Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I watch him, breathless.
He slides his tongue from my tip after licking the last bit of cum away, and I’m almost reeling, a little woozy at how much he’s willing to do.
Push it.
Even more.
“Thank me,” I tell him.n
He glares at me. “Excuse me?”
“Thank. Me.” I tip my head to one side a little.
“I’m the one on my knees, and you want me to thank you?”
“For the cum,” I tell him. Simple.
He’s silent for a moment before he speaks.
“Knew you were psycho,” he says softly.
I lean over him and bring my hand into his hair, burying my fingers in it and cradling the back of his head.
I watch his expression slowly relax.
And he gazes up at me, and I feel that magnet between the two of us again.
Strange.
It’s still there, after I came.
I gently stroke my thumb over the back of his head, waiting for him to admit what’s happening to his body as he looks at me, he stops trying to ignore it.
We share something together now.
Both the terrifying events that happened earlier and the shared secret we now have locked inside this room, too.
His first time with a man. With me.
He’s not supposed to kiss me, and certainly not supposed to clean my cock with his tongue, dutifully, gorgeously, on his knees.
He finally breathes out, his eyelids dropping into that deeper, half-hypnotized bedroom look that I fucking love.
“Thank you,” he says. His voice is low, a little hoarse.
“For?”
He pauses just for a moment. “Thank you for giving me your cum.”
The fire in my chest smolders, and I nod down at him.
I lean over and press a slow kiss to his lips. I let the kiss linger for a while, soft and chaste, and I don’t let him have my tongue this time. It’s almost maddening, kissing him so sweetly, a little reward.
And then I stand up again and drop my hand from his head, walking over toward the bed.
“Get on the mattress,” I tell him.
“Why?”
I turn back toward him, lifting an eyebrow. “You want to be watched, too, don’t you?”
He exhales. “Yes.”
He wordlessly sits at the edge of his bed, his cock still completely hard in front of him, leaking precum from the tip that falls down in a clear line along the underside of his shaft.
He looks a little lost again for a moment.
“You okay, Noah?”
“I’m fine,” he says, shrugging in a way that’s not convincing at all. “Asshole.”
I hum. “You don’t seem fine.”
“Yeah, because I’m still in the room with you.”
“You want me to leave?”
“I told you I don’t want you to leave,” he says, with more urgency than before.
“Then I’ll stay.”
I reach down and gently run my fingertip through the precum, gliding in one continuous line down the underside of his cock.
His whole body freezes as I do it, his hands gripping against the bedsheets on either side of his legs.
“Listen,” I tell him. “I know you hate me. I know you don’t want this to be a regular thing. And it won’t be. I wanted to come all over you, and I did. You want to come for me, and you will—”
“Don’t fucking dare tell anyone about this, either,” he interjects.
“Is that what you’re worried about? You think I’m going to go around bragging?”
“You should. You have no idea how fucking lucky you are. Guys have wanted me before, you know.”
“Is that right?”
His eyes are like two blue flames. “I had one guy literally beg me to fuck him. Ass up, in bed, during a threesome I had.”
“And you denied him?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “I didn’t touch him. The girl we were with fucked him with a toy, while she blew me.”
“So adventurous.”
“I’m just saying, you should know you’re lucky.”
I hum. “I really like it when you act cocky, Noah.”
“Probably just because it reminds you of yourself.”
I drag my fingers along his collarbone, moving left to right a few times, and the moment I’m touching him again, his urge to fight me seems to leave entirely.
“Do you still want to come?” I ask him.
He gives me this irresistible pathetic look.
“Of course I do.”
I move my hands to his shoulders to guide him backward until he’s lying down completely on his back on the bed. I park myself between his legs, admiring the muscles along his thighs and the view I have from here, looking up at his sack and the underside of his hard cock, and the angle I get to see of his abs and chest going upward.
I meet his eyes and give him a nod.
“Touch your cock.”
His hand wraps around his base slowly and I stay planted right where I am, watching from my vantage point between his legs.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced someone who likes being watched as much as Noah does.
From the moment he starts touching himself, it’s like he slips right back into that different version of himself, staring down at me with that look in his eyes like there’s a spell cast over him.