Chapter 36 Noah
NOAH
“W-What?” Gabe stammers, looking shocked. He’s frozen in place, chest rising and falling in a harsh rhythm.
I can’t believe how good that felt. I’ve never let anyone touch me like that. Never felt connected enough to someone or trusted anyone enough. But with Gabe, everything is different.
Even if I haven’t told him yet, I know he’s the love of my life. I want to give him every part of me. I’m aware he might never want to share the same after what he’s been through, and I understand that. I’m okay with that—what we have now is more than enough.
But I can see heat flare in his eyes, and yeah, I want that monster cock down my throat. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
I smirk at him, pointing behind my head. “You heard me, baby. I want you to stand up and fuck my throat.”
He sputters a laugh, a flush spreading down his neck onto the sliver of his chest I can see where his top gapes forward. When he speaks again, his voice has dropped. Even through the nerves, it’s deep and soft, and it sounds like pure sex.
“Noah, I… I can’t do that.” He’s looking down at his hands in his lap now, which does nothing to hide the impressive erection he’s sporting.
“Baby, look at me.”
He does, eyes a darker green than I’ve ever seen them. I wish I didn’t see so much worry lining his face, but I think that’s always going to be a part of his nature, and I’m more than happy to be the one to settle those nerves.
“You made me feel so fucking good. Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do, and now I want to make you feel good, too.”
He loves the praise. I see it in the unsteady breath he takes and how his eyes glaze over. Then his hand covers his cock, and he squeezes, ripping a raspy moan from me. His eyes meet mine again, and he raises up to his knees before stepping off the bed behind my head.
He looks down at himself and takes a fortifying breath before peeling his top over his head.
His eyes stay trained on mine as he pops the button on his pants and lowers the zipper, the sound loud in the quiet space.
He steps out of them, and then he’s standing there, beautiful and trembling in tight black briefs.
He steps closer. He’s so tall, he’s looms over me. I grab a pillow and tuck it behind my head to make sure the angle is right. I’m not playing around—I want to blow his mind by taking him as far down my throat as physically possible.
I reach my hand above me and let it trail up the back of his thighs. When I reach his briefs, I tug at the hem.
“Off.”
The word comes out gruffer than I intended, Gabe lets out a shaky laugh and mutters, “Bossy,” as his fingers reach for the waistband.
I didn’t mean it to sound like a demand. I catch his hand and bring it to my lips, kissing the sensitive skin of his wrist. “I don’t mean to be bossy. You know you’re in control, right? It’s always you.”
A tremor wracks his body as he searches my face.
He must see the absolute adoration and honesty in my eyes because he smiles and bobs his head.
His hands return to his briefs, and he drags them down.
His cock catches on the waistband before hitting his stomach.
As it drops forward, a string of precum forms, connecting to his stomach hair, causing me to hum loudly and lick my lips.
“Shit. It looks even bigger from this angle,” I grit out as I bring my hands up to palm his hips.
He makes a shocked sound of embarrassment before covering his face with his hand.
I chuckle, squeezing his hips until he drops his hand.
His face is pink, and his hair is flopping forward.
Fuck, I love him so much it hurts. There’s an ache in my chest with every breath I take just looking at him.
His eyes soften, and for a second, I worry I’ve said that out loud, but then he traces his fingers over my cheek.
“You’re incredible.” He voices softly.
I smile at him. “So are you. Now let me make you feel incredible, too.” I say it as a statement, but I raise my brow in question.
He smiles wider and nods. I grab his cock and start stroking lightly, bringing the tip to my lips to lick up the precum forming. A contented sigh escapes him.
I make rough sounds of pleasure as I mouth at the head of his cock, tasting him.
“Can I hold your ass while I do this?” I ask, not wanting to make assumptions.
In the past, he’s jerked away if I touched him there without thinking, a careless action I won’t repeat. His posture stiffens, and he looks slightly panicked at my question. I keep stroking him. “Just to hold. I won’t do anything else.”
The pinched expression melts away as he looks at me. He exhales a shaky, “Okay.”
“You sure? You can always tell me no,” I tell him.
That small smile returns. “Yeah, I know that. It’s okay.”
The trust he’s giving me in this moment means everything, and I won’t betray it. I gently bring my free hand to the outside of one ass cheek and spread my fingers wide, making sure I keep a fair distance from his crease. His body quivers before settling.
I bring his cock back to my mouth. I trace my lips with the head, leaving a trail of precum covering them.
I lick it off, savoring the slightly salty but sweet taste of him.
I take him into my mouth and run the flat of my tongue along the underside before pressing more firmly into the sensitive spot beneath the head.
Gabe groans above me. He’s squeezing his fists at his sides like he’s not sure where to put them. I pop off his cock and take his wrists in my hands, guiding them to hold either side of my face. I lap at his balls as his mouth drops open, and his chin hits his chest.
When I suck a ball into my mouth and gently tug, he gasps. “Oh god, that feels good. You’re so sexy, Noah.”
That makes me grin obscenely around his ball.
Knowing Gabe is attracted to me as much as I am to him satisfies a deep craving in me.
I want him so badly. I want it all. I want him to fuck me.
I didn’t know if he’d want that, but after how he ate my ass and fingered me, making those filthy noises, I’m thinking he would.
And I’m glad I’ve never done it before—I want it to be him.
But right now, I want to swallow him whole.
“Hold on to my face, baby. Fuck my throat like you want to fuck my ass.”
Okay, that was a bit of a bold statement, but the way his eyes darken and his cock jumps in front of my face, I think he wants that.
I bring both hands to his ass and encourage him forward.
When his cock bumps my lips, I open wide and pull him as far into my throat as I can.
The stretch borders on too much, my lips stinging with the girth of him.
Gabe whimpers, his fingers digging into the back of my neck, thumbs at my jaw. I take him so far that my airway is cut off. I hold him there, then swallow, feeling my throat constrict around him.
He keeps chanting my name over and over. My own cock perks up at the sound, like it knows who its owner is. I pull back slightly to inhale through my nose before using my hands on his ass to guide his movements. I bring him deep every time.
Then he’s rocking his hips all by himself, the thrusts deep and long. I drag my tongue and swallow when I can.
His hands are trembling against my face, and my name sounds close to a sob coming from him. He’s close. My own cock is painfully hard again. All my senses are made up of Gabe—his scent, his sounds, the feel of that massive cock tunneling down my windpipe.
I take one of his hands in mine and bring it to the front of my neck so he can feel his cock there. He doesn’t put any pressure on it, but on his next thrust, his cock bumps his hand through my throat, and a shocked, choked cry leaves him.
“Noah! I—” His words cut off on a sinful sound as he comes.
I swallow, but his cock is still down my throat, so all I can do is take what he gives me as I constrict around him.
When he’s done, he pulls out, I cough and gulp in greedy lungfuls of air, raising myself onto my elbows so I can get a good look at him. My throat is raw, and my jaw is aching.
Gabe quickly gets up on the bed beside me. His hands come to my throat as he gently runs his thumbs along the sides soothingly. But his eyes are wild. “Noah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come like that. Are you okay?”
I hate the frantic note in his voice. I’ve just had the best night of my life. I don’t want him worrying. I grin widely at him.
“We should do that every night. Holy fuck, Gabe, that was epic.” My voice is a roughened rasp.
Gabe’s eyebrows fly up. Then he bursts out laughing, and I see it. The dimple. My dimple. I trace my thumb along it, smiling. Ever since that night by the lake, he ducks his head less when he’s smiling, and it’s like he’s letting me have another piece of him.
“You’re crazy.” He says but there’s nothing but affection in his voice.
“Crazy about you.” I waggle my eyebrows. He smiles so big, little creases form by his eyes.
Then his eyes fall on my hard cock, and he nibbles his bottom lip before licking it.
God, he has no idea how sexy he is. He drags his palms down my torso, soft fingers grazing my nipples, making me sigh in pleasure.
His hands trace my abs, then he presses soft kisses there before his tongue dips into my V-cut and follows the path down.
His soft, pliant mouth closes around me.
I close my eyes and sink back into the bed, enjoying every moment this beautiful man gives me.