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It could be the impending orgasm making my brain all fuzzy, but I feel like this is something I need to tell him. Something he needs to know. Probably not while my dick’s in his mouth, though.
Using strength I didn’t know I possessed, I yank Noah off my cock and slam our mouths together, plunging my tongue against his. The kiss is urgent, desperate, like I need it more than I need my next breath. Like the force of it could fuse us together forever or some shit like that, so neither of us will be alone again. And then I taste myself on his tongue, mixed with his musky flavor, and my frenzy starts to wane. Something about the two of us together softens the kiss, morphing from feverish need into this overwhelming sense of peace and belonging.
This would be the perfect time to confess how I feel, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to do just that. But I can’t get the words out. I’ve never said them to another person. Never heard them in return. Not even from my parents, who weren’t the affectionate type even before I was old enough to really piss them off. It makes me question whether I can trust my emotions, so instead of saying something profound, I say, “Bedroom. Now.”
When we get to his room Noah sets me gently on the bed and tugs my shoes and pants off before undoing my shirt. He pauses to look at me when I’m gloriously naked but he still resembles Thor dressed up as James Bond.
“Take your dick out and fuck me,” I rasp breathlessly.
Noah starts to remove his jacket and I shake my head vigorously. “Just your dick. Like you’re in the middle of something super important and don’t have time to get naked but you have to be inside me.”
“Some fantasy of yours?” He arches a brow but pulls his cock out like I asked.
“I’m making this up as I go.” I pull the lube from the nightstand and drizzle some in my hand, rubbing my palms together before wrapping them around Noah’s cock and slicking him up while he hovers over me in his sexy tux. “I just really like the idea of getting fucked by a man dressed like a billionaire.”
“Millionaire,” he corrects as I stroke over his length, getting him nice and slippery. “I don’t have that much money.”
“Humor me, big guy.” I lay on my back and spread my legs, hooking them behind my knees. With an exaggerated sigh, Noah lines himself up and pushes into me. His head falls back as he bottoms out, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows thickly. I don’t think I’m supposed to need a spank bank anymore now that I have a boyfriend, but for the times he’s traveling, this right here is going in it.
Holding my breath, I wait for him to move. To start pounding into me like a man on a mission, but he doesn’t. He just stands there, balls deep like I’m some sort of cock warmer. It’d be pretty hot if I wasn’t desperate for the friction of movement.
“Remember, you don’t have a lot of time,” I prompt. “Get to the fucking.”
“No.”
“No?”
“You heard me. I’ll keep the tux on like you asked, but I’m not rushing this.” To emphasize his point, he pulls out excruciatingly slow, then presses back in, rotating his hips when he’s fully seated so his crown rubs all over my prostate.
“Holy fucking mother of god,” I groan. “Where did you learn how to do that?”
He pummels me with a series of short, rapid pumps, jackhammering that sensitive bundle of nerves before retreating and pressing back in leisurely. “I didn’t learn it. I’m making it up as I go.” He steals my line, but I’m too blissed out to comment on it.
All this time I thought I was well acquainted with my prostate, but it turns out the real key to nirvana is my boyfriend’s dick.
“Can you reach your dick like that?” Noah asks as his pelvis tilts forward.
Though I’m bent like a pretzel, it’s not a stretch. I nod.
“Good. Wrap your hand around it.”
I do as he says with a soft groan. “Can I jerk it?”
“No, just hold it. Squeeze to keep yourself from coming if you need to, but nothing else.”
I want to huff in displeasure. Instead, another moan passes through my lips as Noah circles his hips, the fat head of his cock kissing my pleasure center before pounding it and disappearing…again. Over and over, he teases me to the brink and backs off, the slight frown of concentration completing the image of a sophisticated man getting ready to bust a nut in his favorite hole.
It’s sinful, and beautiful, and it makes me near delirious with ecstasy as the tension in my groin coils tighter and tighter. It’s the single hottest moment of my life, pushing me toward what could be an epic orgasm. But I can’t help feeling like something’s missing.
Hockey god looking extra sexy in his suave tux… Check.
His thick dick filling me to the brink… Check.
Full lips slightly parted, gasping for air as he tries to maintain control… Fuck, that’s it.
“Kiss me,” I blurt.
“What?”
