Chapter 16 #2
I teased him with my mouth, bringing him to full hardness, alternating suction with flicking my tongue or swirling it around the head.
I changed up the depth I took him, sometimes sticking to only the head and other times taking him down my throat.
The more I teased him, the more his hips moved until he was meeting me with shallow thrusts.
A part of me was tempted to pull off him, to tell him to keep still, but honestly? I loved this.
I loved his reactions and the way that even now, blindfolded and left guessing with what I’d do next, he was such an active participant in our sex life.
I didn’t even complain when he gave up on keeping his hands over his head and brought them down to mine.
If he was so lost in the lust that he’d forgotten about keeping his hands above his head, then that meant he wasn’t thinking.
And wasn’t that the point of this entire exercise?
Well, that and the fact that I was powerless to resist my sexy as hell boyfriend.
I kept going until I felt his cock twitch against my tongue and his mutterings turned incoherent. I felt the stutter of his hips and pulled away. His reaction was immediate: a disgruntled noise paired with an attempt to push my head back down. “Noah, please,” he whined.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I told him.
I looked up his chest and noticed the wet swell of his lips.
He must have been biting on them, chewing them, sucking them in, anything to hold himself together.
His lips were temptation, and I was not resisting temptation tonight.
I draped myself over his body and attacked his lips.
My cock lined up against his. His spit wet shaft rubbed against mine, and I moaned into his mouth.
His hands found my ass and pushed me down, searching for friction and that orgasm I’d just denied him. “Hands above your head,” I reminded him, the words moving straight from my lips to his. I swallowed down the resulting growl, but he moved his hands.
He was perfect.
Pulling myself away from his lips was a struggle, but I managed.
Eventually. I wanted more than kissing him, more than feeling the tease of his cock against mine.
I wanted every part of him, and I wanted to give him a hell of a lot more pleasure than I’d given him so far.
Not that he’d complain, but it would feel anticlimactic to bring out the blindfold and then get off this way.
At least for the first time.
I reached for the next prop I’d pulled from my bedside drawer: a thin vibrator. I turned it on close enough to his ear that he could hear the low buzz, a tease of what was to come.
“What’s that noise?” Matt questioned.
I grinned and clicked off the toy. The silence of the room was broken only by the sound of Matt’s breathing. “A toy,” I told him simply as I rolled off him. “Turn over.”
He didn’t hesitate. He flipped over and spread his legs, giving me room to settle between them.
I grabbed the condom and lube from the nightstand and put it down next to me.
I knew that watching his hole take the toy would drive us both crazy, and I was already so damn hard and eager to bury myself in him.
I parted his cheeks and turned back on the toy.
I watched the muscles of his back and neck flex as he turned his head toward the noise, looking over his shoulder to find the source despite his blindfold.
I dragged the vibrating rod over his hole and watched as he reacted.
His back arched and his mouth fell open, a breathy gasp escaping at the first contact.
My eyes stayed trained on him as I did it again.
His reactions were hypnotizing and breathtaking, and I wanted to drink in every moment.
I wanted to memorize the way he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth when he heard the snick of the lube bottle cap opening and the sight of goosebumps rising along his spine as I dripped lube over his pucker.
I watched with undisguised hunger as I pushed the toy past the ring of muscle and into him, watching as the hole stretched around the thin toy.
I couldn’t wait to watch that same hole wrap around my cock.
It had always been one of my favorite sights, and with Matt, it was even better.
I gently pulled the toy out, taking note of his reactions.
I angled the toy to brush his prostate, and he let out the most beautiful sound.
It was music to my ears, and my cock throbbed at the sound.
I needed to touch him. The toy wasn’t enough to sate the hunger I had for my boyfriend.
I didn’t think anything would ever be enough to satisfy that hunger.
I leaned down, biting one of his ass cheeks, and I shifted the vibrator in doing so.
I must have hit a really good spot, because his moan was loud enough that I was sure the neighbors could hear it, even though the apartment had thick walls.
I’d never heard them getting into anything, and they’d never once complained about the noises coming from my apartment.
“Bend your knees,” I instructed as I pulled the toy from his ass.
“I want to see your hole better. I need better access.”
Matt shuffled on the bed, pushing himself up to where his ass was presented beautifully toward me.
His hole was wet with lube, and fuck, it was tempting me.
I stroked my cock a few times to take the edge off, the vibrator still buzzing in my hand.
Matt shifted on the bed, and I could practically feel the impatience radiating from him.
I stroked myself again, moaning at the contact.
His whine was almost obscene.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked.
“Need more.”
“Need more what?” I asked him. I used my other hand to thumb over his hole, teasing him. “Patience?”
Matt grumbled incoherently, a grumble that was more sexy than frustrated. When I did it again, the whine was more pronounced. “Noahhhh. Please.”
“Patience,” I reminded him, leaning down so my breath grazed him. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Before he could whine again, before he could beg more, I circled his rim with my tongue.
He shuddered, and once I added the toy to my licks, the room was filled with lustful noises.
I worked him over with tongue and toy until he was begging again, practically sobbing.
He was begging for my cock, begging to cum, begging for a hundred different things.
He cried out to God more times than I’d ever heard him do in his life.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, watching him fall apart.
And the sound he made when I pulled the toy out and turned it off, stopped touching him, left him dangling on the edge of his orgasm would be in my spank bank for the rest of my life.
It was the kind of noise that would haunt my wet dreams. I would spend the rest of my life chasing the feeling that singular noise gave me.
Hell, I’d be content spending the rest of my life drawing that noise from his lips.
And when I put on the condom and pushed into him, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life chasing it.
Matthew Bennett was everything to me. He was my past, my present, and my future.
I wanted to spend every night with him. I wanted the little moments with him, and I wanted moments like this.
Buried deep in the heat of his channel, bringing him to orgasm and chasing my own.
I wanted to fall asleep beside him, wake up with him drooling on my chest every morning, cook meals together, everything.
The realization hit me as hard as my release did, causing my heart to stutter and my head to clear.
It was like a moment of epiphany, of understanding what I had been put on this earth to do.
I’d been made to love Matthew Bennett.