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Circling the head, Noah spreads my precum over the tip, heightening the already delicious friction and making me keenly aware of his delicate touch. Then he slides his damp finger down my length to my heavy sac, cupping it in his large palm.
I rock my body over his with a heady moan, trying to stifle a gasp when I feel a firm ridge of pressure underneath me. This is getting him hard. Really hard. I give myself an imaginary pat on the back before shoving the thought from my mind. He’ll say something if he wants to acknowledge it. Instead, I let my body take control.
“I didn’t know men could feel so smooth.” He kneads my balls slowly, dragging his thumb over the somewhat taut skin.
“Do you like it?”
He gives them a firm tug, causing my cock to twitch with a ragged jolt, and resumes rubbing them with a distant, almost contemplative look. “Yeah. I like that you feel soft.”
“We need to work on your vocabulary. Nothing about me is soft.”
“I suppose not.” He slides his hand from my sac to my shaft, trapping it in his vice-like grip, and my vision goes hazy while my soul jumps out of my body.
Holy mother of God, have I entered Heaven?
“Damn that’s an iron grip,” I stutter when my senses return and I realize my hips are bucking and swiveling and straight up humping his hand completely of their own accord, because the fucker’s just holding my dick, not jerking it.
“Too much?” He relaxes his grip as he angles his head to the side like he actually thinks he might be hurting me.
“Fuck no. Keep doing that.”
The pressure returns, and I start thrusting into his fist, grinding my ass against his erection with each pass.
Jaw locked tight, Noah grumbles as I slam onto his lap, but he makes no effort to move. Whether that’s because he’s too afraid or too engrossed by the feel of my dick in his hand I don’t know, but the way his baby blues darken under hooded lids suggests any fear he might have is trumped by lust.
And I am here for it.
Though my limbs are straining with the effort to hold myself up while thrusting into his hand, I fucking love the imagery of writhing naked on top of a fully clothed man. It’s so…filthy, so primal and debauched. I’m ready to blow just picturing it, yet before I can Noah loosens his grip, and the explosion I almost reached fades into a quiet hum.
“Oh fuck. That’s… I need… Don’t stop.” Random words fall out of my mouth as I press my groin into his hand, straining to reclaim the bliss I almost found. When I can’t find it, my tortured gaze meets Noah’s.
“Can I?” He gives a leisurely pull on my cock.
He doesn’t want to stop, he wants to take over. The relief is so potent my arms struggle to support my weight.
“Fuck yes,” I pant. “Do whatever you want to me.”
Once again, he starts slow, with feather-light strokes from root to tip. It’s not enough, my chest heaves with the effort to restrain myself from bucking wildly, but my hips don’t move, giving him the freedom to explore at his own pace.
Back and forth, his hand travels over my shaft, gradually getting faster, squeezing harder, learning what makes me gasp or moan or roll my eyes back in my head. And while I try to limit my reactions to what he’s doing to me, sometimes it’s what I do to him that gets me.
Brow furrowed in concentration, blue eyes dark with desire, Noah is one sexy motherfucker. Add his slightly parted lips, his staggered breathing, and the hard dick pressing against my ass, and before long the pressure of impending release is back.
“Don’t stop. Please, God, don’t stop.” My hips swivel in earnest, alternately pushing my dick into his grip and rubbing my ass over his. Mercifully, he gets the message, pumping me harder. Faster. Until we’re a tangle of squirming, wriggling limbs lost in a frenzy of lust that couldn’t be contained even if we wanted it to. I’m on the verge of detonation. But it’s the astonished look on Noah’s face as he quivers beneath me that tips me over the edge. Oh. My. God.
My earlier restraint dissolves as my body takes over, rearing almost violently as my dick pulses out its release. Toes curling, fingers gripping Noah’s thighs hard enough to bruise, my muscles go into lockdown as a tsunami of pleasure tears through me, robbing me of the ability to do anything but hang on as I coat us both in the sticky aftermath of my bliss.
It’s a savage orgasm. Untamed. And even before my limbs stop sizzling, I know I’ll want more. Much more. As much as Noah’s willing to give.
As my dick stops weeping, I try to take stock of whether I can move only to come to the conclusion that I can’t. I’m boneless, incapable of standing, and I’m strangely content with that. Using the last of my energy I pull myself upright only to collapse on Noah’s chest, resting my forehead on his shoulder as my breathing slowly returns to normal. It’s not cuddling, it’s recovery. There’s a difference.
Noah’s hand releases me, sliding over my hip and coming to rest on my thigh as his own breathing slows, and for a moment there I swear I hear a breathless “thank you,” although I’m too dazed to give it much thought.
When I’m finally capable of movement it’s dark out, and I’m still on the couch, covered by a blanket. Noah is nowhere in sight.
Chapter seven
Noah
