Page 64 of Noel I Won’t
“Where do you want me?” I asked.
“Right here.” He urged me down, and I happily traversed the landscape of his collarbones. My lips lingered over his heart, telling him with my body what I was too afraid to voice out loud.
His fingers loosened in my hair, stroking softly, perhaps replying the only way he knew how.
“Don’t stop now,” he murmured.
“Never.” I kissed down the center of his stomach, circling his navel and swerving toward his left hip before tracing my lips along the crease of his groin.
I tested him, waiting for Noel to take charge of me. He didn’t disappoint. He grabbed my jaw in one hand, holding me in place while he fed his cock between my lips.
“Show me how good you can be,” he urged quietly.
I loosened my jaw, flicking my tongue up and down his shaft. I backed up, bathing his cockhead, teasing him with the pleasure just out of reach.
“Take it,” Noel ordered, bucking his hips.
His cock pushed deep, hitting the back of my tongue. I nearly gagged but forced myself to relax and swallow.
He groaned. “Just like that.”
I grasped his thighs tightly enough to bruise but gave him control of my mouth, my throat, my air.
Noel would take care of me.
He slid over my tongue, blocking my airway for precious seconds, before drawing back. “Your mouth is so good. Love feeling your beard between my thighs.”
I shuddered, lust rising as our eyes met.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “Come with me.”
I fumbled a hand beneath me, groaning as he pumped into my mouth, and I matched his pace. His grip tightened on my hair once again, jerking me forward and back, controlling our speed.
I closed my eyes, pleasure sweeping through me. “Yes,” Noel was saying, “Come with me, Hopper. So hot like this.”
Noel came first, cock pulsing on my tongue. He muffled his cry with a fist, body quivering, and that was the end for me.
I fell into my climax, throat convulsing around Noel’s twitching cock, my fist growing slick with my release.
I let him slip from my mouth, dropping my head onto his thigh and gasping for breath.
“So good,” he said, voice slurred with exhaustion. “You’re too good for me.”
“Never,” I said, heart kicking. I raised my head, the words on my tongue.
I had to tell him. I couldn’t let him leave without knowing.
“Noel…”
A soft breath was my only response.
“Noel?”
“Hm?”
I looked at his face, slack with near sleep, and faltered. “I’ll get something to clean up. Back in a minute.”
He mumbled something indecipherable and rolled onto his side, nearly kneeing me in the head.
