Chapter 20 #2
Noah moans. “Fuck, oh god, I’ve missed this,” he breathes, sweat forming along his upper lip, and along his collarbone. “Have you ever played with your prostate?” he asks, bypassing the question about letting Rhiannon play with it because obviously not.
I shake my head. “No. I… touch myself there sometimes when I masturbate but… no.”
He moans, liking that response, then promises to be my first. “I’ll make you feel so good, Cade.
You’ll be begging for it. Trust me, oh fuck,” he groans as I slip a second finger in, curling them both when I’m deep inside.
That makes his back bow off the bed and a broken moan tear from his throat, but I don’t stop playing with his ass, making him feel good.
I add a third, fucking him with them while I suck him back into my mouth. Noah’s thighs tremble around my shoulders. He’s panting, cursing my name, hips rocking between my mouth and fingers like he can’t decide which feels better, his cock in my throat or my fingers in his ass.
I need more of him, more of everything.
I pull my fingers free and crawl back up his body, kissing him deep and messy so he can taste my desire, taste my starvation, my thirst. “I want so much more,” I rasp against his lips. “But I don’t… I’m not sure if I’m ready.”
Noah nods frantically, legs wrapping around my waist. “Can I tell you about it? Tell you and touch you?”
I nod, my mind stretched between amazement and notetaking.
With his legs holding me tight, he drops his forehead to mine, and lowers his voice.
“I start kind of like this, you know, if I know it’s heading that way.
” He licks into my mouth, his breath hot, my skin prickling with desire.
“I like to cuddle, get close, do a lot of kissing.”
He kisses me more now, wet and hot, his tongue swirling around mine, coaxing moans and groans from me that I’ve never heard.
My cock presses into his belly while his legs continue to keep us pressed together tight.
There’s no free air to breathe, it’s all heat from Noah’s body, and Noah’s mouth, and all of Noah’s promises of the future.
Because he’s telling me how it goes, but we’re headed there, and it’s all teasing, erotic foreplay, and I can hardly stand it.
“Keep going,” I bite out, stealing a breath as his mouth moves down my throat, kissing his favorite freckle of mine.
“Foreplay isn’t a checklist—it’s a conversation with the body,” he whispers before tracing the curve of my ear with his tongue. Fuck that feels good. I nudge my glasses up, and he groans wildly. “Fuck, you and those slutty little glasses drive me wild, Cade.”
I can’t hear this right now. I’m so hard, anticipating so much, my entire world is opening up in ways I can hardly fathom.
I don’t want this to end before he reaches the proverbial finish line.
“Keep–keep going,” I pant, temporarily thinking of Kat’s wedding, the beach, the smell of the shore—anything to keep me from coming.
“Foreplay,” I breathe, “tell me about the foreplay.”
The last word nearly splinters into meaningless syllables when Noah reaches down and finds my cock, hard and weeping, and wraps his capable fist around it.
“Noah, Noah, Noah,” I breathe out, fishing a hand between us to press against his pec, to fight back, to warn him that I’m not strong enough for the full Noah Ryan treatment. “Slow. Touch–go slow.”
He nods, eyes fixed on his hand as he slows his pumps, using his thumb to circle my head each time he reaches the top. A bead of precum wells up but he smears it down my cock, making everything slick and shiny. It feels so good.
“I want to touch you, I just… I can’t. Not yet,” I tell him, but when confusion dances in his amber eyes, I force myself to tell him exactly why.
“I’ll—you turn me on so much. I don’t want things to end before they’ve even started,” I breathe, my chest rising and falling so quickly it’s like I’m on a run.
But I’m just living, finally.
He kisses me, and whispers a gentle, “okay” against my lips before he slows his jerking even more, and continues.
“See this?” he asks, squeezing me gently at the base before sliding up.
“Most guys rush straight to jerking fast. Don’t.
Start slow.” He brushes his velvet lips against mine, and desire wraps my spine.
“Tease the whole length, and go slow—” his movements mimic his words— “like you’re memorizing every.
Single. Vein.” He demonstrates, letting his palm glide over my shaft, twisting his wrist at the crown.
I exhale sharply. He strokes firmer, and I enjoy the way his cock jumps between us in response. Heat curls in my gut. “Keep going,” I rasp, my lenses fogging.
I shift closer, our thighs brush together after he unlocks them from my waist. I hate the loss, but I love the way our legs weave together, like they belong, like we fit.
He’s so hard. I’m so hard.
“Breathing matters. Listen to mine.” He leans in and kisses my neck, open-mouthed, while he fists me in long, agonizing pulls.
My heart throbs in my throat, thrashing madly against his lips.
“Match it. When I speed up, you speed up. Right now you’re breathing steady, so I stay steady.
” He holds his breath and stills his body, his hand, and I’m tangled in his legs, his arms, a moan erupting from my belly.
“Please,” I pant, because I can’t take him stopping, but I don’t know if I can handle him if he doesn’t. “More.”
His thumb finds the sensitive spot just under my head, and he rubs in small circles. I groan as pleasure shoots down my spine, and I curl my toes as my lenses fog over again, only for a moment.
“Talk to me,” he continues, his voice thickening as he strokes me.
“Not dirty necessarily—unless you like that—but guiding. Like this.” He looks me in the eyes.
“Feel how I’m slicking you up? That’s good.
I want you leaking for me.” My cock pulses in his grip, another drop of precum sliding down over his knuckles.
I am very much regretting all of my senseless abstaining.
I don’t want this to end, and more than that, I don’t want Noah to see me as some immature grown man who can’t ever get a handjob without coming in a matter of two minutes.
He pumps me again, swiping over my head, using the copious precum to glide my length a bit easier. An ache is slowly building somewhere inside me, throbbing, pulsing, asking for more.
Noah trails a hand over my chest, grazing my nipples.
“Foreplay is everywhere,” he explains. “Neck, nipples, inner thighs. Balls.” He gently cups my sac, rolling them in his palm, his other hand still stroking me.
The dual attention makes my hips twitch, heat echoing the length of my spine.
For a moment, the room is nothing more than soft, wet sounds of skin along skin. My lenses are completely fogged.
“See how you’re getting harder? That’s the point.
Don’t chase the edge yet. Don’t let it end.
” His lips press to mine and I physically ache for him—my chest throbs and my ribs feel tight, my cock swells while my balls throb, hot and full.
My mind is racing with wild thoughts involving filthy, obscene things.
And I’ve never felt better.
“Build it,” he continues, while demonstrating on me, slowing his hand until he’s barely moving, just squeezing and releasing, edging me, nearly killing me. I look at his cock, now pressed against my belly in its own agony. He’s fully hard now, thick and flushed, curving slightly upward. Beautiful.
He slides down the bed a little, propping himself on one elbow so we can watch both our cocks at once.
His hand never stops. “Kissing while you stroke is key. Makes it intimate.” He pulls me into a kiss, all while his fist maintains a teasing, steady rhythm.
Noah moans into my mouth. The friction feels incredible, but maybe too good.
Breaking the kiss, Noah senses I need a break, and rests his forehead against mine.
“Now I’m paying attention to your reactions.
If you thrust up—” I do exactly that as he says it, chasing his hand “—I’ll reward you with more pressure.
” He tightens his grip again, eliciting a groan from me as he strokes faster, thumb pressing firmly along the stiff ridge of my cock.
Sweat glitters on his chest and mine, and I’m deliciously warm everywhere.
“But don’t come. Not yet. Remember, this is just foreplay. ”
He slows down again, leaving my cock throbbing, a vicious red at the tip.
His is the same. I love seeing how much this excites him, too.
How much I excite him. He rubs our heads together for a moment, mixing our precum, before resuming his long, tight strokes up and down my shaft.
“This feels good, feeling how ready you are for me.” His voice drops.
“Foreplay is to get you desperate. Aching. So when I finally slide inside, you’re open and begging. ”
He reaches around with the hand once cupping my balls, and curves his fingers around the globe of my ass.
Abandoning my cock, ours bob together as he uses his other hand to find where he has me spread, dipping two fingers into me.
“Now that you’re achingly hard, I want to start teasing you, back here,” he rasps, teasing the tight, muscled ring that only I’ve ever played with.
“Letting you know where I really want to be.”
He shudders when he sinks his fingers inside me, knuckle deep, and I shudder, too.
He plays with my ass while our hips slowly grind into one another, our cocks sliding together in a sticky, fiery mess.
A massive, deep, all-encompassing pressure builds in my groin, coiling tight.
I force myself to breathe through it, never wanting this moment to end.