But I’m just living, finally.
He kisses me, and whispers a gentle, “okay” against my lips before he slows his jerking even more, and continues.
“See this?” he asks, squeezing me gently at the base before sliding up. “Most guys rush straight to jerking fast. Don’t. Start slow.” He brushes his velvet lips against mine, and desire wraps my spine. “Tease the whole length, and go slow—” his movements mimic his words— “like you’re memorizing every. Single. Vein.” He demonstrates, letting his palm glide over my shaft, twisting his wrist at the crown.
I exhale sharply. He strokes firmer, and I enjoy the way his cock jumps between us in response. Heat curls in my gut. “Keep going,” I rasp, my lenses fogging.
I shift closer, our thighs brush together after he unlocks them from my waist. I hate the loss, but I love the way our legs weave together, like they belong, like we fit.
He’s so hard.I’mso hard.
“Breathing matters. Listen to mine.” He leans in and kisses my neck, open-mouthed, while he fists me in long, agonizing pulls. My heart throbs in my throat, thrashing madly against his lips. “Match it. When I speed up, you speed up. Right now you’re breathing steady, so I stay steady.” He holds his breath and stills his body, his hand, and I’m tangled in his legs, his arms, a moan erupting from my belly.
“Please,” I pant, because I can’t take him stopping, but I don’t know if I can handle him if he doesn’t. “More.”
His thumb finds the sensitive spot just under my head, and he rubs in small circles. I groan as pleasure shoots down my spine, and I curl my toes as my lenses fog over again, only for a moment.
“Talk to me,” he continues, his voice thickening as he strokes me. “Not dirty necessarily—unless you like that—but guiding. Like this.” He looks me in the eyes. “Feel how I’m slicking you up? That’s good. I want you leaking for me.” My cock pulses in his grip, another drop of precum sliding down over his knuckles. I am very much regretting all of my senseless abstaining. I don’t want this to end, and more than that, I don’t want Noah to see me as some immature grown man who can’t ever get a handjob without coming in a matter of two minutes.
He pumps me again, swiping over my head, using thecopious precum to glide my length a bit easier. An ache is slowly building somewhere inside me, throbbing, pulsing, asking for more.
Noah trails a hand over my chest, grazing my nipples. “Foreplay is everywhere,” he explains. “Neck, nipples, inner thighs. Balls.” He gently cups my sac, rolling them in his palm, his other hand still stroking me. The dual attention makes my hips twitch, heat echoing the length of my spine. For a moment, the room is nothing more than soft, wet sounds of skin along skin. My lenses are completely fogged.
“See how you’re getting harder? That’s the point. Don’t chase the edge yet. Don’t let it end.” His lips press to mine and Iphysicallyache for him—my chest throbs and my ribs feel tight, my cock swells while my balls throb, hot and full. My mind is racing with wild thoughts involving filthy, obscene things.
And I’ve never felt better.
“Build it,” he continues, while demonstrating on me, slowing his hand until he’s barely moving, just squeezing and releasing, edging me, nearly killing me. I look at his cock, now pressed against my belly in its own agony. He’s fully hard now, thick and flushed, curving slightly upward.Beautiful.
He slides down the bed a little, propping himself on one elbow so we can watch both our cocks at once. His hand never stops. “Kissing while you stroke is key. Makes it intimate.” He pulls me into a kiss, all while his fist maintains a teasing, steady rhythm. Noah moans intomy mouth. The friction feels incredible, but maybe too good.
Breaking the kiss, Noah senses I need a break, and rests his forehead against mine. “Now I’m paying attention to your reactions. If you thrust up—” I do exactly that as he says it, chasing his hand “—I’ll reward you with more pressure.” He tightens his grip again, eliciting a groan from me as he strokes faster, thumb pressing firmly along the stiff ridge of my cock. Sweat glitters on his chest and mine, and I’m deliciously warm everywhere. “But don’t come. Not yet. Remember, this is just foreplay.”
He slows down again, leaving my cock throbbing, a vicious red at the tip. His is the same. I love seeing how much this excites him, too. How muchIexcite him. He rubs our heads together for a moment, mixing our precum, before resuming his long, tight strokes up and down my shaft. “This feels good, feeling how ready you are for me.” His voice drops. “Foreplay is to get you desperate. Aching. So when I finally slide inside, you’re open and begging.”
He reaches around with the hand once cupping my balls, and curves his fingers around the globe of my ass. Abandoning my cock, ours bob together as he uses his other hand to find where he has me spread, dipping two fingers into me. “Now that you’re achingly hard, I want to start teasing you, back here,” he rasps, teasing the tight, muscled ring that only I’ve ever played with. “Letting you know where Ireallywant to be.”
He shudders when he sinks his fingers inside me, knuckle deep, and I shudder, too. He plays with my asswhile our hips slowly grind into one another, our cocks sliding together in a sticky, fiery mess. A massive, deep, all-encompassing pressure builds in my groin, coiling tight. I force myself to breathe through it, never wanting this moment to end.
“I use my mouth, too,” he says, shifting lower. Just when I’m thrusting my cock against his, comfortable with our bare chests pressed together while he teases my hole, he flips me over, spreads me against the mattress and positions himself behind me.
“Noah, I–”
My instinct is to clench, but when the heat of his tongue teases my rim and dips inside my hole, my body relaxes. The mattress absorbs a belly-deep groan as my glasses nudge up, off my head, somewhere onto the bed.
I don’t care.
I don’t care about anything other than what Noah is doing.
Noah, Noah, Noah.
He continues fingering and licking me, and my cock presses into the mattress, so hard, so leaky, I force myself to push to my elbow, force myself to warn him.
“I’m—Noah, I’m close.” He’s not even stroking my cock, but just knowing Noah Ryan is telling me how he’s going to prepare me for him, for… making love. Knowing that Noah and I are going to, sometime, make love. “Noah—” His name is nothing more than a guttural moan.
He licks into my tightest, most private place just as my cock throbs, pulsing out hot streams of cum onto themattress, spraying up my chest, onto my elbow. Quickly, Noah abandons my ass to feed his hand between me and the mattress. With his body pressed to my back, his hard cock digging into my cheek, he presses his lips to my ear and strokes me through the last few shots.
“Fuck, Cade, you’re so hot, baby. Coming just from me playing with your ass,” he hums, his voice smokey and low, keeping my cock thick and hard in his hand, despite the fact that I’ve just emptied myself all over my bed. He flips me over, and finds my glasses, righting them as he tucks pieces of my hair behind my ears, brushing them off my face.
