Noah’s formerly clean sheets.
A funny thought occurred to them, and they couldn’t help but share. “Dick, hole, tits, and nips. I guess four-letter words are my kryptonite,” Aspen said, giggling at the absurdity.
“Well, you do like the numbers three and four.”
That damn butterfly took flight, blocking out Aspen’s windpipe until they had to gasp desperately for breath.
How had this amazing man been right in front of them for half their life? How had they missed all the signs?
Probably because their head was too far up Ethan’s ass.
Ew. What a visual.
“Noah, please,” Aspen whined, squirming against his legs, trying to get their focus back on the here and now, not the frustrating past.
“Fingers?”
“Yes! Please, I need it,” Aspen cried, completely unashamed that they were basically begging. Noah felt so good wrapped around them, almost as if their weighted blanket was a very clingy octopus that also made them feel good. Sexually…but also emotionally.
The butterfly gave an affirmative flutter in their chest. It wasn’t just that Noah was good at sex; it was that he was good at sexwithAspen. He was able to interpret Aspen’s disjointed thoughts about their body and even helped Aspen name their parts. As he dropped his hand between Aspen’s legs, he found the most sensitive part of their dick and stroked them until they started begging for real.
“Please, Noah, please,” they whined, savoring the way his name felt in their mouth. This was better than any wish, dream, or fantasy. Their best friend, the person they’d loved and trusted for so long, was now stroking his fingers inside them like he’d studied a map. He was holding their tit like a prized possession, and he kept dropping absent kisses on Aspen’s head like he couldn’t help himself.
This trial period was off to a phenomenal start.
“Oh god, feels so good,” Aspen moaned, writhing helplessly in Noah’s arms as he tweaked their nipple and curved his fingers inside them.
“Stroke your dick for me,” Noah said, and Aspen fumbled around until they managed to get their fingers working in some kind of rhythm.
Aspen sort of felt like they were floating, being rocked back and forth by pleasure so intense it made their toes curl, and their fingertips tingle.
“Please, more,” they whimpered, wishing Noah really was an octopus and had four more hands to pleasure them with.
“Do you want to try playing with yourself?” Noah asked, nodding towards their very lonely tit. Aspen brought their hand up and brushed against their nipple, but immediately, that feeling of ick and wrong clawed up their neck. They froze, the muscles in their back tightening until they nearly lifted out of Noah’s arms.
“Hey,” Noah grabbed their chin and turned their face until they were practically eyeball to eyeball. “That’s okay. I don’t like touching my nipples either, but I like it when other people do.”
Aspen did their best to slot that fun factoid away, but the feeling of wrong was still crawling across their skin, trying to take away the joy and pleasure they’d just been feeling.
“I… like it when you do it,” they whispered, and Noah’s smile was nearly blinding. He pressed a rough kiss to their mouth before swirling his fingers one after another over their nipple.
“Like this?” he asked, as he did the same thing to the other one.
“Yeah,” Aspen sighed, their spine loosening until they were nothing but a limp pile on Noah’s chest.
“Okay. When we’re together, and you’re in the mood, I promise I’ll take care of your perfect tits for you.”
“Yes, please,” Aspen whined, thrusting up against Noah’s fingers. “I don’t mind touching my dick and hole but…”
“Your tits are mine,” Noah said, and Aspen probably shouldn’t have liked those words as much as they did. They weren’t sure if that level of possession and belonging was allowed in their trial period. They’d heard Noah loud and clear that he wasn’t sure what he wanted his romantic life to look like. But it seemed like his sexual life was open and fair game, so Aspen planned to capitalize on that for the full six months at least.
“Please, Noah…I want to come just like this,” they begged, craning their neck to brush their lips against his.
He sealed their mouths together, grunting in exertion as he worked them towards an orgasm. Aspen was pretty sure they were going to have bruises from all the pinching and grabbing of their tits, but it felt amazing, grounding them in their body as he expertly worked his fingers in their hole. Finally, a red-hot ball of pleasure exploded in their belly, and they came all over his hand.
Noah held them through the aftershocks, and unlike the night before, Aspen felt thoroughly drained. They refused to move when he tried to encourage them to get up, and they ended up sweaty cuddling for a while.
Eventually, Noah begged for a shower, but Aspen still didn’t want to get up. They weren’t sure if showering together was on the menu for them yet. They hadn’t seen Noah completely naked since college, and they didn’t want to pressure him, but they also didn’t want to leave his side quite yet. When he began actually whining, they finally relented.
