Page 34 of Crown of Thorns
“I’m not having this conversation now.”
“Then tell me something else. I love listening to your voice. Tell me about the gathering.”
“No.” He sounds tense. I imagine his glower, imagine his lips pressed together, and that vein popping in his throat. Fuck…my cock thickens at the thought of tracing it with my tongue, of biting his Adam’s apple.
“Did you enjoy watching?” I rasp.
“Louis…”
“Something, baby. Anything. It was hot, seeing them all together, wasn't it?”
“I need to go soon. I…just…” Noah walks away from the topic, and I can’t be a hundred percent sure, but I believe it has everything to do with the inner turmoil that ravages his mind.
“Yes, baby. I know it's hard for you to speak about it. I can feel it.”
“Stop provoking me,” he hisses. “You’re always pushing me.”
“Yeah. I want to know everything there is to know.”
Because I can read him so well. Because I will catch him whenever he stumbles and will keep on doing so until he’s as obsessed with me as I am with him.
“There isn’t much.”
“Well, I know this: you looked sexy as fuck in that cloak and that mask.”
“I’m going to hang up now.”
“Are you in your room, baby? All alone?”
There’s a beat of silence, and I swear, the tension rises.
“Yes,” he finally whispers, the word coated in hesitation, like he knows he shouldn’t be saying it.
“Good. Sit on lie on your bed for me, yeah? Just relax. Close your eyes. Imagine me between your thighs, nudging them wider with my nose. My hands slide down to where your hard cock’s waiting for…”
“Stop it,” he rasps. But his breath is ragged.
“My mouth,” I continue. “Let me make you feel real good.”
I hear the bed dip in the background.
“That’s a good boy. Now, lay down. Open your pants and take out your cock. Give it a nice firm stroke. Is it wet yet?”
“F-fuck…” I can hear the quiver in his voice. “Yes.”
“Good. Stroke it, nice and slow. Let your hand trail all the way down, fondle your balls. Then come up to the tip and brush that sweet wetness on your shaft.”
“Louis…”
“I love my name on your tongue, baby. Are you being good for me?” He moans in reply. “Stroke fast now. Let’s make that gorgeous cock come.”
“Ughmm…fuck…Louis…” He chokes on my name. I listen to his heavy breathing as I stare at the ocean. So peaceful.
“I want to taste your gorgeous dick, baby. Suck it all the way down my throat, squeeze your balls.” He mewls, the sweet sound making my dick painfully hard. I have no desire to take care of myself. No, bringing Noah to the brink like this—his fist, my voice, my name—is sweeter than any climax I could chase on my own.
Finally, his breath stutters, followed by a muffled cry.
Then, silence.
