Page 65 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

Noah looks up at me through heavy black eyelashes and opens his mouth to take my cock. Wet heat engulfs me. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time someone sucked my dick, and my god, he’s doing a great job. Gentle, no teeth, his tongue doing wicked things to the sweet spot on the ridge of the crown. Slowly he sinks lower down the length and sucks. I never want this to stop. He hums around me, his slim body swaying. I want to keep him in my bed, in my arms, in my life. As I stroke my hands down to his narrow waist, he takes more of me, all of me. His nose hits my pubes, and he swallows around the thick head of my cock. Oh fuck, he has no gag reflex. I’ve found nirvana. Not just because of this epic blow job, although I’m never going to say no to his talented mouth on me. But because he’s perfect, and by the end of the night, he’ll know I’m perfect for him too.

As amazing as him sucking me off is, I don’t want to come in his mouth, so I slide my cock free from his puffy, rose-pink lips. Saliva drips down to his chin, and he’s never looked hotter. “Enough.”

His pout is adorable. “Why did you stop me?”

He sways his hips, taunting me, teasing me. He knows exactly what he’s doing, the brat. The idea of turning his delectable backside a glorious red jumps to the top of my ‘what to do with this wanton creature’ list. “Because as delightful and talented as your mouth is, my beautiful boy, I want to be inside you when I come.” I wipe my hand over his chin, cleaning him up.

Noah rolls onto his back without any of his previous shyness when I first asked him out. Here, he’s enjoying my reactions, my appreciation. And appreciate I do: his pale and lightly freckled skin, his stomach so flat it’s almost concave, his slim frame, the thin line of dark red hair from his belly button to the base of his hard, glistening prick. The whole area is bare, devoid of hair, and so pretty. It seems wrong to think of his cock as pretty, but it truly is.

“Are you going to stand and stare, or are you finally going to get your hands on me? I’m getting kinda lonely here.” He trails his hands lazily over his body, skimming his fingers over his nipples, which are already stiff nubs. Hard tips I want to taste, to bite until he squirms, writhes, pants, and begs for more.

I open my side drawer and pull out a bottle of lube and a jumbo pack of condoms. Then I climb onto the bed and straddle Noah’s thighs, holding them firmly closed. “It’s my turn. If you want me to stop, just say so. I’m going to take my time with you. I want to hear you. Don’t hold back on me, kitten.”

As I lean over him, he licks his lips, and his eyes darken with passion and lust. “Yes, Ev.” As if he can read my mind, he stretches his arms over his head and grabs the headboard.

The moment I stroke his slender neck, sparks shoot through my fingertips and up my arms. Like an electric shock, my dick twitches, and pre-cum drips down the length. The contact has the same effect on Noah’s dick. A strand of clear fluiddrips onto his stomach. Lower I go. Over his collarbone down his chest to his perky nipples and circle one with my forefinger. The moan from Noah is sweet music. “You like this?”

I pinch the peak between my finger and thumb. He arches his back off the bed. He nods, words seeming to fail him. I do the same to its twin. Again, he shifts. It looks like a bit of pain is something he enjoys. How much does he like? I’m not into hurting him, but I like the thought of spanking him, of attaching clamps and inserting plugs. Would it be something he would like to try? After his lack of inhibitions, his eagerness, and his blow job skills tonight, nothing would surprise me.

He loses himself to the sensations. Everything I do, everywhere I touch, elicits a reaction, a moan, a shiver, a gasp. All of them I memorise for next time and all the times after that. His skin tastes as smooth as it feels, like warm butter on my lips. I sink down the length of his cock and suck him into my throat. The salty, sweet taste of his pre-cum blooms on my tongue. My lube-slick fingers find their way into his tight hole. Fuck, he’s clamping around my fingers as I work them in sync with my mouth. Over and over, I take him to the edge until he’s writhing under me. He tangles his fingers in my hair, crying out, begging for release.

“Look at me.” I wait for Noah to open his eyes. His body, like mine, is covered in a sheen of sweat. When they open, his irises have shrunk to a silver ring of light, like the corona of an eclipse. “You still with me, kitten?”

“I need you inside me.” His voice is all throaty and needy.

“Then watch me.” I line up my sheathed cock to his pucker and push slowly inside. From stretching him, I know he’s going to be tight, but nothing could prepare me for this snug, hot channel. The sound of our mutual groans fills the room. I watchfor any sign of discomfort, but he’s smiling and wraps his heels around my bum, forcing me deeper.

“You feel amazing.” He wriggles his hips, taking me deeper. “And huge.”

“You don’t seem to be complaining.” I chuckle.

“Never. Now fuck me.” His eyes flash as he lifts his legs higher.

“Greedy bottom. You asked for it.” I thrust hard inside him, pumping my cock in and out faster, harder. Noah clings to me, gripping my biceps hard enough to leave marks as I take us both to the edge for the final time. As I fist Noah’s dick, he shouts out my name and comes. Ropes of thick, white cum streak across his abdomen and over my hand. He clamps the muscles in his arse, wrenching my orgasm out of me and flooding the condom.

We collapse on the bed. Noah’s arms and legs flop to his side, and I struggle to keep my weight from my boy.

He means so much to me. This moment has changed my life. I can only hope it has changed his too.

Fucking hell, I think I blacked out for a moment. I blink a couple of times, clearing the blurriness away. As soon as I can focus, I search for Everett. He lies next to me on his side, his head propped up on his hand, a bright twinkle in his eyes. I smile back. “Hi,” I croak out. My throat is as dry as the Sahara Desert. I lick my equally dry lips.

“Hi, you’re back.” Everett pushes my hair back from my sweaty face. I grimace. I must look a fright, but judging from the softness of his expression and the gentle kiss on my lips, it doesn’t matter.

“Yeah. That’s never happened to me.” Like ever. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, some good, some great, but never so powerful my vision went black. God, how will I survive any more from him?

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He kisses me again, deeper this time, making my head swim. “Was that as good for you as it was for me? I didn’t take anything too far, did I?”

I giggle. Actually giggle. “No, we can agree we’re going to get on in bed. I saw stars, Everett, bloody stars.”

“You were incredible. You are incredible. It’s only been a few months, but you’re everything I’ve been looking for, hoping for.” He cups my jaw in his palm. “You, Noah, are everything to me. You may think it’s too early, that we don’t know each other long enough, and that’s okay. I just wanted to get how I feel outthere. I’m not expecting anything back. But if I’m not what you want, please tell me before I hand my heart over to you.”

Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. It’s nothing like the post-orgasmic ‘I love you’. This is so much more. Is telling him I feel the same too soon? Maybe he’ll think I’m just responding without thinking it through. I knew that coming here would be the pivotal point in our relationship. I wanted to give myself to him. To show him who I really am. My initial shyness was more disbelief that he wanted to take me out.

Then finding out that he likes the same things in bed as me is amazing. I was worried he might have been a vanilla kind of guy, that I’d not enjoy myself fully. I’m not against vanilla. It can be satisfying. It has been in the past. But having him stare at me when I stretched out made me strong, brave, and ready for him to do as he wished. I guess there’s a lot more waiting in the wings too.

Everett watches me with concern in his eyes. Damn, I waited too long to reply. But he doesn’t need to worry. I’m going to give him my answer in the best way possible. As I push up from the way too-comfortable mattress, I press his shoulder, forcing him onto his back, and straddle him so my arse is resting over his hips. His cock twitches against my bum crack. I slide my hands over his chest and give each nipple a tweak. I bite my bottom lip. I lean back and grind into his junk, bringing his dick back to life.

“You’re everything I want and need. And not just in bed. There are so many things we haven’t explored yet. I have a list in my head. I’m sure you do as well.” I wiggle some more, and his eyes dilate. “Everett, you are my everything too.”

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