Chapter 32 Brad #2
I circle his rim with my fingers slowly as I continue kissing him deeply.
I pay attention to the way he pulses, searching for penetration.
Baring down, he slowly opens up for me. He wants it as much as I do.
First one finger and then two. Soon, my three fingers are working and twisting their way inside of his perfect body.
“Stretching you out has been working, hasn’t it?” I ask, taking a look at my fingers disappearing in his ass.
“I…I got a dildo,” he groans.
My hand goes still as I filter this new information. “Seriously? And you didn’t tell me?” My mouth slacks open as I plunge in further.
He gasps, hips jerking as I curl my finger. “I’ve been practicing for you,” he breathes out. “In the shower…”
Jealousy and lust mix into one as I imagine it. Him soaked under the water, moaning my name.
“Oh shit…” I tremble. “Describe it to me.”
I slip down his body and between his legs, going straight for his ass with my tongue, in tandem with my fingers.
Noah cries out in pleasure as he bucks his hips. “I—” he swallows deeply, “I start slow. Inch by inch.”
I swipe my finger over my leaking head between my legs, sending a wave of pleasure through me. My cock aches, hearing his description.
“I pump in and out, just like you used to do to me,” he rasps. “I imagine it’s you.” This coaxes out a deep groan from me. I can hardly wait to make that a reality. “I stop right before I’m about to come.”
Fuck, he’s been edging himself? What a good, good boy.
I reward him by moving my mouth up only to suck on each of his balls. Taking my time with each one, tugging and massaging them with my mouth. It’s messy and wet, and the room fills with obscene sounds. I hook my arm around his thighs to hold him steady and close to me as he squirms under me.
“Holy shit, you’re gonna make me come,” he shudders, his hand moving faster up and down his shaft.
I sit up, pressing his legs further apart.
“Not until I’m inside of you.” I stroke myself only twice, so that I don’t blow. “Lube, Noah.”
“Night table,” he whines, pointing to the right of him. I scramble for his night table, thankfully the bottle is the first thing I see. I try not to think about him using this on himself because that only sets me off even more.
I’m definitely not going to last long once I feel him wrapped around me, but hey, who says we can’t go all night?
Squeezing some in my palm, I come back and immediately cover his hole with the slippery gel.
“Mmm,” Noah moans, a happy blissed out smile on his lips.
“I love you like this.” The words slip out before I can catch them.
But before I can take them back, Noah echoes, “I love it too.” He swallows hard, throat bobbing.
My skin prickles, like something just shifted. The word ‘love’ caresses my ears. It sounds like a symphony going off in my head. I want to do whatever I can to pull that word from his lips again and again.
Love.
I don’t even know why I’d deny it any further. This guy has been making me fall for him since the moment we met. He’s incapable of making me feel less.
His eyes flutter shut while I tease his rim with the tip of my dick.
“Look at me, Noah,” I say, sinking into him.
His eyes open, hooded and dazed, as he trembles through the intrusion. I crowd over top of him, bringing my lips to his forehead as I tilt my hips. “You are so damn beautiful,” I say softly, as I press further, feeling his body open to me.
“Oh God,” he groans as I slip out and back in. He grabs onto my shoulders like a lifejacket before I take him under. “Brad, shit!”
“You okay?” I tilt my hips again, feeling him tense around me, and then relax. “Yeah, you’re okay.” I encourage him. “There you go, baby. Just like that. Keep breathing for me.” He does as I say, relaxing, and breathing through it until I bottom out inside of him.
Sweat beads my forehead at the pressure of holding it in. I sit up, looking at where we’re connected.
“You’re gonna be good for me and take it, okay?” I breathe.
“I’ll try.” He nods.
“Mmm, you’re not gonna try." I start moving again, in and out, watching him bite his lip and grip my forearms. "You’re gonna do it.”
I press on his lower stomach, feeling myself through his skin as I push in.
“I knew you could do it. You’re so good,” I say, pulling him closer to me.
Noah.
My Noah.
“I missed this. So damn tight.” My voice comes out all gritty and raspy, but I can’t help it. I can hardly keep it together. “Are you going to take my cock whenever I want you to?”
“Oh my god, yes sir,” he groans, coughing it out.
“Whenever I fucking want,” I growl, bucking my hips. “Every damn day, Noah.”
Noah murmurs a desperate plea, and that’s all I need to hear to pick up my speed. My boy wants more? He gets what he asks for. I grab ahold of his thighs and hoist them up further so I can sink deeper. A husky groan exits his throat, and that’s when I know I’ve hit the right spot.
“Shhhit—” he gasps, hanging on to me for dear life.
“Keep going. Cry for me, baby.” I swing my hips, forcefully, relishing the way he feels wrapped around me. Tightening, I can feel every time he tenses from the pleasure. When it becomes too much, his thighs begin to shake.
“I’m gonna come,” he whimpers.
“That’s ok. Come for me, baby.” I reassure him. “It won’t be the last time.”
A beautiful whine slips out past his lips as spurts of cum shoot out onto his chest. Every stroke inside results in another stream.
I watch in amazement, feeling that heavy, incredible pressure building to its peak inside of me.
I see stars as I explode, filling his ass. The intensity is overwhelming, and for a split moment, I fear I’ll never be the same.
“Noah,” I shout, as I fill his ass with my cum. Desperate, needy sounds fill the air as he tightens around me, purposely taking everything I have. Just like he always has.
I bury myself inside of him before gently slipping out. Looking down, as I watch as my release drips out of him and onto the sheets, one word coming to mind:
Mine