Page 86 of Man On

"It is a very big problem," Noah says, eyeing my dick pointedly. "So how about you invite me in and we can take care of it."

"I'm still mad at you."

"Then let me beg for forgiveness," he says, stepping out of his jeans before he drops to his knees. He's moved just inside my doorway, but I don't protest.

He crawls another foot inside the room before sitting back on his heels and stroking himself some more. When I don't do or say anything to make him leave, he removes his shirt and crawls forward again, warily making his way to where I'm standing. He kneels in front of me, wrapping his hand around the base of my dick.

"Forgive me, please," he says, staring directly into my eyes as he takes me into his mouth. He holds my gaze while worshiping my dick, licking and teasing between long, slow sucks.

"You're going to have to do better than that," I say, trying and probably failing to imitate Noah's sexy, commanding tone.

It's impossible to remain unaffected while he's playing with me the way he is. He doesn't even notice that I'm talking; he's distracted by my foreskin, pushing and pulling it back gently before putting his tongue inside it. My knees nearly buckle.

"Lay back and let me play with you," Noah says, pulling back just long enough to push me down on the bed. He lays across the bed horizontally and resumes exactly what he was doing. "I want to chew on it like bubblegum," he whispers before running his tongue between the head and foreskin.

I hiss out a breath, chills spreading over every inch of my skin. "Um, please don't. But that… that's good. You can do that again." He does it again and I shiver.

Noah moans as if he's the one floating into space in a bubble of pure sensation. When he's done sucking, tonguing, and yes, nibbling, at my foreskin, nearly bringing me to tears, he pulls it back and wraps his lips around the exposed head. I cry out and buck my hips, forcing him to take me deeper. It wasn't on purpose, but he doesn't seem to mind, repositioning himself over my lap so he can take me deeper and faster.

His hard dick juts out, almost within reach. I try to curve my body to reach him, so I can stroke him while he sucks me. Noah looks down at what I'm attempting to do and repositions us again, this time laying parallel to my body. We both lay on our sides, and I grasp his shaft just as he swallows mine again.

"Mmpphh."

God, why is this so good? I want to...

His dick, smooth and hard and leaking pre-cum all over my comforter, is inches from my face. He's spent the last half hour exploring and playing with me, so I decide to do the same, although I'm significantly more distracted. More often than not, I have to take breaks just to absorb the waves of pleasure, but I touch and lick him all over. I learn that he likes it when I flick my tongue over the underside of his head, and when I tug on his balls, the way I watched him do to himself. My tongue tentatively licks him there, and he moans.

"Suck them," he rasps. "Please, for the love of—Gaaahhhhh." He makes a loud, unintelligible noise as I gently suck each of his balls into my mouth, swirling my tongue around. "Harder, fuck, yes!" He likes it rough.

His mouth closes around my dick again, using his hands to massage my balls while he moves up and down the shaft. He garbles out a curse and chokes when I take him deep into my throat, tugging on his balls a little more roughly than I would like myself.

Then we're in some kind of sordid, perverted race to make each other cum from our sixty-nine position. I can take him deeper, but he knows all my sensitive spots. Including ones I didn't know about. Like the spot just behind my balls. At first I tense up, thinking he's going to touch me there, but his fingers press into that spot and massage it, while he sucks my sensitive head, and I explode.

"Fuck, Noah, I'm coming!" I roar, my words muffled by the dick in my mouth, just before unloading into his mouth.

He lifts up to get a good angle, slurping and swallowing me down while I tremble and suckle Noah's dick like a pacifier. I take him deeper, holding him in my mouth while I come down. Noah's hips start to move against me, and I wonder if I could handle...

I tap his hip to get his attention, before I remember that's the signal to stop, and he pulls out of my mouth.

"No, sorry, don't stop. Just… move over me," I say, not sure how to describe what I want. I grab his hips and try to reposition him, but he pulls off completely. I apologize, thinking maybe he didn't like that, but he was just turning around.

Noah straddles my waist, pushing my shirt up my chest. I take his hint and sit up, letting him help me pull the snug fabric over my head. When I lay back down, he slides himself further up my body. "Is this what you want?" I nod, except he's not close enough, so I shuffle my shoulders down a bit, until he's basically straddling my neck.

He looks down at me with an expression so dark, I reconsider my earlier notion that logic rules out demonic possession. With one hand propped against the headboard, he feeds his dick into my mouth, little by little.

"You want me to fuck your face like the dirty little slut you are, Lane?" He taunts me, dripping pre-cum on the tip of my tongue while he says dirty, degrading things that make my dick forget it already came twice in the past few hours.

I jut my head forward to get more of him in my mouth, but he pulls back. He's having too much fun taunting and teasing me, but he seems to forget that I'm bigger and stronger than he is. We both forget it too often, I think.

Lifting my arms like I'm doing curls, I force Noah's body to tip forward, right into my waiting mouth. Before he can so much as think of getting away from me, I lock my arms around the back of his thighs and hold him still while I suck him deep.

"Oh, Fuck."

When his hips start trying to rock against me and his eyes are so hooded and heavy they're nearly shut, I know it's time to let him take over. He's too far past the point of no return to be a tease any longer. He braces both hands on the headboard and thrusts, deep but gently, into my mouth, watching me with open-mouthed astonishment. My hands grip his ass, and I'm very distracted by the way I can feel his muscles contract with each thrust.

"Goddamn it Lane, you're—Fuck!" He pulls halfway out and looks down, wide eyed and awed in a way that makes me feel oddly accomplished. "Can you take more?"

I nod, hopefully not too enthusiastically, and pull him back towards me, squeezing his ass. He groans.

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