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“Good,” he murmurs. “Now, since you’re so bossy, why don’t you show me how you want it? Come on, princess. Show me what a dirty, pretty girl you can be. Fuck yourself on my tongue.”
I bite down hard on my lip, but there’s a challenge in his eyes and words I can’t deny. Fisting both hands in his hair, I roll my hips against his face, rubbing myself on his tongue. He scoops my hips in his hands, supporting me, but lets me move my hips as I want. Low moans of pleasure rumble from his throat, and they’re like gasoline thrown on the fire of my desire. I move faster, so close I hardly dare breathe.
Then Noah moves one of his hands out from under my hip. I glance down at him: his eyes are closed, his face smeared with wetness, and he’s slipping his hand into his pants. The movement of his hand under the soft fabric of his sweatpants tells me he’s touching himself, and the thought of it—the thought of his hand working his cock while I fuck myself on his tongue—sends me hurtling over a vertiginous height.
I come with a gasp of surprise; I come so hard lights burst behind my eyelids as I squeeze them shut. My thighs clamp around Noah’s head as my hips squirm erratically against his mouth, moving in time with the waves of pleasure pulsing through me.
Then I fall back to the bed with a whimper. My eyes fly open. I stare up at him, shocked by the force of my orgasm. I don’t remember the last time I came this hard. My thighs shiver uncontrollably. Noah doesn’t even look smug. He licks his lips—his hand is still working his cock in slow strokes. He’s looking straight into my eyes.
“Fuck,” he says. “That was fucking hot.”
I laugh weakly, propping myself up on my elbows. My legs are jelly—I’m pretty certain I’d fall over if I tried to stand right now.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly, even though I already know.
“I’ll show you.”
His eyes on mine, he stands from the bed, and pulls off his trousers, kicking them away from him. His cock, just like him, is big and thick. Moisture beads the thick tip, and I lick my lips at the sight of it. But Noah takes his cock into this hand, his eyes still on mine. He doesn’t seem embarrassed to be standing naked in front of me. He moves his fist in long, firm strokes, and I catch my breath as I watch him.
“You like this, do you?” he asks in a thoughtful murmur. “Watching me touch myself when I’m so hard for you?”
For such a calm, unassuming guy, Noah sure has a confident, commanding side to him. The way he strokes himself is so self-assured, so full of authority, it’s almost intimidating.
“Yes.” I breathe. “I like it.”
“Does it feed your ego, princess? To know you’ve got me so turned on I have to touch myself?”
I wonder if this is part of the mind games he’s so good at. Making me feel like I’m the one in control when he’s the one with all the real power. I raise my leg and place the sharp tip of my heel against his chest, where the muscles are thick and where his skin is slick with sweat.
“It does,” I admit, digging my heel deeper.
“Fuck.” His eyes roll close and his stomach muscles tense. His hand moves a little faster.
“Stop,” I say sharply, punctuating my command with a jab of my heel into his chest.
He does exactly as I say. I sit up slowly and move to the edge of the bed. I lick my lips, staring a little nervously at his cock—the intimidating thickness of it.
Normally, I don’t give out blowjobs. They’re a lot of work, and I rarely enjoy them. But right now, all I can think of is wrapping my lips around his cock, tasting it on my tongue.
I slide down to the floor, kneeling in front of him. He watches me; he’s no longer smiling. Instead, an expression almost like pain is on his face. I draw closer, until my mouth is inches from his cock, until I can almost feel the warmth of it. I keep my eyes on him the whole time. His throat shudders as he swallows. He licks his lips and runs two fingers down my cheek, gently lifting my chin to look up at him.
“Are you sure?” he asks in a hoarse voice.
What a thing to ask when my lips are this close to his cock. But the question is sexier than dirty words. It makes me squeeze my thighs shut over the deep pulsing between my legs. “I want to.”
He lets go of his cock. He cups my face and tilts it up gently. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know.”
Heat pools in my cheeks. He slides his thumb across my lips. He tugs lightly on my bottom lip. I open my mouth, eyes still on his. His expression is curious, almost thoughtful, as he gazes down, his eyes moving from mine to my mouth. He slides his index and middle fingers past my lips, pushing his fingers against my tongue.
I close my lips on his fingers and suck slightly. He tilts his head, watching me. His cheeks are flushed, his lips slightly parted. He’s turned on, his cock huge and bouncing with each twitch, but he doesn’t look satisfied or pleased. He looks…
Hungry. Desperate. Almost broken.
Moving slowly, I slide my mouth up and down his fingers—a little teaser of what I’m about to do. I move down until my lips touch his knuckles, pause to peer up at him, and then slide back, sucking on the tips of his fingers.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his voice rough. “Ah, good girl.”
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth. A string of saliva connects his fingers to my lips for a second, then breaks. Scooting closer to him, I take his cock gently in one hand. He’s thick and warm, filling my grip satisfyingly, and his cock twitches when I wrap my fingers around it.
