Chapter 20 #3
“I use my mouth, too,” he says, shifting lower. Just when I’m thrusting my cock against his, comfortable with our bare chests pressed together while he teases my hole, he flips me over, spreads me against the mattress and positions himself behind me.
“Noah, I–”
My instinct is to clench, but when the heat of his tongue teases my rim and dips inside my hole, my body relaxes. The mattress absorbs a belly-deep groan as my glasses nudge up, off my head, somewhere onto the bed.
I don’t care.
I don’t care about anything other than what Noah is doing.
Noah, Noah, Noah.
He continues fingering and licking me, and my cock presses into the mattress, so hard, so leaky, I force myself to push to my elbow, force myself to warn him.
“I’m—Noah, I’m close.” He’s not even stroking my cock, but just knowing Noah Ryan is telling me how he’s going to prepare me for him, for… making love. Knowing that Noah and I are going to, sometime, make love. “Noah—” His name is nothing more than a guttural moan.
He licks into my tightest, most private place just as my cock throbs, pulsing out hot streams of cum onto the mattress, spraying up my chest, onto my elbow.
Quickly, Noah abandons my ass to feed his hand between me and the mattress.
With his body pressed to my back, his hard cock digging into my cheek, he presses his lips to my ear and strokes me through the last few shots.
“Fuck, Cade, you’re so hot, baby. Coming just from me playing with your ass,” he hums, his voice smokey and low, keeping my cock thick and hard in his hand, despite the fact that I’ve just emptied myself all over my bed.
He flips me over, and finds my glasses, righting them as he tucks pieces of my hair behind my ears, brushing them off my face.
Noah’s flushed face comes into view. He kisses my lips before smirking, and dragging his tongue through the warm paint on my chest and belly, eating up everything he teased out of me.
“You’re so fucking hot, Cade. And I can’t wait to really fuck you.
Whenever you’re ready, whenever it feels right.
And I’m in no hurry, baby, I’m really not.
” He licks my softening shaft, and climbs over me, his knees around my shoulders.
“Open up, because I’m seconds away from coming all over this bed, too. ”
There’s no hesitancy. I open my mouth and moan when the hot steel of his erection glides over my tongue, leaving salty, tangy arousal in my mouth.
His hands in my hair drive me wild, and I hold my mouth open, spit coating my chin, dripping down my chest where he licked my cum off.
He uses my mouth for not more than a minute before he’s warning me he’s going to come.
I want to swallow him, but as much, I want to know what being marked by Noah Ryan feels like.
So much reserve, responsibility and control in the lecture room.
What would it feel like to have his hand in my hair, holding me still for him, like his personal canvas, while he unravels and sprays his desires all over my face?
“My face,” I murmur.
Then his hand is woven through the crown of my hair, and I watch wide eyed, tongue out, heart racing as Noah’s cock sprays ribbons of white hot release over my glasses and nose, up my forehead, onto my waiting tongue, and down my chest.
He curses softly, his words praising and filthy.
After a few minutes of breathing, kissing, touching and recalibrating, Noah peels himself from my back and snags a towel from the ensuite.
He wipes us both up, and helps me to the edge of the bed, using the end of the towel to clean my glasses.
Tenderly, he places a kiss against my lips then takes a seat next to me, on the edge of my bed. “That was fun.”
I nod. “It was.” I peer up at him, adoring the way his brows pull together as he attempts to adjust my glasses, making sure they’re straight. I catch his hand. “I’m sorry I don’t—I’m sorry we have to move slow.”
Noah kisses the tip of my nose. “I’m not. I like moving slow. I like you so fucking much, Cade, I don’t care how this goes, just so long as it does.”
I nod my head, and together, we decide to go downstairs for water. I pull the glasses down, while Noah catalogues where they are so he can get them next. I pass them to him, and he fills them both, carrying them up the stairs as I turn off lights.
We climb into my bed like we’ve done this a trillion times before, and when I turn off the lights, we come together in the center of my bed so easily, my eyes burn.
Tomorrow there may be things to tackle. A conversation with my father, at the very least. But tonight, in my bed, with Noah’s heartbeat steady against mine, it feels like the beginning of something I never thought I’d find.
He shifts, pressing a lazy kiss to my jaw. “You okay?” he murmurs, voice sleepy.
“Better than okay.” I tilt his chin up for another kiss—slow, sweet, full of everything I’m still too scared to say out loud. Our bodies are spent, but the heat between us simmers, ready to flare again if we let it. For now, I just hold him, letting the connection sink bone-deep.
This is what I waited for.
Him.