Chapter 8 Torin #2
I hum in response. “Yes, Noah.”
I push his pants and underwear down inch by inch until his cock is freed like mine. I want him naked now, and after he steps out of his pants, he pulls off his shirt and there’s nothing but skin between us.
“God, I am going to come so fucking hard,” I utter, and I see his cock throb in response. “On your knees. Now.”
“Fuck you.” He glares. “You can’t order me around.”
“Trying to act like you don’t love it?”
I reach up to his shoulders and give him a little push downward. Despite his protests, he doesn’t hesitate to get lower at all, dropping down onto each knee in front of me.
Fuck.
Sensation floods my body as I see him from this angle. Staring up at me from under his dark rows of lashes.
Instantly, I like it too much.
It’s not just that his mouth ends up right in front of my cock.
It’s also the way he looks. The way his whole expression changes when he finally surrenders to the fact that some part of him has been deeply craving this for God knows how long. And despite the fact that his lips are right in front of my dick, I know I’m not going to let him touch it.
Not yet.
“Quit fucking around and get it over with,” he murmurs.
I feel the corner of my lips come up with a hint of a smile. “Impatient.”
I grip my dick and give it a slow stroke, just inches from his mouth.
And he looks like some perfect, obedient dark angel in this moment.
I can’t even remember if I’ve wanted to shove my cock past his lips in the past, to shut him up when he gave me attitude.
I’m sure I entertained the fantasy, once or twice.
But it’s a whole different thing entirely to actually see him there.
I put my fingertips against his lips with my free hand as I stroke my cock harder with the other.
I bring the pad of my thumb to his lower lip and tug at it for a moment before I push further into his mouth, meeting his teeth before he opens up for me.
Give me your tongue.
“There you go,” I utter under my breath as I slide my thumb onto his tongue, stroking over it and making my cock pulse in response.
He sucks my finger harder, hot and slick, and the feeling of his tongue sparks something ravenous in me.
The urge to fuck his throat is colossal.
His mouth is there—right there—and I know damn well he’d take my cock like it was a gift.
There’s too much to like about this.
About him.
It occurs to me just how many boxes he ticks off for me, just by the sheer fact of who Noah Vancliff is:
Unavailable, because he’s so insistent that he’s straight… and I love unavailable people.
Check.
Hot as fuck, while also having a defiant attitude.
Check.
Someone who actually responds naturally well to being coaxed onto his knees…
Check, check, check.
I’ve been looking for this.
Starved for this.
I keep focusing on his glossy dark hair, then looking down toward those ruddy lips wrapped around my thumb, and I’m imagining them everywhere else on my body.
And a barrage of thoughts hits me all at once, conspiring to push me to the edge.
Did not know how badly I want you, Noah.
Want you like this.
Want you bent over, too.
Want you choking on my cock while I push as many fingers inside you as I please, because I know how much you’d fucking like that, too—
“Fuck. Going to come,” I tell him in a broken breath.
I grip my cock harder and as his tongue flicks over the pad of my thumb again, that’s enough.
Tease.
Gorgeous, annoying, perfect fucking tease.
I groan deeply and exhale as the wave crests inside of me, sensation pooling at the base of my cock.
He’s not moving away after my warning, and I realize he’s inviting me to come all over his pretty face.
His eyes communicate one thing, loud and clear:
Give it to me.
I whisper a curse under my breath before breaking off into a low groan, spilling white out over the lower half of Noah’s face.
Like that.
Exactly.
Like.
That.
It’s the best fucking sight I’ve seen in weeks. Months. Possibly years. A few streaks hit my own hand, but more land on his cheek and the edge of his lips.
White streaked over that deep red pout.
Like a pretty expressionist painting.
Too good.
Really fucking good.
As I catch my breath, my body feels completely and utterly spent, a state of mind that often feels elusive to me.
I slide my thumb off of his tongue slowly and watch him closely.
I still want more.
A forbidden fire is still burning in my chest.
I have to push it.
Right to the fucking limit.
I give him a little nod, then a command.
“Lick it clean.”
He doesn’t miss a beat.
“Make me.”
Holy fuck, too perfect.
I move forward in an instant, pushing the flagging tip of my cock to his lips.
His tongue comes out and he actually fucking does it, taking a lick from the cum streaked over my tip, and it feels like I’ve won something knowing that I’ll forever be the first man he’s ever tasted.
At first I assume that’s all he’ll be willing to do.
But I watch in astonishment as his tongue comes out again, and he uses it to clean my cock completely, lapping over me and making me wish I could come again right this second. He cleans the back of my hand and the corner of his afterward, too, taking every drop I spilled.
Where the hell did you come from?
A thousand tiny wishes spring up inside of me.
If he’s willing to do that, what else would he do for me?
I watch him, breathless.
He slides his tongue from my tip after licking the last bit of cum away, and I’m almost reeling, a little woozy at how much he’s willing to do.
Push it.
Even more.
“Thank me,” I tell him.n
He glares at me. “Excuse me?”
“Thank. Me.” I tip my head to one side a little.
“I’m the one on my knees, and you want me to thank you?”
“For the cum,” I tell him. Simple.
He’s silent for a moment before he speaks.
“Knew you were psycho,” he says softly.
I lean over him and bring my hand into his hair, burying my fingers in it and cradling the back of his head.
I watch his expression slowly relax.
And he gazes up at me, and I feel that magnet between the two of us again.
Strange.
It’s still there, after I came.
I gently stroke my thumb over the back of his head, waiting for him to admit what’s happening to his body as he looks at me, he stops trying to ignore it.
We share something together now.
Both the terrifying events that happened earlier and the shared secret we now have locked inside this room, too.
His first time with a man. With me.
He’s not supposed to kiss me, and certainly not supposed to clean my cock with his tongue, dutifully, gorgeously, on his knees.
He finally breathes out, his eyelids dropping into that deeper, half-hypnotized bedroom look that I fucking love.
“Thank you,” he says. His voice is low, a little hoarse.
“For?”
He pauses just for a moment. “Thank you for giving me your cum.”
The fire in my chest smolders, and I nod down at him.
I lean over and press a slow kiss to his lips. I let the kiss linger for a while, soft and chaste, and I don’t let him have my tongue this time. It’s almost maddening, kissing him so sweetly, a little reward.
And then I stand up again and drop my hand from his head, walking over toward the bed.
“Get on the mattress,” I tell him.
“Why?”
I turn back toward him, lifting an eyebrow. “You want to be watched, too, don’t you?”
He exhales. “Yes.”
He wordlessly sits at the edge of his bed, his cock still completely hard in front of him, leaking precum from the tip that falls down in a clear line along the underside of his shaft.
He looks a little lost again for a moment.
“You okay, Noah?”
“I’m fine,” he says, shrugging in a way that’s not convincing at all. “Asshole.”
I hum. “You don’t seem fine.”
“Yeah, because I’m still in the room with you.”
“You want me to leave?”
“I told you I don’t want you to leave,” he says, with more urgency than before.
“Then I’ll stay.”
I reach down and gently run my fingertip through the precum, gliding in one continuous line down the underside of his cock.
His whole body freezes as I do it, his hands gripping against the bedsheets on either side of his legs.
“Listen,” I tell him. “I know you hate me. I know you don’t want this to be a regular thing. And it won’t be. I wanted to come all over you, and I did. You want to come for me, and you will—”
“Don’t fucking dare tell anyone about this, either,” he interjects.
“Is that what you’re worried about? You think I’m going to go around bragging?”
“You should. You have no idea how fucking lucky you are. Guys have wanted me before, you know.”
“Is that right?”
His eyes are like two blue flames. “I had one guy literally beg me to fuck him. Ass up, in bed, during a threesome I had.”
“And you denied him?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “I didn’t touch him. The girl we were with fucked him with a toy, while she blew me.”
“So adventurous.”
“I’m just saying, you should know you’re lucky.”
I hum. “I really like it when you act cocky, Noah.”
“Probably just because it reminds you of yourself.”
I drag my fingers along his collarbone, moving left to right a few times, and the moment I’m touching him again, his urge to fight me seems to leave entirely.
“Do you still want to come?” I ask him.
He gives me this irresistible pathetic look.
“Of course I do.”
I move my hands to his shoulders to guide him backward until he’s lying down completely on his back on the bed.
I park myself between his legs, admiring the muscles along his thighs and the view I have from here, looking up at his sack and the underside of his hard cock, and the angle I get to see of his abs and chest going upward.
I meet his eyes and give him a nod.
“Touch your cock.”
His hand wraps around his base slowly and I stay planted right where I am, watching from my vantage point between his legs.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced someone who likes being watched as much as Noah does.