Page 57 of Echoes of Us

I did that, I thought, looking down at my hand.

Noah slumped back on the couch, eyes still closed and breathing heavily. I reached for my shirt and cleaned myhand on it, then moved towards his stomach, cleaning that too.

He opened his eyes, fixing them on me. “For all that is good and holy in the world, what in the actual fuck was that?”

I let out a shy laugh.

“How the hell are you a virgin, going around giving hand jobs like that?” he asked.

I laughed again, feeling a little embarrassed.

I sat back on my heels and ran a hand over my face. “I’m good with my hands,” I told him.

He huffed a laugh. “I’ll say.”

“So that was good?”

He sat back up, pushing himself back into his pants, grabbing my neck, and kissing me. “That was the best hand job I’ve ever gotten, bar none. I’m fucking serious.” He kissed me again.

I smiled to myself.

“Come here.” He reached for the buttons of my jeans and worked them open. “I don’t think I can compete with that, but I’ll give it my best shot,” he said.

I chuckled. He reached into my underwear, and I groaned blissfully. After being this painfully hard, that felt fantastic. Not that having him touch me in any context would be less than perfect.

I sat back, and he followed me, not moving his hand from my shaft. He eased me out of my briefs, and his eyes set in between my legs.

“Hey, Atty, I think we need to have a conversation.” He moved closer to me.

“Right now?” I was breathing heavily. His hand was working over me just right.

“Yes, right now. I made assumptions about us, you know, sex-wise, that I think we need to address right now.”

I moaned as he grabbed me firmly. “What?” I tried to focus on what he was saying.

“I mean, you look like you were made for topping, but I think we need to reconsider, at least be open to talking about it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Noah?”

He started picking up the pace, and I moaned. Fuck, that felt really, really good.

“Your dick’s huge, Atty,” he said bluntly, startling a laugh out of me.

“No, it’s not.” I broke off in a groan.

“It’s thick, maybe too thick.”

“Fuck, that feels good.”

He climbed over my thighs, getting a better angle and stroking me firmly. I glanced at him, but he was still staring down at me.

“I mean, objectively, it’s too big. Like the rest of you. I shouldn’t be surprised,” he said, but he didn’t look put off by it. It seemed to be working for him, so I smiled. “But now I’m thinking we should reconsider the topping bit.”

I huffed, amused, and then let out another embarrassing sound. “Noah, for fuck’s sake.”

He had a smile playing on his lips. “What?”

“Shut up.”

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