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“I was planning on it.”
He moved into the room and slapped the stack of clothes, forcing them to fall to the floor. “I like you dirty.”
My entire being lit with hot arousal at his gritty voice and that look of pure wickedness in his eyes. “Then, I’ll be dirty. For you, I’ll be anything.”
He cupped my cheek and whispered, “You don’t have to be anything except yourself. For me, that’s perfect.”
I didn’t know I was going to do it before it happened, but the second I did it, it felt right. In fact, it was the most right I’d felt in my life. I dropped to my knees, pain setting in my legs from them both hitting the hardwood floor.
My head fell back so I could see him, really see him, and his reaction was much like my own surprise. Then he grew a smile on those perfect lips, his fingers brushing over my face. “You look good down there.”
“I’m glad I please you.”
“Oh, you please me just fine, Eli. In fact, you please me enough that I think I’m gonna keep you.”
That was music to my ears. “I’m yours for as long as you could want me.”
He moved, so he was kneeling in front of me, and in doing that, made a silent pact with me before he ever spoke the words. “We’re together as long as we both want it. I won’t hold you here, punishing you if you leave, and you won’t leave except riding away, and living the rest of your long life, if you choose to leave. That’s all I can promise on my part and insist on yours.”
I thought that was just about perfect. “I don’t plan to go anywhere. I love this place, Noah, and even if I didn’t… you, it’s you…”
“I love you, Eli. There, it’s out,” he said, his eyes lowering to the very narrow space between them.
I tipped his head up and kissed him. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, with tongue and breathing ramped up, but our lips touched, and I felt him exhale, like he’d been waiting for me to say or do something in answer to a question that wasn’t spoken aloud.
Against his lips, I whispered, “I love you, Noah.”
Noah moved, getting up to his feet, and he took my hand, helping me to mine. “I like you on your knees, but I like you on your feet too, and on the bed. Let’s go enjoy each other a while, then we’ll talk. I may be rusty on the ways of the lifestyle, but I remember conversations are important.”
“I guess that’s wise, sure.”
“Come on. I want you in bed right now, so I can enjoy my dirty boy.”
After he watched me undress in his bedroom, he had me move close to him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He sniffed my dick, then gave it a lick, and I had to close my eyes because watching was making me dizzy.
Dizzy with desire. A random thought spun through my head that it would make a great title for a porn. Dizzy With Desire, starring Noah Oliver and his big dick. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing, but my laughter died as Noah did some biting of his own.
My inner thigh was bitten, and not gently. I yelped, but he didn’t let up the pressure for a long moment, and when he did, I sighed. I was fondled, sniffed more and licked on my genitals, but every now and again, he’d bite me on my thigh.
I was pretty happy he kept that to my thigh, but if he bit my dick or balls, I knew I’d take it. I knew then that I’d take anything he had to give me, and not for my own love of painful play. I wanted to submit to him, to give him the pleasure he needed, as long as it didn’t result in being scarred or some bone being broken.
I trusted him, though, and I knew he’d never hurt me like that. He’d never hit me in anger, never throw me out without a cent to my name. Noah was the prize after years of being in limbo, being ignored and overlooked.
Standing still, so he could examine me, that was hard. I wanted to move into the touches, away from the bites, my body fighting its own instincts. A finger probed between the cheeks of my ass, and it tickled some. The light touch he was giving me making me want to contract from it.
I didn’t, though. I stood tall, breathing heavily as Noah discovered my body on his own time. And he took his time, even with the bites. He’d sink his teeth into my flesh and gradually tighten until the pain hit me and I’d flinch, then he’d back off just as slowly, licking a swath before moving to my balls to loudly sniff them.
He turned me around to face away from him, standing behind me. My back was caressed as he whispered, “Stay still for me. Keep calm for me, Eli.”
“Trying.”
“Good boy. Such a good boy.”
He felt my muscles twitching periodically, whispering more encouragement, “Steady, there. Don’t get jumpy on me.”
I’d close my eyes to better feel his hands on my body, a pinch to my nipple, then a kiss on the back of my neck. He took long inhales when he’d kiss my shoulder, lifting my arm to lick under it. “Like a man, a working, strong man,” he’d say while still there, my armpit hair brushing over his lips.
We’d worked side by side for weeks, eaten meals together, talked or simply sat together in the evenings, and not once did I realize exactly how sexual the man was. He rushed nothing, like he lived his life, taking everything in his own time, at his own pace.
