Page 51 of Bond Strength

“Goddamn,” he groaned. “I have no idea how you got me hard so fast. Your mouth is fucking magic, gorgeous.” He ran his free hand down my cheek in a tender motion, and my heart squeezed tight.

I was in deep with him, deeper than I’d been with another soul. I’d never experienced this connection to another human—never wanted to, really. Except with Noah. He was this consuming force when we were together, yet he also gave me the space I needed apart as well. We were opposites in every way, which should have been detrimental, but instead, we meshed perfectly.

He pulled out of my mouth, and I hated the emptiness. When he let go of my hair, my head dropped to the mattress, and I didn’t try to lift it, still surrounded by the velvet dark. The sound of ripping foil behind me set me on edge, but I was more than ready for him to slide right back into my hole.

Noah nudged the tip of his cock against my hole, but unlike before, he didn’t wait around. He sank inside me with ease, and a choked groan left my lips.

He fucked into me with a rhythm, and having him inside me soothed some sort of itch. The insatiable urge to be connected to him rose like a drumbeat in my mind. Noah’s hands were around my hips, his cock inside me, and he moved with a steadiness that lulled me into this floaty space. Pleasure rushed through me each time he thrust, and I lost myself in the headiness of it. In the way he played my body like it was his instrument to command.

God, he felt amazing, and I drifted, like I floated in liminal space as he used my body. My cock hung heavily between my legs, the ache in my balls was as regular as my heartbeat, but I couldn’t do anything, not strapped like I was.

I wasn’t sure if he fucked me for minutes or hours, but I drifted on this bliss as pleasure rocked through me again and again. The slap of our skin amplified our connection with each passing second.

And then all of a sudden, he was stiffening, his cock was pulsing, and he was coming.

And then all of a sudden, he speared his fingers through my hair again, lifting my head, and his cock entered my mouth.

I sucked and sucked and sucked, my mind whirling, my whole body in this dreamy space. The salt of his cum burst onto my tongue, and I drank it down.

“Have you had enough, gorgeous?” he asked, his voice wrecked.

I shook my head the slightest bit, even though his cock plumped in my mouth again. I wasn’t sure how long we’d been there, but I didn’t want to leave this space.

“I think I can manage one more time.” He ran a thumb down my cheek.

He pulled out of my mouth again and I wasn’t sure how many minutes, hours had passed, but there he was, sliding into my slightly sore hole. We must’ve both been nearing our limits, but he fucked into me, and I lost myself in this place where everything drifted by. Where my whole being was consumed by pleasure. The ache in my balls was relentless, but then a hand wrapped around my cock.

And oh god, the relief was instantaneous.

Three strokes from his big palm and I was shooting into the bed. He let out a low groan. His cock pulsed inside me for the last time.

“Fuck, Declan,” he whispered, his voice reverent in the hushed air. “You’re perfect.”

I’d never been perfect for anyone, no matter how hard I tried to put on the mask, to perform the normal games.

And here he was, finding me perfect without all the fanfare and effort. Simply as myself.

He slid out of me, caressing my ass cheek, my side, my shoulder. He undid the straps around my wrists and ankles, and I collapsed onto my side on the bed. Then he untied the blindfold, and I squinted, my eyes not adjusted to even the slightest scrap of light. Noah was at my side,rubbing circles on my limbs, pressing kisses to my sweaty skin. Even with the blindfold removed, darkness kept threatening to descend, my eyelids so very heavy.

One thought circled in my mind before I passed out.

God, I was utterly in love.

Chapter twenty

Noah

Last night with Declan had been beyond my wildest fantasies.

He’d crashed out hard minutes after he came, and I’d cleaned him off and brought in water. I settled next to him, tossed an old season of Doctor Who, and cuddled with him. When he’d stirred, I got some water into him and checked in, but we were both pretty dead to the world after that marathon session, and I’d passed out soon after.

I’d woken up first, maybe ten minutes ago, and I hadn’t budged. I stared at Declan in my arms like some creeper, but holy fuck, the sight of him, his long, thick lashes on display, his pretty pink mouth open—I was smitten. Beyond smitten. I was wholly in love with this man.

A part of me always had been, but I’d never believed anything between us would come to fruition. Yet the moment the door opened, god, he’d become my entire world.

I brushed a few strands of his hair that had drifted over his forehead. Declan’s lashes fluttered, and his eyes opened, showcasing those brilliant blues.

“Mmph,” he groaned. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

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