“What’s wrong, darlin’?” I asked quietly.
“I was working on a tricky line and now.... Eh.” He shrugged a shoulder and glared over at his paper.
“I can tell Antoine to just come in and not look at you next time.” I wasn’t sure I could actually stand the thought of someone else being in the room with him when he was so pretty—irritation crawled over my skin like bugs—but I was curious to see what Noah would say.
“No, no, this is fine.” He patted my hands and a corner of his mouth kicked up in a desperate attempt at a smile.
I pulled Noah down onto my lap, and he gasped. His firm ass on my crotch was exactly what I needed, and I humped against him for a second while holding him still as I called, “Come in!”
Antoine walked through the door with a stack of papers in his hand and a judgy scowl on his face. He’d never been a fan of theNoah Plan, but now that it had been a success, he seemed to be getting himself all twisted up over it. Who would’ve guessed my right-hand man had a conscience?
“Thank you.”
Antoine’s stiff smile barely made it onto his face. “You’re welcome, sir.”
He left with his back straight and his shoulders square, and the second the door closed I slipped my hand between the soft folds of silk and found Noah’s firm, trapped cock. There was a damp dot on the thin fabric where his cockhead had been pressed, weeping for some friction. I played my thumb in that spot, and he jerked in my arms, his gasps music to my ears.
“Kiss me like you want to spray cum everywhere,” I whispered.
He turned in my arms, and it was clear he wasn’t sure what to do—didn’t have an aggressive bone in his body, aside from the one I moved the fabric back to pull out. He settled his quivering lips over mine and teasingly licked at my top lip, then the bottom one. Precum leaked from his tip and I smeared my fingers through it, using the slippery liquid to stroke him. He shivered in my arms, and I took over, sucking strongly on his bottom lip. Flicking my tongue against his. I broke away to watch as he stiffened on my lap and grasped my shoulders, his mouth screwing up with a little furrow on his brow.
I stopped and his eyes flew open. It was a struggle, but I stretched out the fabric on his lingerie and tucked his hard cock back in as best I could.
“No, no, no, you—”
“Go finish up instead of getting yourself into more trouble,” I said with a grin, cutting off what would’ve surely been some very unhusbandlike words. I pecked a kiss on his cheek. “Take your time.”
He sputtered as I stood him on his feet and slapped his ass, giving him a small shove in the direction of his workspace. He glared over his shoulder at me; although, he went without an argument. It took me a few minutes to get my head on straight and be able to think about numbers and not my hard cock, but after a while I did. The sunlight was getting long in the windows when Noah startled me by slipping a drawing down to cover my computer screen. It was a dazzling wedding dress on a hanger. The lace detailing on it reminded me a lot of what he was wearing under the robe. I couldn’t fault a single thing with it—the shadows were all artful, the beads looked like I could pluck them from the page. Shock sealed my mouth shut for too long and his hand trembled before he dropped the paper, crossing his arms. We both watched the sketch drift to the floor.
“I could have done more details but my fingers are cramping.”
As I got to my feet, Noah began to retreat, but I snagged him around the waist and turned him, putting him in my chair, which was perfect.
“Take the robe off,” I murmured, and he followed orders as I opened my pants. Noah stared up at me with a hint of excitement creeping across his face. I tugged my cock out, already heavy and tingling.
“Suck it. Now. That’s a skill my husband should have. You should be very eager to open your mouth for me.”
He quirked his eyebrows and opened those beautiful lips, and I was fast to slide into his mouth. The blow job was gentle, a slow pace I normally would’ve forced faster, more brutal, but his lips were perfect around my cock and the heat of his mouth had tension coiling in my belly in an obnoxiously short amount of time. I brushed my hands over his cheeks and pumped in and out faster. He dropped his jaw and allowed me to fuck his face. I didn’t hold back, not even when I bumped the back of his throat and forced myself farther forward. This was one area where he clearly had some experience. He let out an unhappy gagging sound but patted my hip and didn’t seem freaked out. I groaned and slid into the tight, rippling, indescribable joy of my husband’s throat.
I came so fast I would’ve been embarrassed if it wasn’t for the fact I’d been teasing myself as much as him since he got naked earlier. The sharp punch of release had me groaning as I shoved in deep and shot cum down his throat. I stayed there until I was done spasming, certain every drop of my spunk went inside him, and he panted when I pulled back.
“Why did you do that?” he asked, voice raspy. “I thought you were going to fuck me?”
“I just did. Didn’t get what you wanted, huh? How’s the punishment feeling?”
His face went rosy—well, really it just flushed more vibrantly because he’d pinked up while I was stuffed down his throat. He wiped spit from his chin and glanced away. I wouldn’t call what he was doing pouting, so much as disappointment, which coiled an unpleasant emotion inside me. I’d been planning to leave him hanging right now, but I dragged him up and kissed him.
“You didn’t obey me, did you?”
“No,husband,” he whispered, but there was just something that dug under my skin in his tone. He washurt. It was the most ridiculous fucking thing that I was upset about Noah’s feelings, but my heart squeezed and my stomach sank. He was so pretty. I’d never had anyone actually dress up for me, and he had, despite the fact I didn’t think it was something he normally did. He’d been a good sport. Hell, he’d even had fun fucking over his father with me, which probably qualified him for MVP.
I turned Noah and lifted until his ass was on the edge of the desk. He gave me an impressed look, which was silly because he didn’t weigh that much. When I took his cock out and stroked it fast and dirty, he moaned in what I imagined was gratitude. The long column of his neck enticed me to lean down and scrape my teeth against it as he threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. His grip on the edge of the desk was so tight his knuckles turned white.
I removed the right nipple clamp and his eyes flew wide as he yelled and rocked his hips, shoving his cock through my fist. His face flushed and the pink spread down his neck, giving me a telltale sign of what was about to happen. The rush of pain from the release of the clamps was spiking his adrenaline, and while they weren’t my thing, I knew what they did to people. His face scrunched up in a sexy pout. His thighs shook.
“Why does that hurt so much when going on didn’t?” he gasped out, and I had to laugh.
I moved my hand to the other clamp, and he shook his head no.
