It sounds like he’s trying to stop himself.
I keep my eyes on him and give him two slow pulls of my mouth before taking him as deep as I can.
That breaks something in him.
His hips push forward, enough to make my jaw ache, enough to make me feel used in exactly the way I asked for. I moan around him before I can stop myself.
Noah feels it. His whole body reacts, his cock pulsing on my tongue, and the next thrust comes harder.
Fuck, yes.
There.
That’s it.
He’s still fighting some part of it, but his control is slipping now. I can feel it in the way he moves, in the way his fingers pull at my hair, in the way my name keeps breaking out of him.
I pull back for air, my lips dragging over him.
Noah looks wrecked.
“Like that,” I tell him, my voice rough. “Do it like that.”
His mouth parts, but nothing comes out.
Good.
I take him back down before he can talk himself out of it.
I want to learn every inch of him like this, while his fingers pull at my hair and my name keeps slipping out of his mouth. I want to find every place that makes him shudder and keep it for later.
Even if later doesn’t exist for us.
Even if this is just tonight.
No. I’m not thinking about that.
I change the angle, hollowing my cheeks, and Noah’s breathing turns sharper above me.
“Oh—fuck. Fuck. Connor.”
I know he’s close.
His hips start moving with more purpose now, his cock filling my mouth as he chases the tight heat of my throat. My eyes water, and every breath I take through my nose feels thin,but I don’t want it to stop. Not with him spread out in front of me, too far gone to pretend he has any control left.
“Connor, I’m— I’m—” Noah gasps, one hand leaving my hair to come to my shoulder.
A warning. Not a stop.
I keep him deep, swallowing around him, and his spine arches off the mattress. His breathing breaks into little whimpers he probably doesn’t even know he’s making, and then his hips jerk forward.
Noah comes with a moan, pulsing in my mouth, filling me until I have to swallow. I stay with him through all of it, taking everything he gives me, not pulling back until the last tremor works through him and his hand goes slack in my hair.
For a second, neither of us moves.
Then Noah exhales, wrecked and boneless beneath me, and I rest my cheek against his thigh, trying to remember how to breathe like a normal person.
I should move. Say something. Give him a second to come back to himself.
