Page 51 of Best Served Cold

The hand he still had in my hair alternated between tugging hard enough to hurt and gently caressing my scalp. The duality of the sensations was incredible. My cock throbbed with need as I moved faster and sucked harder.

“That’s it,” he purred, his face blazing with dark desire. “Suck me. Make me come.”

I moaned around his dick. The hell? Why were his words affecting me so much?

He let out a rumble of satisfaction. “Like that. Yeah…”

I let him fuck my face a few more times, then pushed my finger inside him, sliding in to the first knuckle.

His strangled cry echoed in the night, loud enough anyone near the building could hear us.

Unlike most of the guys at the club, I didn’t have a performance kink. I didn’t get off on the attention or get any sort of external validation from my job.

So why did the thought of being caught on my knees excite me? Why did us being out in the open make everything that much more exciting?

Crooking my finger, I felt around for his prostate. I’d spent enough time with Nick, Gray, and Kai to be acquainted with the gland. Was it really the magic orgasm button they said it was?

My finger dragged over something a bit bumpy and spongy. Was that it? I rubbed the spot again.

Noah cried out and tugged on my hair, but not to pull me off. Instead he ground down on my finger, forcing me to go deeper and faster.

I stared up at him as he writhed, watching his face twist up in pleasure, and his chest heave as he struggled to keep quiet. His inner walls tightened and rippled around my finger as his cock pulsed and kicked in my mouth.

I’d never really thought about it, but being able to not only see his arousal, but feel it, was satisfying on a level I couldn’t explain. And it wasn’t just the power thing.

Yes, knowing I was the one getting him off was validating as shit, but it went deeper than that. He was letting me do this to him. He wanted it.

Did he want me? Or was he just after the good feels?

“Goddammit,” he grunted, his blue eyes bright with passion and a little glazed over. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna…watch out.”

He tugged on my hair, but I didn’t let him pull me off and instead doubled my efforts. I wanted to see him fucking lose it, wanted to feel it all.

“Oh god. Oh, fuck. Zane…” His eyes rolled back as his body went taut.

I jammed my tongue against his piercing and sucked on his cockhead, swallowing around it.

He jerked and cried out as he came, shooting his load into my waiting mouth. That part was messier than I anticipated. The first spurt hit the back of my throat and triggered my gag reflex, which I fought. I wanted to extract every drop of his pleasure, even as my throat spasmed in protest.

“Jesus shit fuck.” He fell back against the wall and yanked me off him. “Too much.”

“Jesus shit fuck?” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Brain not braining.” Letting go of my hair, he blinked down at me.

I stood, ignoring the raging boner sticking out from my body like a divining rod.

“Looks like I won.” I took a step back.

His eyes narrowed.

The next thing I knew my back was against the wall and Noah was in front of me, caging me against it with his bigger body.

“You think so.” He dropped to his knees and jerked my sweats down.

He hadn’t even bothered to tuck himself away or pull up his jeans in his haste, and his eagerness made my stomach swoop.

Without preamble, he drew my cockhead between his plush lips and sucked his way down my length. Christ Almighty. The wet heat was unlike anything I’d ever felt, but it was how he was looking up at me that stole my breath.

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