4
WHITE ROSES
DOMINIC
Iwoke to heat and the weight of a body that wasn't mine. Grey light filtered through Ravenswood's curtains, painting everything soft. The master bedroom smelled like expensive sheets and the particular stillness that came after people stopped pretending to sleep.
Noah's mouth was on my cock.
His tongue was working the underside of my shaft in a way that made my breath catch. He'd pulled the duvet back at some point, exposing me to cool air that contrasted sharply with the wet heat of his mouth.
Adrian watched from beside me, propped on one elbow. His hand rested on the small of Noah's back, not directing, just there. Connected.
This had become a ritual over the past year.
“Breathe,” Adrian said quietly.
I did. Long exhale that shuddered out as Noah hollowed his cheeks and sucked, his throat relaxing to take me deeper, nose pressing against the trimmed hair at my base. He held there,swallowing around me, and I felt every muscle in my body tense with the effort of not thrusting up into that perfect heat.
Noah pulled back slowly, tongue dragging along my length, then released me with a soft pop. Saliva connected his lips to my cock for a moment before breaking. He looked up through dark lashes, lips swollen and wet. “You're in your head again.”
“Always am.”
“Stop it.” He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, teeth grazing skin hard enough to sting. “Feel. Don't think.”
Adrian's hand slid up my chest, fingers splaying possessively over my ribs. “He wants to give you this. So take it.”
Noah took me back into his mouth, deeper this time, one hand wrapping around the base of my cock while the other cupped my balls, rolling them with gentle pressure that made my hips jerk. He didn't gag, didn't pull back, just opened his throat and swallowed around me like I was something he needed.
Fuck. That was good. That was so bloody good my vision blurred at the edges.
Adrian's hand moved to grip the back of my neck, fingers tight, grounding me in the present. “Stop fighting it.”
“Can't help it.”
“Bollocks. You just won't.” His grip tightened, thumb pressing against my pulse. “Stop thinking and feel what he's doing to you.”
Noah's mouth worked faster, hand stroking what he couldn't fit, the obscene wet sounds filling the quiet room. His other hand moved lower, fingers pressing behind my balls, massaging that spot that made electricity shoot up my spine. My hands found his hair without thought, fingers threading through dark strands.
“There you go,” Adrian said, voice rough with approval. “Give it to him. Let him work for it.”
Noah moaned around my cock, the vibration travelling straight through me and scattering coherent thought. His throat worked, swallowing, taking me so deep I felt his breath hot against my skin, felt the muscles of his throat constricting around the head of my cock.
He pulled back again, gasping, a string of saliva connecting his lips to my cock. “You taste so fucking good,” he breathed, then dove back down, taking me to the root in one smooth motion that made my back arch off the bed.
Adrian watched us, and his gaze sent electricity through my chest. Heat. Hunger. Possession. I turned, just enough to meet his eyes, saw the way his jaw tightened as Noah sucked me down with obscene enthusiasm.
He reached out, cupped my face, thumb stroking along my jaw. “Stop fighting,” he said quietly, and leaned in to press his mouth to mine.
The kiss was slow, deep, not rushed. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me, claiming me. I could taste coffee, something sweet beneath it, and the familiar warmth that came from sharing too many nights like this. He kissed me like he meant to own me, and I let him. Let myself sink into the heat of his mouth while Noah worked between my legs with single-minded focus.
Noah's hand tightened around the base of my cock, squeezing as he sucked, creating pressure that bordered on too much, on perfect. Every wet stroke of his mouth coaxed me closer to the edge. Adrian's hand slipped from my jaw to my throat, thumb tracing the rapid flutter of my pulse. He deepened the kiss until I was dizzy, overwhelmed by sensation, heat, the weight of hands and mouths on my body.
When Adrian pulled away, his eyes were black with hunger. He shifted, propping himself on his knees beside my head, cock already hard, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip. He ran a hand through my hair, fingers tangling, gentle but insistent.
“Open your mouth.”
I did. He brushed his cock across my lips, painting them with precome, the taste salt and musk. Adrian fed himself to me slowly, the head pressing past my lips, stretching them wide, the shaft filling my mouth inch by inch. My tongue traced the ridge, the thick vein along the underside, the taste of him familiar and grounding.
