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“I’ll come.” Hell, I almost came from that growly order alone. “You don’t want me to do that during your first time.”
“Why not? You recover fast.”
“Oh, fuck it.” I take the challenge, closing the distance between us and guiding my dick between his parted lips. With shallow thrusts—look at me exercising control—I rub the tip over the flat of his tongue, hoping the gentle strokes will both get him used to my girth and satisfy my need for friction without tipping me over the edge. It sort of works, until he closes those plump pink lips over my crown and sucks softly.
“Holy fuuuccckk.” My groan is guttural, desperate even. A sound I didn’t know I was capable of until now. Every muscle in my body vibrates with raw need that I’m struggling to contain as a shudder rakes through me. It starts at the base of my spine and pulses through my limbs, and the tremor catches Noah's attention. His big blue eyes flick curiously to mine, and somehow, I just know he’s asking for guidance.
“Look at you…,” I mumble as I thread my fingers through his silky hair, caressing his scalp with far too gentle a touch. “Swirl your tongue around the tip and give it another good suck. Use your hands if you want. Play with my balls or hold the shaft so I don’t thrust too deep.”
He pulls away and looks at me quizzically. “Isn’t that the point? I thought you were going to fuck my face.”
“Trust me when I say we need to work up to that.” I push in, gnashing my teeth together to keep my hips from spearing further into his slippery, wet heat, or pulling violently on his hair. And somehow, despite a lifetime of evidence that hard and fast and dirty is my jam, I manage to keep myself mostly still while Noah maps me with his tongue.
Licking up one side of my shaft and down the other, sucking my balls into his mouth, slurping me like a straw, the man is enthusiastic in his exploration. Lips and tongue and fingers work together to investigate every inch of my cock. And by investigate, I mean full-on explore, leaving no stone unturned. You’d think a thirty-something guy giving his first blow job would be hesitant or…neat. Not Noah. He’s flat out sloppy, so immersed in the experience he’s practically drooling on my cock, and… Damn. I am here for it.
His enthusiasm is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, which makes it an epic feat for me not to go feral on him. My body literally aches from the effort of holding back. It’s only because it’s erotic as hell to be the object of such thorough intensity that I manage. Especially, with him fully-clothed while I’m butt-ass naked in my living room.
I bet we look absolutely filthy like this, and while I’ve never done the filming thing—kind of a shocker since I work in video production—I feel like this would do well on Only Fans. Not that I’m looking for a career change, but seriously, a naked guy getting blown by a fully clothed Norse God would rack up the views. It’d make me blow, for sure.
On that note…
“Pull your dick out, big guy.”
Noah wipes saliva off his swollen lips when I step out of reach. Why is that hot?
I pull at the fabric covering his chest. “Shirt off, too. You’re gonna fuck your first man.”
He gapes at me, wide eyes blinking in rapid succession, for about three seconds before he whips his shirt off and fumbles with his shorts, shoving them down just enough that his thick cock slaps against his stomach when it springs free.
“God, I love that sound," I muse, grabbing lube and a condom from the drawer in the coffee table. Without wasting a second, I kneel between his legs, which can only spread so wide trapped in his shorts. “FYI, I’m clean. I got tested after my last encounter.” I lick a path from root to tip, loving how he tries to chase after my mouth. “And I’m guessing you are too since you haven’t been with anyone in a while. So,” I hold up the condom, “your call. Want to wrap up or not?”
I mentally slap myself for making the offer—I never go bare—but I sort of want to rock his world, and while he doesn’t need to be bare for me to do that, I kind of don’t want to cover up when it’s my turn, so it’s only fair to offer.
“Have you ever gone without?”
The truth might make it seem like he falls into one of those ‘concessions’ categories again, which I don’t want. But I want to feel that beautiful cock raw more than I want my fortified walls. “No. I’ve always wanted to, though, if I thought it’d be safe.”
“If we don’t need it, I’m good.” He tips his head toward the hand holding the condom. I toss it aside with a wicked grin and squirt a glob of lube into my palm to coat his dick.
He flinches from the cold, muscles tensing gloriously beneath his skin. After a moment, he relaxes into the couch as the friction from my hand warms him up. When he’s nice and slippery, and glistening I straddle him and line him up to my hole.
“Don’t you have to stretch first, or something?” His brow furrows with concern, blue eyes wary.
“I’ll take it slow for your first time.” He doesn’t need to know that my recent dry spell doesn’t extend to my dildo, or that I used it as recently as last night.
Holding my breath, I sink lower. The big guy didn't get his nickname as a means to boost his ego, it's obnoxiously accurate on all accords. I force my body to relax as I take him inside me, exhaling deeply as he breaches the tight ring of muscle, and groaning with relief when I feel the fullness inside me. “Shit that’s good. Still with me, champ?”
Noah’s eyes are squeezed shut, jaw locked so tight he almost looks like he’s in pain. For a quick second, I wonder if he is, and whether that pain is physical or mental. Sure, he talked a good game about being okay with his attraction to another man, but when it comes to actually fucking one—maybe he isn’t as ready for this as he thought.
I’m about to freak out, believing I’ve overestimated his comfort level, when he finally exhales, whispering, “So tight. God, I… Jesus that’s the tightest thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Yeah?” There’s no disguising the pride in my voice as I start to rock my hips forward, only to have him clamp his hands on my thighs, hard.
“Don’t move. Not yet.”
“You’re killing me, big guy. I’d say going mid-fuck would be kind of the perfect end, but it’d be a tragedy not to bust this nut after you worked it into this state.”
“I want to last longer than a few pumps. I want you to enjoy it.”
