It sounds like a plea.
I look up. He’s watching me, pupils so wide his eyes look almost black. His jaw is tight, his chest moving too fast.
God. I want to make him beg. I want him writhing under my touch before I even put my mouth on him, too far gone to care how wrecked he sounds. Probably not this time, though, because I’m not that far from begging myself.
I press my mouth to the base of his cock, a soft kiss to the skin there, then another along the side. He pulses under my lips, and it sends a hot twist through me, sharp enough that I feel my own dick throb.
I move higher, finding the head of his cock, and drag my tongue over it.
Noah lets out a broken sound. I circle the head with my tongue, then take him into my mouth, sucking just enough to feel him jerk under me. His hand tightens in my hair before he catches himself again, and that almost does me in. Feeling him right on the edge of losing control is fucking unreal.
I take it as a cue and suck him harder, taking more of him inch by inch, until the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat and I have to focus on breathing through my nose. I hold him there for a second before pulling back, and Noah whimpers, his hips pushing forward again before he can stop them.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
I let him slip from my mouth completely and look up at him.
“Don’t hold back,” I tell him.
His eyes snap to mine.
“Mhm?” he says, dazed.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, feeling him pulse in my grip. Then I drag the slick head across my lips and open my mouth just enough to lick the precum from the tip.
“Fuck my mouth,” I say simply.
Noah’s reaction is instant. His whole face goes hot, and he looks away for half a second, like I’ve said something so obscene his brain short-circuited.
“Jesus, Connor,” he gets out. “You can’t say things like that.”
I laugh under my breath, because he sounds horrified and turned on at the same time, and because his hand is still in my hair.
“I want you to,” I say, and take him back into my mouth.
This time, I don’t tease.
I close my lips around the head of his cock, suck once, then let him slide deeper into my mouth. My hand stays wrapped around the base, working what my mouth can’t take yet.
Noah makes a sound above me, sharp enough that my stomach flips.
Then his hand tightens in my hair. His other hand joins it.
Not a slip this time. Not something he fixes a second later. Both hands stay there, fingers curled against my scalp, and the weight of them sends a filthy rush through me.
Fuck.
I sink lower.
His hips move before I get all the way down. A shallow push, then another, still careful, but not careful enough to pretend he isn’t doing exactly what I told him he could do.
I let him.
I keep my mouth open for him, tongue flat, throat working when he gets too deep. My eyes sting almost immediately, but I don’t pull off. I grip his hip and suck harder, making it clear I mean it.
Noah curses.
“Connor…”
