Page 58 of Man On

When I open the door, he's waiting for me. I barely have time to raise an eyebrow. With two hands gripping the front of my shirt, he pulls me into the hallway and slams me against the wall next to my door. He's wearing a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants and no shirt. He's nowhere near as bulky as me, but his chest and abs are lean and defined. Drops of water fall from his dark, wet hair onto his shoulders, dripping down his chest.

A surprised oof escapes me when my back hits the wall, and I watch as Noah sinks to his knees. Oh, damn, he's really testing my boundaries. I can only imagine that he's expecting me to push him away, but I want him to be the one to back down for once. And I'm entranced by the sight of him on his knees in front of me. His eyes are raised to mine, watching me, studying me, waiting for a reaction.

I'm pretty sure my pupils are blown as wide as my eyes, out of pure shock, but I'm too sick, too broken, to stop him.

My grandfather would?—

No. Nope. Not going there.

My eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the pressure of Noah's hands on my hips, feigning like he's about to pull my sleep pants down. If my determination not to lose every battle between us isn't enough to keep my resolve, distracting myself by not sinking into my thoughts might be what does it.

"Don't think about him," Noah growls. "Think about me. I'm the only one allowed in your head."

Before I can really process his words, Noah yanks my pants down enough for my erection to spring free. It nearly smacks him in the face. He smiles arrogantly, probably because the sheer amount of pre-cum dripping from my tip is enough to let him know just how excited I am at the thought of his mouth on me. If he stands up now, he's won. He has all the power, and he'll use it to?—

OH

MY

GOD

Noah's hand wraps tightly around my base, and he licks the pre-cum off the tip, swirling his tongue around… Oh my God. His hand strokes me while he tastes my arousal, his eyes rolling back. It's too much.

My breath catches as he wraps his lips around the crown and sucks me into his mouth. He's… Oh my God… He's sucking on my… Oh my God.

"Noah. If this is your idea to?—"

I gasp harshly as his tongue swirls around my head. I can't form coherent thoughts. His mouth is so warm. And wet.

He pops off me, and for a moment I have to reconsider whether I'm thankful for the reprieve. His hand stays wrapped around my shaft, using it to rub wetness over his soft lips.

My breaths are shaky, my voice too weak to sound convincing.

"It's wrong. This is wrong."

"Not if I make you. Isn’t that how it works?”

Noah takes me deep into his mouth, until I bump against his soft palate. He gags a little, and pulls back, but doesn't stop slurping and sucking. He does it again, forcing me deeper, and every time he gags, the sound reverberates in my brain and makes my?—

Oh my God. That feels… Oh my God...

"Noah," I warn, my voice is choked and raspy. "Fu-Fuc,” I choke out the expletive. “Noah?—"

He hums and takes me deep again, looking me in the eye as one of his warm hands cups my balls.

"Noah, I'm going to?—"

Jesus, why isn’t he stopping?

Noah sucks me hard and fast, tugging gently on my balls, daring me with his eyes.

"I'm going to cuuu—" I choke as a deep moan escapes me, taking away all words and thoughts and any sensation other than the pure ecstasy that rips through me.

My legs shake with the force of my orgasm as it tears through me, and I empty into Noah's willing mouth. And he swallows it.

He sucks and swallows, sucks and swallows, until every drop is drained from my body and I'm shrinking away from the tickle of overstimulation as I soften in his mouth. He stops sucking, but holds me there, watching my face run through the multitude of sensations and emotions that hit me all at once.

Finally, when I'm in danger of either passing out or getting hard again, Noah releases me. The cold air is a shock after the heat of his mouth, the air tingling over the skin of my wet, half flaccid dick.

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