Page 59 of Man On

Noah stands and, crowding me, wipes a drop of my orgasm off the corner of his mouth. He's so close, I'm afraid he's going to kiss me. Please don't kiss me. I'm too scared to voice it. It's stupid that I'm afraid of a kiss when he just did that to me. But if he does…

He doesn't. He bypasses my lips, smirking when I let out a sigh of relief.

One of his hands drags up the back of my head, fingernails sending prickles of gooseflesh down my neck, and he grips my hair at the top where it's longer. He tugs, not too hard, but hard enough to direct me to look up. He shoves the thumb of his other hand into my mouth.

"Suck."

Even with his voice low and soft, the instruction is commanding, leaving no room to do anything but comply. I wrap my lips around his thumb and suck, tasting the drop of my salty release from his thumb. His eyelashes flutter when I roll my tongue over the pad of his thumb, so I do it again.

"Did you like it?" he asks, softly but forcefully.

There's no mistaking what he's talking about, but my eyes blink rapidly, processing the last few minutes. Tightening his grip on my hair, Noah pulls his thumb from my mouth and puts it in his, licking away any last remnants of my cum or saliva.

His dark eyes bore into mine. "Did you like it when I got on my knees and sucked the cum from you?"

I pull in a shaky breath, his words making my mind spin.

Lowering his face to mine, he rubs his face against my cheek like he did last night. Our stubble scrapes together, a delicious friction that has my overstimulated mind and body amping up.

"I want to hear you say it," he murmurs into my ear.

"Y-yes. I liked it."

"You like it when I make you do things?"

Swallowing my usual denial, I nod.

"I liked it, too," he says. My eyes widen, and I focus my fuzzy vision on his expression. I think he's telling the truth.

"But you're straight," I croak.

A sly grin spreads across his face, making him look as menacing as ever. "So are you, right?"

I don't answer. I can't.

"How about you keep pretending to be whoever and whatever you want to pretend to be, and I'll keep making you do things you can pretend to hate later."

He looks like the devil himself, his eyes twinkling with danger.

"That’s your idea?” I huff in disbelief. “Why? What do you get out of it?"

Still holding onto my hair with one hand, he uses the other to move my hand against the hard bulge in his pants.

"I have some of my own things to figure out. We can figure out our curiosities together."

"And what if I don't want to?"

"You can lie all you want, little brother. I know you want me."

He uses my hand to rub up and down the length of his hardness until I realize he's not moving my hand anymore. I'm squeezing and stroking him through his pants without his guidance. I stop, but don't remove my hand, and look up into Noah's eyes again. They're hooded with arousal, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. He releases it and gives me a half smile.

"If you actually don't like something, and I mean you really want me to stop, say, um..." He thinks for a second. "Time Warp."

I have to chuckle, releasing some of the tension in my shoulders. "As long as you don't make me do the dance again."

"Oh, I will. So make sure you really fucking mean it before those words come out of your mouth," he says, and it sounds like a warning. Like I should be afraid to use the safe word, even though he's the one giving it to me. My hand pulls away from his erection.

"I'll stop everything," he says, as if hearing my thoughts out loud. It still sounds like a warning.

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