Chapter 11 #3
I didn’t think I’d ever seen Noah move so quickly in his life.
He positioned the pillow underneath him, presenting his ass to me like it was a gift, and it was.
Oh god, was his ass a gift. I licked my lips as I ran my hands over his round cheeks.
Like the rest of his skin, there was no ink.
I knew that the final place I searched wouldn’t yield any results, but I’d changed missions.
If I couldn’t find the tattoo, I needed to make him give up and give in. I pried his cheeks apart, revealing his puckered hole.
“There’s no tattoo there,” Noah whispered.
“Gotta be sure.”
Before he could say anything else, I licked over his dusky hole.
His reaction was immediate, a long, drawn-out moan that had me weak in the knees.
Or it would have had me weak in my knees if I’d been dumb enough to be on my knees.
I teased his hole with my tongue, circling and licking it.
I wanted to devour him. Every taste of him awakened a hunger inside me unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
It was a foreign kind of hunger, the kind that felt like fire over every inch of my skin, and the only thing that could satiate it was the man writhing underneath me.
I pushed my tongue past the tight ring of muscle, desperate to taste more of him.
“Matt,” he cried out as I breached him. It egged me on, and I began fucking my tongue into him.
He pushed his ass against me, like he was trying to take me deeper.
His moans turned incoherent. I wanted him to break.
I needed him to break. I didn’t know what I’d do if he won and decided that he wanted to fuck me tonight, to turn this torture back on me, but every move he made pushed me closer to breaking instead.
My cock was throbbing, the drag of the comforter not giving me the friction I was desperate for. I needed him to break. I reached between his legs and began stroking his cock.
“Fuck, baby, fuck. Please. I need—Fuck,” he cried out.
“Please, Matt, please.” He was so close.
He was so close to breaking or maybe to cumming.
His tunnel was tightening around my tongue, and I worried that I was pushing him too far.
Except I couldn’t stop. There was no way in hell I could stop now.
If he came from me eating his ass, then well, he came from me eating his ass.
I was too intoxicated on the taste of him and the smell of sex to stop now.
“Need you. Please. Please, Matt. I give up. You win, just fuck me. Fuck. Please.”
I pulled away from him and wiped saliva and spit from my chin with my arm. “Condom. Lube. Now.”
We were clearly on the same page. I won.
He won. We both won. All that mattered was burying myself inside him.
He reached for his bedside table, tossing things from the drawer until he found a strip of condoms and a small bottle of lube.
He thrust them back at me. I took note of the condom brand, my nose wrinkling.
He’d been using that brand since high school, and I’d never liked them.
But beggars couldn’t be choosers, and I needed him. I needed him now.
I ripped the condom wrapper with my teeth and slid it over my length. “Do you need me to—”
“Get your dick inside me now, Matthew Bennett,” he growled, hoisting himself up to his hands and knees.
Holy fucking hell. I needed him to talk to me like that when he was in control sometime.
That bossy voice was working for me, and I was helpless to deny him anything he wanted when he used it.
I lubed up my latex covered dick and lined the head of my cock up to his entrance.
I began to push inside him. Once I got past the ring of muscle, the glide was easy.
I wanted to go slow, to take my time and savor this, but the moment he started pushing back against me, I knew it was a lost cause.
Within moments, I was fully seated. I pulled out and pushed back in, slow and deep.
He was so tight and hot around me, and I was so keyed up from exploring his body.
I didn’t know how long I was going to last, not with how good he felt.
At least I could take some comfort knowing that he had to be as keyed up as I was, as close to the edge already.
He began to meet me thrust for thrust, and soon, our bodies were moving in harmony toward pleasure.
His bedroom filled with the sound of skin slapping, our moans, and the strong scent of sex.
Our bodies kept colliding, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him up against my sweaty chest. The change in angle let me go deeper, and it made me see stars as I fucked into him. “Not going to last long,” I warned him.
“Close.” I didn’t know if it was a question or a statement, and I didn’t know that it mattered either. I needed to feel him cum, to get him off. I wrapped a hand around his cock and began to stroke in time to my thrusts. “So fucking close,” he moaned.
It took a few more strokes before I felt his channel tighten around me, felt the heat of his release over my fist. I fucked him through it until both of our knees gave out.
He collapsed onto the mattress, and I followed him, fucking him deeper and erratically as I moved closer and closer to the edge of bliss.
I came so hard I saw planets that NASA hadn’t even discovered yet. It was an out-of-body experience. It was the best orgasm of my life, and I didn’t feel like it would ever end.
When it finally did, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even pull out.
My breath came in hard pants against his neck.
My heart pounded like I’d just run a marathon.
I could feel every cell in my body. I could feel Noah heaving underneath me, struggling to catch his breath.
I didn’t know how long we laid there, just that when I finally pulled out, I was half soft.
I tied off the condom and tossed it into the trash can he kept by the bed.
“Wow,” I gasped.
“Yeah.” I collapsed onto my back, and he nestled into my chest. “You lost, by the way.”
“You gave in.”
“I won,” he singsonged. “Meaning tomorrow, my choice.”
“Only if you prove you have a tattoo.”
He laughed and sat up. He moved closer to the light and pointed out a small emerald green dot, almost the exact shade of his eyes, on his right pelvic bone.
I must have kissed over it in my exploration, my mind rationalizing it as one of the freckles or beauty marks that decorated his body.
“See. Right there.” He grinned a wicked grin.
“Started moving my hand when you got close. I was not losing.”