Page 95 of Man On

“Alright, we’re going to play a party game,” Noah announces, carrying a familiar pizza box into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.

“But it’s just the two of us, and this isn’t a party,” I tell him with a light chuckle, feigning more than feeling the playfulness we’ve been immersed in all day. While Noah went to get dinner, I called my mom and told her about my conversation with the lawyer. After getting through the worst of the anxiety attack that took me down yesterday, and having today to rest, I’ve had the opportunity to process reality in bits and pieces. It’s going to happen whether I want it to or not, so I need to be okay with it. I’m not okay, by any means, but I think I’m inching towards acceptance.

Acceptance of a lot of things, actually.

“Baby, when I’m here, it’s always a party,” he says, playfully biting my neck while I’m reaching for plates.

Setting the plates down, I quickly turn around and box Noah against the edge of the kitchen counter, taking his mouth roughly. He groans, pulling me against him by my shirt.

More to see what he’ll do than anything else, I bend down and lift Noah by the back of his legs, setting him on the counter and fitting myself between his thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” he purrs. “It’s like that, is it?” His hands slip into the back of my shorts, gripping my bare ass cheeks and pulling me against him. I roll my hips into him, both of us hardening again.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Noah pants, reaching between us to grab my dick. I smack his hand away, reaching for the waist of his track pants and pulling them and his boxers down. He lifts his hips so I can get them from under his ass, and I let them fall to the floor before I dip my head and take him in my mouth.

Noah moans loudly, leaning back on one arm. His free hand rakes through my hair. Bending at the waist, I rest my elbows on either side of his thighs and let my head fall, taking him all the way into the back of my throat. I stay there, breathing through my nose, until Noah catches on, gripping the hair at the top of my head. He takes control, using my mouth to pleasure himself.

“I knew you were a filthy, little—ungh—freak,” he pants. “Look at you taking my fat cock like—ungh—like a—oh god.”

I chuckle and pull myself off, which he lets me do, even though he could have gotten away with holding me down and finishing.

“Like a what?” I snark, imitating one of his patented smirks.

His lips are parted, eyes wide and incredulous, before he smooths out his features and shows me that devilish grin. He leans back again, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it slowly, putting on a show.

“You realize that I have my bare ass on the kitchen counter, don’t you?” He lifts an eyebrow, perhaps thinking that I’ll have some moment of realization and feel the need to bleach everything. “Inches from our dinner, no less.”

“Is that supposed to bother me?”

“Doesn’t it?”

I bite my lip, contemplating hard. His grin widens, thinking he’s got me figured out. He laughs when I stand up straight, but shrieks when I push him back and lift his legs.

“Oh, fucking fuck!” he yells out when I spread his ass cheeks apart and spit, before wetting my index finger and pressing against his tight asshole. My other hand takes his cock in my fist and strokes him, hard and fast, while I press the tip of my finger inside.

Noah continues to chant expletives as I slowly work my finger inside him, alternating between sucking and stroking him so I can watch my finger disappear.

“More,” he pants. “Give me more.”

Moaning around his cock, I slurp up all the pre-cum and saliva I can, spitting it where my finger is buried deep inside his tight ass. I pull my finger out almost entirely before slowly adding a second. My mouth returns

Noah hisses and groans so deeply, I feel it in my balls.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it, Lane. That’s it. Shit. Shit. Shit. Lane, I'm gonna come.”

My fingers stroke the soft spot inside him that makes him lose his mind, massaging him until his hips are bucking off the counter, thrusting into my fist.

“Fuuuuck, I’m comiiinnnggg!” His cum sprays out of him in a wide arc, landing all over his shirt and lap, the counter, and the pizza box next to him.

My fingers stay inside him, milking him within an inch of his life while my free hand pulls my throbbing erection out of my pants and strokes furiously. I’m so wound up, it doesn’t take me long before I’m shooting my load, aiming it at Noah’s ass.

When I’m done, I pull my fingers out of him, tuck myself back in my shorts, and then wipe my hands on a clean part of Noah’s shirt.

“Who’s filthy now?”

Ten minutes later, he’s still gaping at me while we eat cold pizza on the living room floor. It was his idea to make a picnic and play a game, but he hasn’t said a word.

“Cat got your tongue?” I say, trying really hard to hide my self-satisfied grin.

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