CHAPTER 10. Connor #5
I press my mouth to the base of his cock, a soft kiss to the skin there, then another along the side. He pulses under my lips, and it sends a hot twist through me, sharp enough that I feel my own dick throb.
I move higher, finding the head of his cock, and drag my tongue over it.
Noah lets out a broken sound. I circle the head with my tongue, then take him into my mouth, sucking just enough to feel him jerk under me. His hand tightens in my hair before he catches himself again, and that almost does me in. Feeling him right on the edge of losing control is fucking unreal.
I take it as a cue and suck him harder, taking more of him inch by inch, until the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat and I have to focus on breathing through my nose.
I hold him there for a second before pulling back, and Noah whimpers, his hips pushing forward again before he can stop them.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
I let him slip from my mouth completely and look up at him.
“Don’t hold back,” I tell him.
His eyes snap to mine.
“Mhm?” he says, dazed.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, feeling him pulse in my grip. Then I drag the slick head across my lips and open my mouth just enough to lick the precum from the tip.
“Fuck my mouth,” I say simply.
Noah’s reaction is instant. His whole face goes hot, and he looks away for half a second, like I’ve said something so obscene his brain short-circuited.
“Jesus, Connor,” he gets out. “You can’t say things like that.”
I laugh under my breath, because he sounds horrified and turned on at the same time, and because his hand is still in my hair.
“I want you to,” I say, and take him back into my mouth.
This time, I don’t tease.
I close my lips around the head of his cock, suck once, then let him slide deeper into my mouth. My hand stays wrapped around the base, working what my mouth can’t take yet.
Noah makes a sound above me, sharp enough that my stomach flips.
Then his hand tightens in my hair. His other hand joins it.
Not a slip this time. Not something he fixes a second later. Both hands stay there, fingers curled against my scalp, and the weight of them sends a filthy rush through me.
Fuck.
I sink lower.
His hips move before I get all the way down. A shallow push, then another, still careful, but not careful enough to pretend he isn’t doing exactly what I told him he could do.
I let him.
I keep my mouth open for him, tongue flat, throat working when he gets too deep. My eyes sting almost immediately, but I don’t pull off. I grip his hip and suck harder, making it clear I mean it.
Noah curses.
“Connor…”
It sounds like he’s trying to stop himself.
I keep my eyes on him and give him two slow pulls of my mouth before taking him as deep as I can.
That breaks something in him.
His hips push forward, enough to make my jaw ache, enough to make me feel used in exactly the way I asked for. I moan around him before I can stop myself.
Noah feels it. His whole body reacts, his cock pulsing on my tongue, and the next thrust comes harder.
Fuck, yes.
There.
That’s it.
He’s still fighting some part of it, but his control is slipping now. I can feel it in the way he moves, in the way his fingers pull at my hair, in the way my name keeps breaking out of him.
I pull back for air, my lips dragging over him.
Noah looks wrecked.
“Like that,” I tell him, my voice rough. “Do it like that.”
His mouth parts, but nothing comes out.
Good.
I take him back down before he can talk himself out of it.
I want to learn every inch of him like this, while his fingers pull at my hair and my name keeps slipping out of his mouth. I want to find every place that makes him shudder and keep it for later.
Even if later doesn’t exist for us.
Even if this is just tonight.
No. I’m not thinking about that.
I change the angle, hollowing my cheeks, and Noah’s breathing turns sharper above me.
“Oh—fuck. Fuck. Connor.”
I know he’s close.
His hips start moving with more purpose now, his cock filling my mouth as he chases the tight heat of my throat. My eyes water, and every breath I take through my nose feels thin, but I don’t want it to stop. Not with him spread out in front of me, too far gone to pretend he has any control left.
“Connor, I’m— I’m—” Noah gasps, one hand leaving my hair to come to my shoulder.
A warning. Not a stop.
I keep him deep, swallowing around him, and his spine arches off the mattress. His breathing breaks into little whimpers he probably doesn’t even know he’s making, and then his hips jerk forward.
Noah comes with a moan, pulsing in my mouth, filling me until I have to swallow. I stay with him through all of it, taking everything he gives me, not pulling back until the last tremor works through him and his hand goes slack in my hair.
For a second, neither of us moves.
Then Noah exhales, wrecked and boneless beneath me, and I rest my cheek against his thigh, trying to remember how to breathe like a normal person.
I should move. Say something. Give him a second to come back to himself.
Instead, I press one more kiss to his skin and stay right where I am, because now that I know what he sounds like when he falls apart, I have no idea how I’m supposed to let this be only tonight.