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“Come.”
Spunk fires out of his dick like a geyser. It flies out, almost touching Jackson’s chest, and from the look on my friend’s face, he would’ve liked it.
I take hold of Noah as he sags, exhausted. It was a long scene, and I think he may be done for the night. I doubt he’s got anything left in him. My idea of fucking him is cast aside, aftercare is needed more now.
But I’m proved wrong as he murmurs, “Fuck me. I need your load.”
I set him down and quickly tug at the button and zip on my leather trousers. My dick springs free, just as hard and desperate as his moments ago. Noah’s mouth is wrapped around the head before I’ve even tugged the leather down. I’m then deep in his throat; he gags and pulls in some air and sinks down again. I let him continue, my hands in his hair until I feel my spine startto tingle and my balls tighten. Not enough to come, but enough to pull him off.
“Stop.” As soon as he’s released me, I turn him around, bending him into the chair and sink into his hot channel, still full of lube and my load from earlier. It doesn’t take long for the tingles to start again. I’m not being gentle; I’m too far gone for that.
I roar as I come, my balls painfully drawn up into my body as I shoot inside him. Noah cries out as I rut harder, and he spasms around me, coming for the second time over the floor.
I pull free and gather him up into my arms, sinking down into the leather seat. I’m alone at the table now, being given the privacy to care for Noah.
I lose track of time as we sit together, even the sounds of the club don’t disturb me. All I need is with me right now. Noah hums softly as I stroke my hands up and down his arm and back, content in the moment. It occurs to me that I’ve never taken care of someone for so long—I’ve never even wanted to. Is it because I’ve only ever played with experienced subs who don’t take as long to come back from a scene? I don’t think so, I think it’s all about this amazing man in my arms. I press a kiss to his head, another new part of being in a relationship, my desire for closeness.
Noah stirs as my lips touch his head. “Can we go home?”
Saint is out this evening—he hasn’t said why, and I guess if I needed to know, he would’ve told me. He’s been acting a little weird, but assures me it’s nothing I’ve done, just a couple of things he needs to check out. As it is, I’m fine by myself. All my stuff is here now after the brothers helped us empty the flat last night. It’s weird that Kip and Robin have decided to keep the lease rather than me having to pay to break the contract. I think they’re going to rent it out. It is another thing they have done for me that has made me grateful to be here and with them all.
I’ve got my sketch pad open, working on a design I want Saint to ink on me. I haven’t asked him yet, but I can’t see him saying no. We’ve become so much closer after the scene at the club last weekend. I’m still amazed it happened, that I let the other men touch me. Just remembering hearing them talk so dirty to me has made me hard a couple of times. It good that Saint likes me hard all the time. Now, he wants me to tell him every moment of it so he can fuck me as I call myself all the names the other Doms called me.
I keep waiting for embarrassment to hit me, to feel some shame for what I did. There’s no way I would’ve ever imagined this six months ago. Yet, it’s right. Saint has found the locked-up part of me I didn’t know I had, which brings me back to thedesign. The phoenix bursting from a flaming cage—I knew I’d left the space on my back free for a reason.
It’s got late, and Saint isn’t back yet. I send him a quick text letting him know I’m going to bed. I don’t even hear him come in, but there’s a warm body wrapped around me when I wake up.
“I’m at the gym tonight. I’ve got yoga, but the self-defence class has finished. The next isn’t for a month.” I tell Saint as we have breakfast. “Do you want to pick me up after? I can grab an Uber or Knox will bring me home.”
“I can get you, but I’m working until nine, can you hang around with Knox?”
I nod; it’s no hardship to stay there. My original hatred of any kind of exercise facility has gone, even if I’m not using any of the equipment. “Yeah, thanks. What time did you get back last night?”
“Just after midnight. I’m sorry I was out so long. I had to wait for an appointment to be over with, it dragged on longer than it should’ve done.”
The frown on his face makes me think it wasn’t a good meeting. “Did you get it all sorted out though?”
“Yes, there won’t be any more trouble.” Then he scowls. “Not that there was anything to worry about. I just wanted to be sure.”
Why does he look like he’s just said something he shouldn’t? He’s lying about something. I don’t want to rock the boat and drop it. It seems he wants to do the same thing when he pulls my sketch book to in front of him. “Can I?”
“Of course.” I’m more than happy to let him see. I like to hear his thoughts, it’s why I’m here. Especially if he can make it an even better picture.
“Wow! Noah, this is incredible.” He stares at the work I spent all last night on. “That’s going to look fantastic. Your client is going to be blown away.”
“Um, that’s where you come in. It’s for me, and I want you to do it.”
He looks at me surprised. “Where? The space on your back? I’m honoured, Noah. We’ll start this weekend.”
That went easier than I expected. I thought he’d need persuading. Or change it to a drawing he’s designed. “Thank you.”
“You sound surprised. Why would you think I wouldn’t? You know how much I love putting my hands on you. Adding ink to you will be my pleasure, I promise you.”
We talk on about more boring things, our diaries, whether or not we go for dinner with the guys this week. It’s strange how with just one look, Saint could have me on my knees with his dick in my mouth. Yet, he doesn’t. He’s getting better at the boyfriend life, but I kind of wish he would.
“What’s just gone through your mind?” The corner of his mouth lifts in a half-smile.
I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks. “Only how you’ve got the hang of being a boyfriend.”
