Page 25 of Bond Strength

His eyes flared with lust. The flickering light of the lantern danced across his features, his body as he devoured me. My chest squeezed tight, and the ache intensified to the point of pain. The sheer hunger pouring off him, the way he consumed me vaulted me over the edge.

My balls drew up, and I came so hard my vision whited.

My orgasm hit me with the force of a gamma-ray burst, and my hips shot up as the cum pulsed from my cock. Noah swallowed me down, his tight heat remaining around my length. The pleasure flooded me so fiercely I was struck mute. I gasped in breaths as sweat burst on my forehead, and I floated in a moment of pure surrender, not ever wanting to leave.

I’d never flown so high.

My cock deflated, but Noah gave it a few more sucks, then pulled off. I missed the heat of his mouth at once. Hell, I didn’t want to be apart. I wanted him to surround me, to consume me even more.

He pushed up and wiped his forearm across his mouth. He stared at me like I was a singularity drawing him in, and I’d never quite felt that sort of focus. Had never been aware of it, honestly. Noah adjusted his cock, and curiosity prickled inside me something fierce.

“Fuck me,” I blurted out.

“Excuse me?” He blinked rapidly.

“Unless you don’t want to. Clearly.”

“Wait, wait, wait, back up a second. I’m missing the part that you’ve never been with a guy and now want to dive all the way in.”

I shrugged. “I’ve played with my ass plenty. Prostate orgasms are too good to pass up on.”

Noah let out a groan, pressing against his cock. “Fuck, you’re such a wet dream.”

“Does that mean you want to fuck me?” I asked, my heart thumping fast.

“Want barely scratches the surface of how long I’ve imagined sinking inside you,” Noah said, his voice low and gravelly. “God, Declan.”

I pushed onto my elbows, meeting his gaze. “Then strip down and take me.”

Chapter ten

Noah

Iwas going to fuck Declan Brannon.

Teenage me would’ve lost his mind, and adult me wasn’t doing much better. For far too long, I’d fantasized about sinking into his ass, and I was buzzing with the thought of getting to taste his body, to engulf his cock, to swallow his cum. I didn’t even need to come. I would’ve been satisfied with blowing him.

However, he then flipped around as if to fucking tempt me further and thrust that peach of an ass back toward me. Like I needed more convincing. A long, low groan slipped from me, and I palmed my cock again. I wouldn’t last like this, not with that lush ass on offer.

I ran a palm across his ass, and a shudder racked through me. Fuck, it was as firm and supple as I’d always imagined.

“That feels good,” Declan purred. His directness had always been attractive, but when applied to sex? Goddamn, I detonated. He was the singular hottest guy I’d ever been with, and no one would ever compare.

No one ever had, truthfully.

Something about his candor always set my anxieties at ease, let me out of my shell even more, let me feel seen. And that was so damn rare. He had no idea what a treasure he was.

“You know what’ll feel even better?” I said.

“If you say your cock, I’ll roll right off this bed.”

“Fine.” My heart skipped a beat. This playfulness, this lightness was utterly Declan, and I savored every second of it. “Do you have condoms?”

“Yes. Top drawer of my nightstand. Up to date, and the lube’s there too.”

Unsurprising from him, though I didn’t want to think about who he’d used them with.

He glanced back. “Are you ever going to strip down or just fuck me with your coveralls on?”

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