Chapter 32 GABE #2
The words make warmth pool low in my stomach, and I can’t help the happy sigh I release around his length.
I feel pretty, sucking his cock. He makes me feel beautiful and lovely even in moments like this.
I lick him again, my tongue tracing every ridge, every vein.
I wrap my hand around the base, steadying him, and take the head into my mouth.
The noise that rips out of him will be embedded in my mind forever.
I go slow, letting my lips stretch around him, sucking just enough to make his hips jerk. My other hand presses against his stomach, holding him down when his body tries to make little aborted thrusts up into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he grits out, voice rough. “That feels too fucking good.”
The words make me lightheaded, drunk on the power of them. I sink lower, taking more of him into my mouth until he bumps the back of my throat and I gag.
His fingers comb through my hair, but he doesn’t tug—just holds, like he’s afraid I’ll stop. There’s no chance of that happening.
“Easy, baby. You don’t have to take it all.”
I pull back slowly, letting him slip from my mouth with a wet sound, just to hear the noise he makes, desperate and pained. His cock twitches in my grip. I lean back in, taking him deep, hollowing my cheeks, and sucking with more pressure.
“Fuck, yes—” His voice breaks on the last word.
Every pull of my mouth, every flick of my tongue has his thighs shaking, his abs flexing under my palm. I run my tongue along the sensitive underside of his head, and he bucks.
“You’re so fucking perfect, make me feel so good. Those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock feel unreal.” He pants heavily, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Always such a good boy for me.”
My eyes flutter, a warm feeling spreading through me. God, I love it when he calls me that. The praise has my cock throbbing, my stomach tight with need. I whimper around him and pull him as far back into my throat as I can.
“Oh, fuck, do that again,” he begs.
I do, and he practically sobs. I can feel him getting close now—his hips are twitching, his grip in my hair is tighter than before, his breaths are coming fast and uneven.
“Gabe,” he gasps pleadingly. “Baby, I’m gonna—”
I take him as deep as I can and swallow. That’s all it takes. He shouts my name, coming hard, his whole body arching off the bed. I stay there, letting him spill down my throat, swallowing every drop.
When I finally pull off him, he’s flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, wide-eyed, panting like he’s run a marathon.
“Holy shit,” he says hoarsely. “You—holy shit.”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning proudly despite the heat flooding my cheeks.
He drags a hand over his face, then sits up enough to pull me into his lap.
His hands frame my face, his thumb brushing over my damp lips.
Then he’s kissing me messily, his tongue sliding against mine, groaning when he tastes himself on my lips.
I whine into his mouth, hips jerking forward without thinking.
I’m so hard it hurts, straining against my briefs, the wet spot at the front growing with every second.
“You’re so hard for me,” he whispers, voice hoarse with awe. “Fuck, Gabe… you were so good for me, baby. Took me so deep, made me come so hard—” He breaks off with a quiet groan, pulling me closer, running his hands over my sides like he can’t stand the space between us.
The praise makes my whole body shudder. I can’t stop moving, grinding against him, desperate for friction.
Noah’s vibrating, hands squeezing my hips like he’s holding himself back. His eyes are dark as he murmurs, “Your turn?”
My face burns, but I manage to get the words out. “If you want to.”
“Oh, I fucking want to,” he says, his tone leaving no room for doubt. His gaze drags over me hungrily. He eases me back on the bed, kissing me deeply as his hands push at the waistband of my briefs. I lift my hips to let him take them off, my whole body shivering in anticipation.
Noah settles between my thighs, spreading my legs open with a gentle grip, his breath warm against my skin.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers, kissing the inside of one thigh, then the other. Those words ricochet inside my body, landing in my core. They dissolve into my bloodstream and move into every part of me, causing me to burn from within.
I’m his.
When he finally licks a slow path up my length, my hips jerk helplessly. “Noah—”
He groans, the sound almost desperate, like he’s been dying for this. Dying for me. “You taste so good, baby.”
Every pull of his mouth, every flick of his tongue has my thighs quaking, my chest heaving. And all the while, he murmurs between licks, filthy and tender in the same breath;
“Been dreaming of this.” Groan.
“You taste so good, baby.” Lick.
“Gonna make you fall apart for me.” Suck.
Every touch feels like he’s worshipping me.
My fingers twist in his hair, helpless against the sounds spilling from me—not caring anymore if I’m loud, not when he’s looking at me like this is everything he’s ever wanted.
Noah takes his time, licking along the underside of my cock before sucking just the head, his tongue circling until I gasp.
“You’re leaking so much,” he murmurs, delight coloring his words, pulling back just enough to stroke me with his fist. “This huge cock is so hard. Just for me. Only for me.”
The possessiveness in his voice surprises me, but what I’m more surprised by is how much I like it. The praise makes me clench the sheets with one hand while the other stays buried in his hair.
“Only you, Noah. I only want you,” I whine. It’s the truth, I only ever want Noah’s touch.
“Fuck, Gabe. You’ve no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you saying those words to me,” he practically growls.
My hips twitch upward, needing more, and he hums like he approves before sinking lower, taking more of me.
The wet heat of his mouth is too good. Every stroke of his tongue, every hollow of his cheeks, makes my vision go spotty. Noah pulls back just enough to kiss down the length of my cock, leaving wet trails that cool against my overheated skin. He presses a kiss to the base, then nudges lower.
When his mouth closes around one of my balls, sucking gently, I choke on a sound that’s closer to a sob than a moan. My hips grind up, chasing the sensation.
“Easy, baby,” he murmurs against my skin, voice rumbling through me. “Let me take my time with you. I’ve waited so long to taste you.”
He switches to my other ball, sucking it into his mouth, rolling it carefully with his tongue before pulling back with a wet pop that makes my toes curl.
“God, why didn’t I do that to you? Feels so good,” spills out of me. I didn’t mean to say that aloud.
He chuckles against my heated flesh. “Next time.”
Yes. Yes, definitely next time.
His free hand keeps stroking my cock lazily, keeping me right on the edge.
“So good for me,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the spot where my thigh meets my groin. “Let me make you come.”
I whimper, the combination—his mouth teasing me, his hand stroking me slowly, those words—has me so close I can barely breathe.
Then he’s back on me, sucking the head of my cock into his mouth while his hand twists just right, and the pleasure hits me so hard I see stars. My back arches off the bed.
“Noah—” I warn, his name tearing out of me on a sound that everyone in the town can probably hear. My body goes tight, every muscle drawn taut as my orgasm hits, white-hot and blinding.
I spill into his mouth, shaking apart, gasping his name over and over. He takes it all, swallowing me down, staying there until I’m twitching and too sensitive to take any more.
When I finally sink back into the pillows, boneless, Noah pulls off with a filthy sound. Then he’s pressing gentle kisses to my thigh, my stomach, soothing me until I can breathe again.
He crawls up the bed, settling beside me and pulling me into him. His lips meet mine, the kiss is dirty, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It makes my cock throb again despite how wrung out I feel.
Noah smiles into the kiss, smug as hell. “You know you almost blew out my eardrum, right?”
Mortification shoots through me, and I groan, trying to hide my face in his neck. “I did not.”
He tilts my chin up until I look at him. His grin is devastating, blue eyes dancing. “You screamed my name like you were trying to wake the town. Prettiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.”
My laugh is strangled. Noah kisses my forehead, his voice going soft. “I don’t care how loud you are,” he says, quieter now, affection threaded through his words. “I love it, I want all of it. Every sound.”
A kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Every.”
A kiss to my cheek. “Piece.”
Lips brush my scar. “Of you.”
I’m hit by a flare of want so strong it steals my breath. Not just lust, the soul-deep longing for this, for us. The truth spills out, unguarded and full of yearning. “I don’t ever want this to end.”
I sound almost panicked, like if I don’t say it fast enough, he might slip away.
Silence stretches long enough for my chest to start closing up again. Thoughts slam into me—that this is too good, that I’ll ruin it somehow. That I’ll wake up one morning and he’ll be gone, decide I’m too much work, too broken to keep.
But then his arms tighten around me, pulling me in until there’s no space left between us.
“Baby,” he murmurs into my hair, conviction flowing through every word. “There is no end for us. Not if I have anything to say about it.”
I close my eyes, trying to let myself believe him. It feels dangerous, hope always does. It’s terrifying, how much I feel, the weight of his arms, the buzz of want under my skin, the fragile hope that maybe this is where I belong.
And that this—him, us—could be forever.